‘Sir, are you …?’ he began. ‘Yeah, Bathyllus, I’m fine. Still a bit of a headache, but no bones broken. Perilla at home?’ But she was already there, practically flying through the atrium entrance. I might’ve been wrong about the no bones broken, because she was hugging me so hard I felt my ribs c...
The back of beyond, in other words. Libanius and Hyperion were waiting for me, together with a couple of the town’s public slaves and a mule-cart plus - presumably - the guy who’d found her, minus his dog. ‘We’ve only just got here ourselves, Corvin...
No sign of Lupercus. Oh, yeah; the demarcation arrangements. Silly, like I said, but there you went, that was the bought help for you; these guys aren’t on the same wavelength. Anything for a quiet life. ‘Truce still holding, pal?’ I said, taking the cup and handing him my wet cloak in exchange. ...