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I was led through a busy township in the shadow of mountains of slag. As we passed the cupellation furnaces, the smog and the ceaseless dints of the hammers left me almost demented. I seemed to feel the ground trembling under my boots. I was told how here the shafts reached over six hundred feet deep. The tu
Below ground there would be huge polished mirrors to reflect the bright sunlight from above; beyond the reach of the sun the slaves carried clay lamps with vertical handles. Their shift lasted until the lamps ran out; never soon enough. The lamps used up the air and filled the tu
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We came to the procurator's office. It was ma
It was a room where people constantly came and went; nobody took any notice of a newcomer. Arcane discussions were going on, occasionally heated though more often businesslike. Huge movements of ore and endless shipments of ingots were being organized through this office. A small army of contractors was being regulated here, in order to provide a vital contribution to the Treasury. The atmosphere was one of rough and ready industry. If there was corruption it could be scandalous and on a massive scale, as I had proved in another province. But we had had a new emperor for two years since then, and somehow I doubted that more than harmless fiddling went on here. The profits were enough to cushion greed. The importance of the site ensured that only the best staff appointments were approved. There was an unmistakable aura of watchfulness from Rome.
It did not include supervision by the quaestor, apparently.
"Oh yes, Quadratus was here. We gave him the grand sightseeing tour."
"What? "This is an ingot; here's an Archimedes screw'—then sending him down the deepest shaft on a wobbly ladder and suddenly blowing out the lamps to make him shit himself?"
"You know the score!" the procurator beamed admiringly. "Then we bluffed him with a few graphs and figures, and booted him out to Castulo."
"When was this?"
"Yesterday."
"I should catch up with him, then."
"Want to look around our system first?"
"Love to—but I need to get on." I managed to make my refusal sound polite. Seen one, you've seen them all.
Castulo would be a day's ride away. Quadratus himself had told me his father had interests there, in the tight little mining society which had tied up all the mineral rights for a radius of twenty miles or more. The mining sites were smaller than here, but the area was important. Some of the wealthiest men in Hispania were making their fortunes at Castulo.
I nearly escaped without incident. I had left the office and was looking for my guide. Apparently he worked on the principle that if he got you in, you could find your own way out while he sloped off for a gossip with a friend.
Then a man came towards me. I recognized him immediately, though he did not know me. A big, shapeless bully, just as sly as he was merciless. He seemed heavier than ever, and shambled with even more threat in his ugly gait. His name was Cornix. He was the slave overseer who had once made a habit of singling me out for torture. In the end he had nearly killed me. Of all the pig-ignorant debauched thugs in the Empire he was the last man I would ever wish to see.
I could have walked right by him; he would never have realized that we had met before. I could not help my start of recognition. Then it was too late.
"Well! Well! If it isn't Chirpy!" The nickname froze my blood. And Cornix was not intending me any favors when he leered, "I've not forgotten I owe you one!"
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He had two beats of time to reduce me to a jelly, but he missed his chance. After that it was my turn.
I had made a bad mistake with Cornix once: I had escaped his clutches and publicly humiliated him. The mere fact I was alive today was because in my time as a slave I had continually outwitted him. Since I had been shackled, starved, despairing, and close to dying at the time, it was all the more commendable.
"I'm going to smash in your head," he told me, in the same old sickening croak. "And after that, we'll really have some fun!"
"Still the tender-hearted giant! Well, well, Cornix... Who let you out of your cage?"
"You're going to die," he glowered. "Unless you've got a girl to rescue you again?"
This kind of delay—with its attendant danger—was the last thing I could afford. The girl who had once rescued me was heading for the coast, in a condition where she sorely needed me.
"No, Cornix. I am alone and unarmed, and I'm in a strange place. Obviously you have all the advantages."
I was being too meek for him. He wanted threats. He wanted me to defy him and force him to fight me. One or two people were already watching. Cornix was yearning for a big display, but it had to be my fault. He was the kind of rowdy who only picked on slaves, and then covertly in corners. His official role was as a tough manager who never put a foot wrong. In Britain his superiors had been told the truth eventually, and it must be due to me that after the shake-up I organized there he had had to roam abroad to find himself a new position. Just my luck he had found it here.
"I'm glad we've had this little chat," I said very quietly. "It's always good to renew acquaintance with an old friend!"
I turned away. My contempt was iron-hard and just as cold. Refusing to antagonize the bastard was the surest way to achieve it. There were tools and timber everywhere. Unable to bear my forbearance Cornix grabbed a mining pick and came after me. That was his mistake.
I too had sized up possible weapons. I caught up a shovel, swung it, and banged the pick from his grip. I was angry, and I had no fear. He was out of condition and stupid, and he thought he was still dealing with someone utterly exhausted. Three years of exercise had given me more power than he could cope with. He soon knew.
"You have two choices, Cornix. Give up and walk away—or find out what pain means!" He roared with rage and rushed me with his bare hands. Since I knew where Cornix liked to put his snag-nailed fingers, I was determined not to let him get in close. I used my knee, my fists, my feet. I released more anger than I even knew I had, though dear gods I had lived with the memories long enough.