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. ‘Yes, sir, thank you.’ ‘See that it does, OK?’ ‘Yes, sir. The family are having lunch in the dining room.’ I took the cup through. ‘You’re home early, dear,’ Perilla said when I’d kissed her. ‘Yeah.’ I settled down on the couch beside her. ‘No problems, I just thought I’d done enough for the day. And, like you said, we’re on holiday, so there’s no point in overdoing things, is there?’ Smarm, smarm. ‘So how are things going?’ Clarus asked. I helped myself to cold pork, bread, olives and cheese (Euclidus didn’t take his cheffing duties as seriously as Meton did, at least where lunch was concerned, so as usual we were getting yesterday’s dinner leftovers padded out with sundries from the store cupboard) and gave them the usual run-down of the morning’s events.
