Typhon_An Ancient Roman Reverse Harem Romance by Nhys Glover

Author:Nhys Glover [Glover, Nhys]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Belisama Press
Published: 2018-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

ACCALIA

My body ached almost as much as my brain did, and that was a lot. My poor head was so packed with information about healing that I could barely remember my own name. And every muscle in my body screamed its complaints at me.

Relieved that my destination was finally in sight, I staggered with Master Ariaratus’ bag—which felt as if it had been loaded with more and more bricks the farther up the hill I trudged—over to the bench beside the front door to his hut and collapsed in a heap onto it.

The old Persian smirked at me as if he had won. Over the last week and a half he had been doing all in his power to convince me to give up this foolhardy scheme. But the more he threw my way, the more I dug in my heels. It had become a matter of pride to me now, not to give in. And even if there were certainly aspects of the healer’s trade I found unpalatable, or boring—or both—I would not be deterred.

“We will go to the breeding compound at dawn. Make sure you are here in time,” he ordered.

Although the breeders used the midwife for deliveries, the general health of the women and their offspring was left in Ariaratus’ hands. Like all the other compounds on the estate, I had never been inside it. Even my exhaustion could not keep me from feeling instantly curious about the breeders and their home. It was, after all, where my pack had grown up. And everything about them had become endlessly fascinating. I might even meet their mothers, I thought with stars in my eyes.

I heard the sound of running feet and turned at the same moment Ariaratus did. One of the older boys—a young man, in fact—from the barracks was racing up the track toward us.

“We have a new patient, it seems,” Ariaratus said, walking quickly toward the man. I hefted the bag tiredly and would have groaned if it would not have given my master fresh ammunition to use against me.

“Lucullus has stabbed one of the boys,” I heard the olive-skinned giant saying.

My heart sank. Gods, not again. I had been on tenterhooks ever since the near-revolt last week, expecting worse to come. Now it had happened.

Surely my father would send word any day now. He must have received my missive and would reply to it quickly. This couldn’t go on!

“Cassius, give that to him and go home,” Ariaratus said, turning to see me trudging his way.

I handed over my burden gratefully, but stuck my chin out, ready to argue.

“This might be very bloody and disgusting,” I pointed out.

Ariaratus studied me for a moment and then threw up his hands in defeat, a reluctant smile crossing his lips. “You’ll be the death of me. All right, if you haven’t had enough today already, come and see what we can do for this lad.”

We jogged back down the hill, and it surprised me how quickly the physician could move when he needed to.

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