False God of Rome (27 page)

Sabinus obliged and handed her the documents.

Antonia smiled pleasantly at Herod. ‘So, Herod, your copies are the last ones left that link this grain with Sabinus.’ She gave the bankers’ draft back to the Cloelius
brothers, who each signed it; that done she offered it to Herod. ‘The grain is worth a lot less than this draft. I suggest that it would be in your interests to swap.’

Corbulo’s mouth dropped open in outrage; with a sharp motion of her left hand Antonia silenced him before he could express his opinion.

Herod took the bankers’ draft. ‘I will send over my freedman, Eutyches, with my copy of the bill of sale and the certificate of ownership as soon as I get home. The grain is now
yours.’

‘As is your loyalty, Herod, if you still wish to see Judaea reinstated as a client kingdom with you as king. That is within my gift, not Macro’s.’

‘I can see that now. On my way here I passed through the Forum; it seems that Poppaeus is dead on the day that he was due to do a certain deal with your son.’ He looked around the
table. ‘I don’t know how you did it but I assume that deal has not gone through and Macro is not in a position to offer me what I want.’

‘I did nothing, Herod; any unfounded suspicions that you may have that I had a hand in this you will keep to yourself.’ Antonia picked up the third scroll. ‘Macro is not in a
position to cancel your debt to me, which, if I were to call it in, would send you fleeing back to the desert again; and believe me, this time you won’t return.’

‘As always, dear Lady, it’s a pleasure negotiating with you.’

‘It’s a pleasure taking my money, you mean.’

Herod inclined his head and smiled. ‘That I can’t deny.’

‘Now get out of my house.’

‘With pleasure.’ Herod got to his feet and bowed graciously. ‘Good day to you, gentlemen.’

Antonia brandished the debt marker at him as he turned to leave. ‘Never forget, Herod, I will always have this.’

‘Dear Lady, my lips are sealed,’ Herod said over his shoulder as he walked from the garden waving his bankers’ draft in the air.

Antonia turned to the two bankers. ‘Primus and Tertius, I know that I can rely on your discretion in this matter.’

‘We deal in figures not tittle-tattle, domina,’ Primus replied, rising while his brother collected up their scrolls and abacus.

‘Very wise; a far more trustworthy commodity, especially when the tittle-tattle could involve your names. Now, as to that other matter?’

Primus took another scroll, the fourth, from the fold of his toga and handed it to Antonia. ‘This is the final thing that you asked for, domina; our copy of the deceased gentleman’s
certificate of ownership from the other deal that interested you. You must understand that this is very irregular.’

‘So is taking a ten per cent cut of an illegal grain deal, Primus, which, thanks to my discretion, shall now remain just between us.’

‘Our humble thanks, domina. In the circumstances we will not be sending a note of our fees.’

Antonia unrolled the scroll and glanced at its contents with a satisfied smile. ‘That would be appreciated, Primus, I know how adventurous you can be with arithmetic when it comes to
calculating fees.’

‘We have no sense of adventure, domina, we are bankers.’

With curt nods of their heads the Cloelius brothers departed.

‘That was very expensive, thanks to you, Sabinus,’ Antonia said as their footsteps disappeared, ‘but by no means a disaster.’

Sabinus flushed and bowed his head in shame.

‘Dealing in grain while being the grain aedile!’ Corbulo finally exploded, his face puce with aristocratic ire. ‘I should report this.’

‘Of course you should but you won’t, will you, my dear Corbulo?’ Antonia said soothingly. ‘That won’t get us anywhere.’

‘But he’s trying get elected as a praetor; what he did goes against all the ancient principles that govern the behaviour of senators.’

‘And what you did this morning doesn’t?’ Antonia snapped. ‘Stop behaving as if you’re one of the founding fathers of the Republic. Sabinus made a costly mistake but
I have rectified it in a way that will protect us and do Herod a lot of damage; I don’t trust him not to talk to Macro so I’m going to ensure that he can’t. Pallas, bring Eutyches
to us as soon as he arrives.’

‘And you can swear to that?’ Antonia asked Eutyches who stood before her. She laid the two scrolls that he had brought from his master on the table next to a pile
of gold coins.

‘Yes, domina,’ Herod’s freedman replied, ‘my master said to your grandson Caligula: “I wish the old man would hurry up and die so that you can become
emperor.” I was driving them both in Herod’s carriage; I heard it clearly.’

