A Whispering of Spies (30 page)

And for a long, restless and uncomfortable night, that is exactly what we did.

I
was awoken from a fitful dream by Brianus’s urgent whisper in my ear. ‘Master! The bandits! I think that they are here!’

I struggled to sit upright and looked stupidly at him. He was holding a taper, but faint light was filtering though the spaces in the eaves and I realized that it must be almost dawn. ‘There are people in the courtyard!’ He hissed the words at me. ‘Your son has slipped into the other barn. He’s searching through the sacks to see what weapons he can find. He told me to wake you, so we are prepared.’

I was already shaking Biccus into wakefulness. The pig-man had faithfully kept watch with me for hours and he was inclined to be resentful that I’d disturbed him now. ‘What in Pluto’s name . . . ?’ he hollered, then saw the finger I was holding to my lips. ‘What’s the matter?’ he murmured, suddenly subdued.

I did not need to answer. The sound of voices just outside the door was an explanation in itself. I simply jerked my head towards the sound, and busied myself with doing up my sandals and my belt. It might be necessary to make a quick retreat.

Biccus’s pig-eyes were wide open with alarm. ‘Dear gods – I do believe the owner has come back. Or perhaps the new one’s come. I can hear a woman – that must be his wife.’ He had already risen to his feet and was beginning to put his frightful footwear on.

I paused in the act of putting on my cloak and realized he was right. I could hear a female laughing, rather mirthlessly and her ringing voice exclaiming, in a martyred tone, ‘Well, councillor Florens, thank Juno we’ve arrived. What a frightful journey. Thank Mars we had your gig. I did not realize this place was so far from town.’

‘Florens!’ I was so startled that I said the word aloud. ‘These are no rebels. That’s the man who wants me brought to court. He’s found out that I’m here and he’s come to drag me back. Well, I’d better go and face him. You two stay here. It’s better if you do – there’s no need for you to be involved in this.’ And before Brianus could voice the protest that was clearly on his lips, I pushed the barn door open and stepped into the courtyard and the first cold light of day.

I was expecting to find the place awash with slaves and guards and carriages, but there was only a solitary gig with a rather sullen Servilis in the driving-seat. He was engaged in driving it away – evidently intending to unhitch the horse – and he did not look my way. Standing in the gloom were his erstwhile passengers, a man and woman both in mourning clothes, dark against the semi-dark of dawn: the man in full
toga pulla
, with a black cloak to match, and the woman in a cape and stola of Ligurian grey.

If I’d not known that it was Florens, I might have been deceived – the light was dim and he looked quite different in his funereal dress – and the woman was not anyone I’d ever seen before. She was young and lively, despite the sombre cloth, and her hair – which should have been hidden by a veil – was escaping from its jet-encrusted pins and plaits and cascading in delightful light-coloured ringlets round her face (which should also have been covered, if the Roman rules of strict decorum had been met).

Her jewelled hand was resting on her companion’s arm and she was looking boldly up at him. (He was small and portly but she was smaller still.) ‘It’s very lonely here.’ She shivered. ‘Are you quite sure it’s safe? There are no real rebel bandits in the vicinity?’

He looked into her face and gave a pudgy smile. ‘The fact that it is lonely is exactly why I chose it as a hiding place. And as for being safe, my private guards will be here in a little while. Their wagon is already on the road – though of course it does not travel as quickly as a gig. They’ll stay here when I go back to town, and see off any unwanted visitors. But who is going to come out here, in any case? The man who used to own the farm is unfortunately dead, as you’re aware, and all these buildings now belong to me.’

I felt a tingle running down my back. My assumptions had been wrong. Florens was not here in search of me at all. This was some secret assignation of his own. I tried to melt back into the barn again, moving as slowly and noiselessly as possible. I wished devoutly I had stayed there all along. At any moment one of them would look up and notice me.

It was Junio who attracted their attention first. He must have crept out of the other barn without me noticing and seen me standing there, in danger as he thought. He dropped the sack that he was carrying, which fell with a startling clatter to the ground. The woman shrieked in terror and fled towards the house, but Florens whirled around.

‘Father, there’s danger. Make a run for it!’ Junio shouted, as all eyes turned to him – and I realized that he’d made the noise on purpose to let me get away.

