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Authors: Anthony Price
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Benedikt lied.
    “You speak it jolly well now.”
    Benedikt shrugged. “So … one day you will speak Latin very well.”
    “ ‘Cept there’s no one to speak it to —
    Latin is a language
As dead as dead can be.
It killed the Ancient Romans —
And now it’s killing me!“
    They rounded the end of the church.
    “But it will help you speak your own language.” Benedikt summoned up Mother’s view on the subject. “To learn a foreign language, you have to learn your own.”
    “That’s what David says. Actually, I don’t mind Latin. But I’d rather learn French — or German, of course.” Benje amended his opinion hastily, out of consideration for his new companion, Benedikt suspected.
    “German is a not-so-difficult language, I think.” Benedikt nodded, man-to-man. “But David is right—he is your schoolmaster?”
    “No. David Aud—” Benje caught himself. “He’s just someone I know, that’s all.”
    “Well, I agree with him.” That was interesting: David Audley was here, in the midst of them in the little village, and known to them—known to Mr Cecil, and known to Benje, and certainly known to Miss Becky … But someone had told Benje not to broadcast the fact of his being there.
    They were approaching a stile set in the churchyard wall.
    “We go over here …What’s your job then—what do you do, if you’re not a schoolmaster.” Benje gestured towards the stile. “Were you ever in the army?”
    “No.” He set his hand on the wall. It was odd how much the lie cost him—how much he would have liked to have won Benje’s good regard, as he surely could have done with the truth, boys being what they were the world over, whatever they might think later in their student days. “My eye-sight is not good, unfortunately. And I have flat feet.” He swung himself up, over the stile. “They would not have me.”
    “Hard luck.” Benje commiserated with him. “We’ve got a boy like that in our form—he can’t play cricket.” He looked over his shoulder. “But Darren can’t play cricket either— he can see perfectly well, but he can’t hit a ball to save his life.”
    “Cricket’s a boring game,” said Darren dismissively from behind them. “You were lucky—I don’t expect they tried to make you play it, Mr—Mr …”
    “Thomas,” said Benedikt. If they called David Audley ‘David’, they must learn to call him ‘Thomas’. He was more than half-way to getting through to them now, and if he could get on Christian name terms he would be all the way.
    “There’s the villa,” said Benje, pointing.
    The field sloped gently away from them, down to a belt of trees which must mark the course of the stream which ran the length of the valley between the ridges on each side.
    It was a typical Roman site—that was what had been said of it—sheltered and watered, just the sort of place the Romanised Britons, if not the Romans themselves, would have been encouraged to choose in all the confidence of Roman peace, with no thought for defence behind the shield of the legions.
    He looked round, to try and get his bearings. Somewhere on his left, up the valley, ran the line of the Roman road from the coast, and ‘Caesar’s Camp’ might well be its marker, if the name meant anything more than peasant legend.
    He came back to the excavation itself, on the furthest side of the field away from him, almost under the trees. Clearly, it was not far beyond the exploratory phase of the trial trenches to establish its general shape—even the two temporary huts, erected presumably to house finds and equipment respectively, had a brand-new, unweathered look; nor was much work in progress, with only a man and a youth in sight, squatting beside a grid cut in the turf which was partially covered by a great sheet of yellow plastic.
    “Come on,” said Benje. “They won’t mind as long as you’re with us.”
    They were half-way across the field before the man stood up, and became instantly

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