‘And what did my grandson reply?’

Eutyches looked greedily at the pile of gold coins and then back at Antonia. ‘What do you think he replied, domina?’

‘I see that we understand each other, very good. I’m sure that he said: “Herod, that is treason; may Tiberius live forever. The next time you speak like that I shall report
you.”’

‘That is exactly what he said, I’d swear to it.’

‘My little grandson was always too forgiving.’

‘A noble fault, domina,’ Gaius agreed sadly.

‘Let’s hope that it doesn’t get him into trouble some day,’ Vespasian added, looking at his uncle and nodding in agreement.

‘Thank you, Eutyches, you may have the money once this matter has been dealt with. You will remain here until then; Pallas, show him to where we keep our guests.’

Vespasian watched the unsuspecting freedman being led towards Antonia’s private underground prison and wondered how long he would be kept incarcerated.

Antonia collected the money and slipped it back into a purse. ‘I feel that it’s my duty to correct my grandson’s fault and report this. Macro’s gone to join the Emperor
at Antium for young Gaius’ wedding so we should act now while he’s away. Senator Pollo, I will have this written up and would be obliged if you would read it out at the next meeting of
the Senate.’

‘Of course, domina.’

A sudden burst of hysterical screaming from the atrium interrupted them.

‘Get out of my way, I will see her; I know she’s in there.’

A short, broad-hipped woman, in her late twenties, with ripped clothing and dishevelled hair came running into the garden brushing off Felix’s attempts to restrain her.
‘Antonia!’ she screeched. ‘I know what you’ve done!’

‘My dear Poppaea Sabina,’ Antonia said rising, ‘calm yourself.’

‘Calm myself? How can I be calm when I’m looking at my father’s murderer?’

‘I have only just heard about your father’s death, these senators were just telling me about the tragedy.’

‘Tragedy?’ Poppaea screamed, looking intently at each of the men around the table. ‘You killed him, and these men probably helped you. I know Senator Pollo and his nephews have
always supported you against my father, he told me. You killed him, Antonia, because he was trying to remove your hated family from the throne. You killed him to protect yourself. I don’t
know how but if he died of natural causes then why was his lip swollen and cut? It wasn’t this morning when I saw him. My family’s reputation is impeccable and people will listen when I
demand justice.’ She spat on the ground, turned and, pushing past Felix, walked with dignity out of the garden.

‘I’m sorry, domina, she…’

‘That’s all right, Felix, she was determined to see me. Did the other business go well?’

‘Yes, domina, the body and the chest are in the Tiber; the head has been destroyed.’

‘Good. Follow her out and see that she does no damage and send a message to Asiaticus to come here as soon as possible.’ Antonia turned back to her guests around the table. ‘It
would seem that we now have two reputations to besmirch if we are to prevent Poppaea from gaining any sympathy in the Senate for her view. Gaius, save the report on Herod until after Asiaticus,
Corbulo and Vespasian have done what I’m going to ask of them.’ Antonia picked up the fourth scroll that Primus had given her and handed it to Sabinus. ‘And then when your uncle
has done that, Sabinus, please read out this, I think that it’s safe for you to do so now that Herod is no longer in a position to blackmail you.’ She patted Herod’s copy of the
bill of sale and the certificate of ownership of the grain that Eutyches had brought. ‘I was going to save it for future use but I think in view of Poppaea’s visit now would be a good
time to make it public. I believe it might also help your cause in the praetor elections.’

Sabinus read it quickly and grinned. ‘I’d be delighted to.’

‘And so therefore, Conscript Fathers,’ the Senior Consul, Asiaticus, concluded to a packed Senate House, ‘I propose a vote of thanks from a grateful Senate to
its servant, Gaius Poppaeus Sabinus, for the many years of selfless service he gave to us and our Emperor. I also propose that we vote him a bronze statue, paid for out of public funds, to be
erected in the Forum.’

Asiaticus sat down to a chorus of approval from both sides of the House. Vespasian joined in thinking that Antonia would be pleased with the way the Consul had set up the debate exactly as she
had asked.

‘Senior Consul,’ Corbulo bellowed over the din, rising to his feet, ‘may I have the floor?’

‘The Senate will hear Senator Corbulo,’ Asiaticus cried, gesturing for silence.

Vespasian smiled to himself as Corbulo took the floor attempting to conceal a look of distaste for the first part of what he was about to say upon Antonia’s orders.

