The physician’s slurred speech made it plain he had stormed the territory and commandeered the wine some time before and was ready to continue campaigning, given the opportunity. Already chagrined over the Cappadocian’s brazen claim on his services, John was not pleased to find his hospitality had been seized as well. “What do you think you’re doing, Gaius? Did you come here to treat Peter or treat yourself to my wine?” “John,” Gaius said with a hiccup, “I was hoping to find you in residence. Been waiting a while.” He laid a finger alongside his red nose and winked. “As you have no doubt deducted. Good at that, John, always have been. But you’ll need Mithra’s help this time.” “So do you, my friend.” Gaius ignored the remark. He peered around the room as if eavesdroppers were concealed behind its sparse furnishings, “At least I have good news about Peter.
