Two For The Lions (33 page)

LXIV

AFTER THE NECESSARY salutes to the president, I set off for the great doorway, with Justinus close behind me. The hubbub continued in the arena as we walked outside.

We surveyed the grim row of bloody bodies. I pushed up the beaked mask I wore, feeling as if my legs would give way.

Justinus looked at me somberly. "Your partnerships seem to get wound up rather roughly."

"He brought it on himself. Always consult your colleague--who will dissuade you from sheer stupidity."

I forced myself to walk over to the line of carcasses. Groaning at the effort, I knelt down. More gently than he would have expected, I released the helmet from Anacrites and laid it to one side. His face was as white as the time I found him with a smashed head, as close to dying as anybody could have been and yet survive.

"I shall have to tell my mother about this. We'd better make sure he's really gone this time. Hermes--" Justinus stepped forwards with the snaky staff. "Right: give him a quick shove somewhere with your hot caduceus."

A pair of pale gray eyes opened, very wide. As Justinus knelt down to touch the "corpse," a resounding yell of terror rose to the Tripolitanian skies.

I smiled to myself resignedly. Anacrites was still alive.

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