We were alive and free. That surprise was so pleasant we put half the recruits to rowing while the rest jettisoned lumber to lighten their burden, attended to the sails-and sang.
Helvetius screwed some thrust from the pump. Then, at last, I let Ascanius take the rudder while I walked astern to investigate what Veleda had done to our boy.
LV
'What ho, Masinissa!' Justinus was too polite to tell me to remove my happy grin. 'I'm glad the amulet worked.'
'Oh it worked!' He said it in an odd voice.
I assumed my sombre uncle attitude: 'You look tired.'
'It's not serious.'
'Good. I was afraid it might be due to a broken heart.'
'How lucky we know that's not true,' he answered, much too quietly.
'She's too old for you, you have nothing in common, and your mother has enough to endure with Helena and me.'
'Of course,' he said. He might have argued the point about me and Helena.
'Well Quintus Camillus, I'm glad you can be philosophical. You're a decent lad and deserve some fun before you settle down to a dull old life as a senator, but we both know what happened back there had all the makings of a significant experience-the kind that has been known to bruise a thoughtful man's morale.'
'The Senate has been ruled out for me.'
'Wrong. You've rewritten that. I believe there are advantages, if you can tolerate the bores and hypocrites. You only have to attend the Curia once a month, and you get front-row seats in theatres.'
'Please don't jolly me along.'
'All right. As a matter of interest, did you escape or did the lady throw you out?'
'I meant my offer of an exchange. I said I had to stay.'
'Ah well. Some women can't stand pompous types who stick by their principles.'
He was silent.
'Do you want to talk about what happened?'
'No,' he said.
We watched the river slipping away behind us. We were travelling slower than I liked for safety, but it was too fast for the tribune. He had been overwhelmed, then wrenched away before he could adjust. Now he felt racked by the scale of his feelings.
'Be prepared,' I advised. 'People other than me will ask you-people in high positions. A junior officer who has talked to the enemy has a duty to explain.' I was turning to go.
Justinus asked suddenly in a wry voice, 'What happened to Masinissa?'
I stopped. 'After he threw away his princess? He lived with honour for many years, devoting himself to kingship and such.'
'Ah, yes of course!' I waited. He was forcing himself to complete the day's official business. 'When I went back upstairs she had already decided. She will tell her people that a free Gallic Empire can never be established. That Rome will not in our lifetime lose the western Rhenus bank. That liberty in their own territory is worth more than pointless war: Can she make them listen?' He sounded desperate.
'She never uses compulsion. Leaving people free to choose sometimes pressures them into choosing the harder course.'
'Oh yes!' he said, rather heavily.
'Was she upset?' A fleeting thought assailed me that he might have been consoling her.
He did not answer my question but asked his own: 'What will happen to her?'
'She'll either become a crazy wraith, or she'll marry some thickset red-haired hulk and have nine children in ten years.'
After a silence Justinus said, 'She prophesied to me that if the eastern tribes resume their nomadic life, invading each other's territory, the Bructeri will be wiped out.'
'It's possible.'
For a long time neither of us spoke.
We heard Ascanius calling that he wanted a relief. I had ordered Helvetius to rest so that he could take a later watch; I had to go. 'One thing puzzles me, Quintus. If Veleda had already decided, why did it take her until dawn to throw you out?'
His pause was almost undetectable. 'She was desperate for some decent conversation, as you said. So was I,' he added.
I laughed, then said he had a subtle knack of being rude, and that I could take a hint.
I loped back to supervise Ascanius. When Ascanius demanded for everyone, ' Did he, or didn't he?', I confidently answered no.
Justinus never did return to me the quartermaster's amulet. I was rather surprised he kept it. In fact sometimes, especially when he was wearing that painful expression he had brought with him to the boat, I almost thought he looked like a man who had given it away as a love token to some girl.
Fortuna had protected him. He was not in love; he had told me so. Quintus Camillus Justinus, senior tribune of the First Adiutrix, had proved himself one of the Empire's natural diplomats. Diplomacy involves a certain amount of lying-but I could not believe that Helena's brother would hide the truth from me.
LVI
We soon found ourselves short of time for speculation.
The flagship of Petilius Cerialis was as impetuous and unreliable as the general himself. Apart from the sorry effects of neglect, her rudder must have taken a bad knock while the rebels were towing her away. She steered like a wilful camel and sailed with a high old lack of regard for wind or current. All her weight seemed to lean to one side for some reason, a problem which worsened by the day. We had slipped off in a vessel of character-the kind of riotous character my elder brother Festus used to bring home after a night he could not remember in a tavern a long way from home. Taking her downriver felt like riding a horse who wanted to go backwards. She drew water with all the grace of a sodden log.
Most of the trouble derived from our scanty crew. In the right hands she would have been wonderful. But she was meant to have her double banks of oars fully manned, rigging-hands, a master, his deputy and a complement of marines-not to mention the general, who would no doubt have taken his shift on the oars in a tight corner. Twenty-five of us were simply not enough, and that was counting in Dubnus, who proved useless, and the centurion's servant, who made it plain he preferred to be counted out (the plea for a posting to Moesia had cropped up pathetically again). Then, as the days passed and the river grew wider and deeper, our food supplies dwindled. We were weakening when we most needed strength.
The Rhenus junction caught us unawares. The ship had been making water. We had hauled in her sails and many of us were below, frantically trying to stop the leaks. When Probus shouted, no one heard at first. When he threw back his head and roared, we floundered up on deck. There was some cheering before we realised our grave plight. The undertow had strengthened. The flagship, still trailing a wing to starboard, was now dangerously low in the water and nearly uncontrollable. We were in no condition to tackle turbulence.
I shouted to drop anchor, but it failed to hold.
Just as safety seemed to be in sight, it was being snatched from us. The grey skies made everything seem more ominous. A chill north wind brought the smell of the ocean, cruelly reminding us we wanted to turn our backs on it. We were hoping to pass out into the main river; we had always known that without trained oarsmen we would have to turn downstream. We needed to drift across the Rhenus to the Roman bank, then wind gently down to Vetera. Tackling the upriver current would be impossible. For amateurs who were fighting to stabilise an oversized and leaky galley, things would be delicate enough the other way. At least if we managed to join the Rhenus safely we might hail a fleet vessel to tow us-or even take us off, for we would happily have abandoned any kudos which attached to reclaiming the Liburnian in favour of a quick journey home.
Fate had been generous for long enough, and now she turned her glamorous back on us. Impelled by the increased current and weighed down by a flooded bilge, the flagship slowly started to rotate. Even to us it became obvious she had decided to sink. This was desperate. In November, the river was at its lowest, but it still surged formidably and we were not exactly web-footed coots.