I might have tried to calm him – an illicit assignation is embarrassing, no more – but the barn door behind me was opened suddenly and Biccus and Brianus were standing at my back – armed with the iron ladle and a burned-out torch, which they were fiercely brandishing. Brianus had a bucket in his other hand, and he tossed that to me, saying, ‘It’s empty but it’s heavy. If it hits them, it will hurt. I’m sorry, master, this is all the weaponry we’ve got. Unless Junio’s found something better in . . .’ He broke with a gasp as Florens flung himself upon my son and threw him to the floor.

The councillor was plump and ageing and Junio was young, but the attacker had the advantage of surprise. As Junio lay there winded on his face, Florens grabbed his hands and knelt on him, then – to my horror – he seized the heavy sack and brought it crashing down on Junio’s skull. The victim gave a little moan and then lay ominously still, a small red trickle oozing from his head.

We three lunged forward as one man to accost the councillor, who was standing up and coolly dusting off his hands, but before we reached him Florens gave a whistle through his teeth. Instantly Servilis came running from the field, like a sheepdog summoned by his master’s signal-call – except that this sheepdog had a dagger in his hand.

‘Arrest these people, Servilis.’ Florens was the picture of authority again, dignified and solemn in his mourning black. It was hard to believe what we had just seen him do. ‘Put them in the shed. And take this body somewhere and take care of it – by this time I imagine you know what to do.’

I stared at him, astounded. Pieces of pattern snapped suddenly in place. ‘You!’ I said. ‘You are the owner of this place. You knew there were bloodstains in there, didn’t you? So you set out to silence Junio. Well, you haven’t silenced me. You killed those people with the treasure-cart – or you had them killed – and now you’ve murdered Junio as well. Don’t think I’ll let you . . .’ I was prevented from saying any more. Servilis had seized me by one arm and was twisting it savagely up into my back, while his other hand held the dagger to my neck.

I thought of swiping at him with the pail, but a sudden pressure of the blade dissuaded me.

‘Put that bucket down.’

I dropped it instantly.

He turned to the others. ‘And drop those stupid weapons. Get into the barn. One false move from you two and your master’s dead as well.’

Brianus and Biccus sheepishly obeyed, but I hadn’t finished yet. After what had been done to Junio, I hardly cared what happened to myself. I shouted to Florens as we were marched inside, ‘You lured the treasure-cart in here and murdered all of them. How did you do it? Laced their wine with poppy-juice and stabbed them while they slept? Or even poisoned it? That would account for the stab-wounds after death . . . Ahhh!’ This as Servilis increased the pressure on my arm.

‘You want me to despatch him, master?’ my tormentor asked. Florens had followed us into the barn.

‘Leave him, Servilis, the man is just a fool. The courts will deal with him when we take him back. We’ve caught him outright now. Look at all the extra charges we can bring to bear: escaping from the fortress – as I assume he did – breaking into buildings, trying to attack a Roman citizen and impugning the honour of a councillor. The wretch I caught stealing isn’t even dead. I can see him breathing. So there’s another thing. Accusing me of murder, in front of witnesses! I wonder what my friend the magistrate will make of that.’

‘You attacked a Roman citizen yourself,’ I said, braving the threat of further damage to my arm. Now it was relief that made me bold. ‘The man you set on was my adopted son. If you didn’t kill him, it was merely chance. And don’t think that you’ll avoid the charge by just arraigning me. If I’m consigned to exile, my patron will bring the matter of the assault to court.’

Florens was entirely unmoved. ‘You mean that wretch I brought down in the court? But, my dear Libertus, he was just a thief. I caught him escaping from my private barn with a bag of my possessions in his hand. The lictor’s widow is a witness to the fact. The law permits me to defend my property. No court is going to punish me for that.’

His air of outraged reason made me furious, but with the dagger at my throat there was little I could do. Junio was obviously seriously hurt – I thanked the gods that it was nothing more than that – and I was certain to be exiled for life. Everything I’d worked for was slipping from my grasp.

I was not the only one. Behind me I could hear the smothered sobbing of my slave. Brianus. Of course, he was under threat as well. If he was discovered now, he was in danger of his life – my testimony as a criminal would be no help to him. But there was a chance for him. Brianus was purchased in Britannia, so Voluus’s widow did not know his face, and neither Florens nor Servilis had seen the boy before – it was Porteus’s bodyguard who caught and questioned him.