‘Conscript Fathers, I served with Poppaeus for three years in Moesia and Thracia, I would be honoured to second the Consul’s proposal. I was, as were you all, shocked when Poppaeus
was found dead in the Forum, but I consider it fitting that a man such as he should die at the very heart of our Empire. However, as we all know, Poppaeus allowed his troops to hail him as
“imperator” so I think that a statue in the Forum, so close to those of our illustrious Emperor and his predecessor, would be an unpleasant reminder of that solitary error of judgement
– some may call it an act of treason – made by this man whom we praise today.’

Corbulo sat down to mutterings of agreement.

Asiaticus took the floor again. ‘Senator Corbulo has done well to remind the House of that unfortunate incident. We would not want the Emperor to think that his loyal Senate in any way
condones Poppaeus’ error, made, I am sure, in the heat of the joy of victory over Rome’s enemies. The fact that the Emperor in his clemency has chosen to overlook this for so long
should signal to us that, while a statue would be inappropriate, a vote of thanks would be acceptable for such a man who only made one mistake in his life.’

Vespasian got nervously to his feet for the first time in the Senate. ‘Senior Consul, may I have the floor?’

‘The House will hear the first speech of Senator Titus Flavius Vespasianus,’ Asiaticus declared.

Vespasian felt the eyes of over five hundred senators upon him as he walked out to the middle of the floor. Putting his unease at speaking in public for the first time to the back of his mind,
he cleared his throat. ‘Conscript Fathers, many of you will be wondering what I, one of the most junior members of this ancient House, could add to this debate. I too was in Thracia with
Poppaeus and out of loyalty to the Senate of Rome and our Emperor I cannot remain silent about what I saw. Senator Corbulo was right to bring to our attention the cries of “imperator”
but he has not told the full story. He was not present at the victory celebration after the final battle, having been sent up the mountain with two cohorts to secure the defeated Thracians’
stronghold and to mop up any survivors. He therefore did not see the way that Poppaeus basked in the cries of “imperator”, encouraging them rather than trying to subdue them as any one
of us would have done out of loyalty to the Emperor.’

Vespasian paused as the senators vied with each other to be the most vociferous in their loyalty to the Emperor. ‘Shameful though it was to commit this offence against our Emperor, it was
not the worst crime that Poppaeus committed that day.’

There was silence as the senators ceased their protestations of loyalty to hear what could be worse than a crime against the Emperor. ‘I was present when your emissary, the proconsul
Marcus Asinius Agrippa, brought Poppaeus the news of the honour that this House had voted him, and our Emperor had been pleased to confirm, Triumphal Ornaments. I witnessed Asinius order Poppaeus,
in the name of the Senate and the Emperor, to immediately give up his command to Pomponius Labeo and return to Rome. Showing no gratitude for this extraordinary honour, Poppaeus refused, thereby
committing a crime not only against the Emperor but also against this House. It was not until Asinius repeated the order in front of the whole army after the battle that Poppaeus felt obliged to
lay down his command.’

Shouts of outrage forced Vespasian to pause again. Asiaticus sprang to his feet and bellowed for order.

‘Senator Vespasian,’ he shouted over the din, ‘can you swear to this?’

‘I can, but I can do better than that, Consul, I can get you proof. Senator Corbulo, where did you find Poppaeus on the night of the Thracian attack?’

Corbulo stood. ‘In Asinius’ tent.’

‘Who else was there?’

‘Asinius, you, King Rhoemetalces and Primus Pilus Faustus.’

‘Unfortunately, Consul, Asinius is dead as is Faustus but King Rhoemetalces is not. Write to him and ask him for the details of the conversation that had taken place between Asinius and
Poppaeus before Corbulo arrived; he will confirm everything I’ve said.’

Vespasian returned to his folding stool as the first of the many senators eager to express their disgust at such a disregard for senatorial authority jumped to his feet.

After a succession of speeches each railing at Poppaeus’ behaviour and each one more damning and hypocritical than the last, Asiaticus brought the matter to a close.

‘Conscript Fathers, I withdraw the motion that I proposed and recommend instead that we should mark Poppaeus’ death with an acknowledgement that in his service to Rome he was merely
up to the task and no more. We should write to the Emperor and ask him, in view of Poppaeus’ behaviour, if he would wish us to strip him posthumously of his Triumphal Ornaments.’ This
was greeted with a unanimous shout of approval. ‘I see no reason to divide the House on this issue.’