He shook his head. 'I've said too much as it is. Perhaps, by the time we arrive, the crisis will be over, the problem solved, and there'll be no need for you after all. In that case, it's best that you know nothing, now or ever.'

'No explanation?'

'None. But you'll be paid, no matter what.'

I nodded. 'How long will we be away from Rome?'

'Five days, as I said before.'

'You seem very sure.'

'Five days,' he assured me, 'and then you can return to Rome. Unless it's sooner. But no longer than that. In five days all will be finished, one way or another, for better… or for worse.'

'I see,' I said, not seeing at all. 'And where exactly are we going?'

Mummius pressed his Lips tightly shut.

'Because,' I said, 'I'm not at all sure that I care to be traipsing about the countryside just now, without even an idea of where I'm headed. There's a little slave revolt going on; I believe we were discussing it only a moment ago. My sources in the countryside tell me that unnecessary travel is highly inadvisable.'

'You'll be safe,' Mummius snapped with authority.

'Then I have your word as a soldier – or is it ex-soldier? – that I won't be placed in tactical jeopardy?'

Mummius narrowed his eyes. 'I said you'll be safe.'

'Very well. Then I think I shall leave Belbo here, for Bethesda's protection; I'm sure your employer can supply me with a bodyguard if I require it. But I shall want to bring Eco with me. I take it your employer's generosity will extend to feeding him and giving him a place to sleep?'

He looked over his shoulder at Eco with a sceptical gleam in his eye. 'He's only a boy.'

'Eco is eighteen; he put on his first manly toga over two years ago.'

'Mute, isn't he?'

'Yes. Ideal for a soldier, I should think.' Mummius grunted. 'I suppose you can take him.' 'When do we leave?' I asked. 'As soon as you're ready.' 'In the morning, then?'