Killer

Vonones laid a firm hand on Lycon's arm, urging the hunter to let matters rest. Lycon subsided, but the merchant had the sensation of standing upon the slope of a volcano whose next unexpected rumbling would bring a

"The simple fact remains that your man dropped the lantern that destroyed the sauropithecus' lair, thereby ruining our chances of lying in wait there for the mother's return to the loft." N'Sumu was unconcerned over the consequent human casualties and suffering, just as he chose to ignore his own panic that night. "Thanks to your blundering, we don't even have a live chick to offer to the Emperor. Well, then-I'll not dwell upon past mistakes. What matters is the present, and I want to hear your suggestions regarding our next move."

N'Sumu paused and smiled his ghastly smile. Lycon found the expression as reassuring as a shark's gaping grin. "After all," the bronzed Egyptian said, "you are my field experts. I rely upon your advice."

"We can continue our reward offer for information on the lizard-ape's kills," Vonones suggested quickly, avoiding the stark look on Lycon's face. "And we can offer a reward for sightings. We know now for certain that the lizard-ape is here in Rome-you were perfectly correct about that, N'Sumu. We'll search for its new lair, now that we know what to look for."

"The sauropithecus may not seek another lair immediately," N'Sumu argued. "She had implanted her eggs within the one called Smiler only yesterday. She won't be able to produce another clutch for about ten of your days, and if conditions are not favorable she can refrain from doing so for an interval of many days. It seems most probable that the beast will remain in hiding for now, moving about by night in search of another secure lair.

"While we could play a waiting game again, I don't think we can count upon the Emperor's patience much longer. Domitian seems ready enough to accept slaughter in the streets and even on his own estates-although it may be just as well that no evidence remains of what we found in the loft. However, your lord and god expects results, and if we don't produce the sauropithecus very soon now…"

"Our lord and god won't limit his attentions to just Lycon and me," Vonones warned. "You may be a stranger here, but that won't spare you from Domitian's displeasure. Maybe you'd better get a head start back to Nubia now, and leave this lizard-ape to professionals."

"We don't need to play a waiting game," broke in Lycon-not so much in an unfamiliar role of peacemaker as due to the fact he had been only half listening to the other two. "We know where the lizard-ape bolted for cover. We'll track it from there."

"Track it?" Vonones considered the idea. "Through the sewers, you mean? But there's miles and miles of them. And there's water."

"Easier than tracking it in open country," the hunter went on, "where it could just as easily hide its trail by swimming a stream or taking to the trees. We'll need some dogs-several packs of dogs-and we'll need enough men to break up into groups as needed. You know how the other animals hate the lizard-ape's scent-trailing it through the sewers will be easy with dogs. We'll corner the damn thing and… capture it with nets."

N'Sumu might have missed Lycon's hesitation, but he nevertheless reminded the beastcatcher: "Just make certain that the sauropithecus is not harmed in any way. As you have pointed out, I have a personal stake in our success as well. How quickly can you be ready to move?"

"Vonones?"

The Armenian considered for a moment. "I'll send word to Galerius-although he'll be expensive after that mess on the Emperor's estates. And we can call in some of our trackers from along the Tiber-that will take time, but we may as well bring them all in from the field now that we know the lizard-ape is in Rome."

"Take too much time," Lycon protested. "By the time Galerius gets here from Ostia and we've pulled in all our men from the countryside, the trail will be cold. We need to be after the thing right now, and I can't see waiting much past noon."

"The men are exhausted after last night."

"Show me any man of them who hurts worse than I do, and I'll buy him a day in the baths to rest up." Lycon's sooty grin was as horrid as N'Sumu's smile. "Come on, Vonones. We're ru

Vonones shrugged. "Then we'll regroup here with all the men we can bring in and whatever dogs we can find-say, an hour after midday-and see what we've got. Is that to your satisfaction, N'Sumu?"

"The plan might work," said the Egyptian. "Let us hope that it does. Make certain that no time is wasted in assembling the tracking parties. I shall rejoin you at midday."

N'Sumu uncurled from Vonones' chair. He reached down and picked up the broken corpse of the sauropithecus chick, still enwrapped in Lycon's net. The Egyptian had managed to recover the creature from Lacerta-in itself a testament as to his authority over the Tribune.

"What are you going to do with that?" Lycon demanded.

N'Sumu stared at him impassively. "Why, take it back to my apartments and eat it."

"Eat it!" Vonones gasped.

"Of course. Why else would my people hunt sauropitheci? They are delicious when prepared with a sauce of pepper, lovage, caraway, laser, honey, pine nuts…"

"But the thing has fed on human flesh!" Vonones protested.

N'Sumu favored them with his widest smile, and left them standing uneasily in Vonones' office.

After a moment Lycon swore and lowered himself painfully onto a bench. "The Superintendent of Sewers," he said in a tired voice, "once told me they'd been working on the lines ever since there was a city here-six hundred years, eight hundred, depends on who you talk to. He thought I ought to go hunting for some of the rats his crews found. Said they'd do just fine in the arena, fighting leopards and the like. I finally decided he wasn't joking."

"Look," said Vonones. "I can see to getting the men and the dogs and whatever nets and weapons we'll need. It's going to be several hours at best before we can move. Why don't you get cleaned up and catch a few hours of sleep? You aren't in any shape to net peacocks, let alone go following hounds through miles of sewers after a creature that… well, things aren't going to get better if we do manage to corner it."

"Things will sure as hell get worse if we don't," Lycon pointed out. "And anyway, when did you last get some sleep?"

"I haven't been wrestling with lizard-apes in public fountains," Vonones told him. "And you really should get those wounds looked after-that hand looks like a lump of raw liver. Come on, Lycon-if you're too exhausted to chase this thing down, you know none of the rest of us are up to the job. And if we fail, then we are all of us…"

"All right," Lycon yawned, too fatigued to argue further. "I'll go to the baths, get cleaned up and have a good rubdown, maybe sleep a few hours until we're ready to move."

"And take my litter," Vonones urged. "No, don't argue. It will save time all around, and you can nap on the way. I'll be busy here, and I'll send a messenger for you as soon as you're going to be needed. Might even stretch out for a short nap myself." The last was a lie, but the dealer wanted Lycon to get some rest at any cost.

"All right," decided Lycon. "I said I'd go." A memory stirred in his tired consciousness. "I'll be at the Baths of Naevius-that's not far from here, is it?"

He paused, not wanting to voice his thoughts. "Vonones, what do you think of N'Sumu?"

"I've known," said Vonones, and hesitated. Then: "I've known of people who claimed to be magicians."

"I've known of people who were magicians," Lycon stated in what was not precise agreement. "Still, I never knew a magician who did what N'Sumu did with his hands-not just by touching people, but at a distance."