I looked Florens in his pink-rimmed eyes. ‘Well. You have caught me. Take me to the court. And you have a case against my son, if he survives. But let the others go. They have done nothing.’

Florens looked scorning. ‘Nothing except break into my property.’

‘They broke into nothing. The doors were all unlocked. They simply sought shelter in a deserted farm. How could they possibly have known that it was yours?’

I could see that he was tempted. There was nothing to be gained by his detaining them – he could not pretend that they had helped me with the crimes, because they almost certainly had witnesses to prove that they had not, and in any case they could not be tried with me. As non-citizens they would need a separate court – at, of course, additional expense.

Florens frowned. ‘Who are they anyway? What are they doing here?’

‘This man is Biccus, from a farm nearby,’ I was already beginning to explain.

But Brianus interrupted me. ‘He doesn’t know me, master, but I’ve seen him before. I saw him at the mansio, when Voluus was here.’

Florens pounced on the implication instantly. ‘You are the lictor’s slave! The one that ran away. So, Libertus, in addition to his other crimes, has been harbouring a fugitive as well. More indication – if we needed it – that he had friends within the household who could have helped him plot!’ He smirked. ‘And when Voluus is murdered you are both found nearby! I think the court will find that quite significant.’ He turned to me and smiled. ‘So, citizen, I don’t think we can agree to your request. I think we’ll have your two companions taken to the jail. Gagged and bound, I think, so they can’t run away. And listen – there is the sound of wheels and hoof-beats in the court. Here are the very people to take care of it. I think you’ve met my private escort, citizen?’

My throat was too dry to make any reply, Behind me, Brianus was weeping quietly. ‘I am sorry, master, I have let you down.’ Biccus was saying nothing, as was often the case.

Florens was already striding to the door, raising his voice and shouting to his men. ‘Come in here, lads, and take these three away. Don’t be too gentle, they’re thieves and murderers – we caught them in the act. Make sure you bind them most securely and keep them at knife-point all the way, though if your hand should slip I shouldn’t fret too much. We’ll claim that they were trying to avoid arrest.’ He peered out into the strengthening light. ‘Come on, then. Get on with it. We haven’t got all day.’

T
here was a rattling of hobnails and half a dozen running men stormed in. I braced myself but it was not the shattering surge of Florens’s brutal bodyguard. This group was in formation and were carrying drawn swords, and their leader was a breathless and plump centurion.

‘Emelius!’ I breathed. I had never been more relieved to encounter anyone. ‘What are you doing here?’ Then I remembered my conversation at the garrison the evening before. ‘The commander has sent you to investigate?’

‘Nothing of the kind,’ he said without a smile. ‘I was sent here to arrest you. You were supposed to be sleeping at your patron’s flat, but you got out somehow. When they found you missing, they came back to us and the commander guessed where you had gone. And when we went to requisition a larger vehicle . . .’

My heart sank, but I nodded. ‘I’m sorry about that. And, of course, your suspicions were confirmed.’

Biccus was gaping at me. ‘You mean you didn’t have permission to take that cart at all? Dear Jupiter! And to think that I agreed to come with you! I hope you’re satisfied. Look what troubles you have made for all of us.’

Emelius looked stern. ‘Well, he won’t be making trouble for you any more. I’m under instructions to take him to the court. No doubt there’ll be a few more charges to answer after this.’ He turned to me. ‘I hope for your sake that we get there before your accuser does; otherwise your patron will be liable to a fine. He won’t be happy – he is threatening to disown you as it is.’

I was past desperation, so I simply said, ‘My accuser will be there. He’s standing right behind you.’

The centurion whirled round. ‘Of course. I recognize the face. The councillor who brought you to the garrison. A thousand pardons, Worthiness, I did not know you in those mourning robes.’ It was understandable. Without the resplendent purple stripe, Florens looked almost insignificant.

His personality was undiminished, though. He waved a lofty hand. ‘I am expecting a cart-load of my slaves to arrive at any time. I was going to escort this villain to the courts myself, and his companions, too. I am going to charge all three of them with robbery and assault – but now you can deliver them instead.’ He nodded to Servilis. ‘You can let the prisoner go. Go and guard the lady until the others come – fortunately I’ll be able to leave them here with her, as planned.’