Claudia smiled a brittle smile. ‘I take it, then, that you’ll be telling him yourself?’ She stood up and shook her tunic into its folds. ‘Oh, don’t trouble yourself with the splinters, I’ll send a flunky to clear up.’
XVI
Orbilio ran so fast to catch up with her that he skidded, lost his footing and collided with a pillar. Why was it called the funny bone, he wondered, when it hurt like hell? Not that she’d got very far. That poor beanpole of a steward was the one taking the brunt of her anger this time.
‘I will not tolerate you hovering in the shadows, Leonides…’
‘I need to speak to you-’
‘You are not paid to hover. The best thing to be said in your favour is that for most of the time you are blissfully invisible.’
‘It’s a matter of some urgency, madam.’
‘Unless you wish to seek other employment within the hour I strongly suggest you melt into the background immediately.’
‘But-’
‘Butts are for billy goats, Leonides. Shoo!’
Standing by the kitchen, rubbing his elbow, Orbilio thought he had never seen her looking so lovely. When she was angry, her eyes flashed like water in the sunshine. She’d stick her chin out, as if to say ‘just you try it’, and curls would tumble loose. Thick, springy curls, with terracotta tints that made a man want to bury his face and hands in them. He couldn’t begin to describe the sensations that consumed him once he discovered Gaius didn’t sleep with his wife. Verres the cook had proved most garrulous when it came to domestic gossip and he was quite adamant on that score. Seferius never touched her, never went into her room. Probably not allowed to, he’d joked, digging Orbilio in the ribs-a gesture he’d never dare make sober-but privately Orbilio disagreed. As strong as Claudia was, in matters of policy Gaius Seferius’s word was law.
Lying awake at night afterwards, his arms folded behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, Orbilio had gone back over the times he’d seen them together and decided Verres had the situation sussed correctly. There was no visible sexual chemistry between husband and wife, which in itself isn’t unusual, but in Seferius’s case he seemed to treat Claudia more like a daughter than a lover. A blind man could see Gaius was proud of his wife, but it was eating away at Orbilio why this wealthy wine merchant should pick such a magnificent, hot-blooded woman…and not make love to her. It wasn’t natural. Was it size? Orbilio knew of bigger men than Seferius who were at it like rabbits. Children, then? So desperate was the Empire to breed strong, healthy citizens that Augustus was paying families to have babies. But Gaius had fathered four and Claudia was supposed to have had three. (Would you credit it? A figure like that, after three kids!) Perhaps they’d both had enough? Cupid’s darts, there were simpler ways to prevent pregnancies than abstinence! What, then? Impotence?
As Leonides sloped away, ruefully shaking his head, Orbilio stepped in front of her.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Sorry enough to pack up and leave?’
He gritted his teeth and pressed on. ‘You’re entitled to have who you like in your house. I had no right to foist Rufus on you.’
‘Yet you have no qualms about foisting yourself on me?’
Chance would be a fine thing. ‘That’s different. That’s business.’
He’d had to tell Callisunus his reasons for infiltrating the Seferius household as a last-ditch attempt before being taken off the case. Callisunus was becoming increasingly exasperated with Orbilio’s dead-end leads, especially since it was his personal belief the killer was a maniac who selected his victims at random. Confiding his hunch was a risk Orbilio had taken very, very reluctantly, but on the strength of it Callisunus had granted him a week’s extension. Seven days but no more, he said, and Orbilio was no fool. He knew an ultimatum when he heard it.
‘Claudia…’ He linked his arm through hers to draw her away from the prying ears of the kitchen. ‘Claudia, I would very much like us to be friends.’
And more, Claudia. Much, much more. You don’t know how I ache for you, long to hold you in my arms, lay you on my wolfskin cloak and kiss your lips, your hair, your breasts. To make love to you in the lapping waters of the ocean…
‘Friends?’ She shook her arm free. ‘As Cleopatra might have said, kiss my asp.’
‘I understand why you’re so tetchy about the boy-’
‘You know nothing.’
You think not? ‘Rufus is all right, he’s as streetwise as they come and won’t have let anything slip.’
Dammit, she wasn’t listening to a word he was saying! That Gaulish boy of hers had come limping into the atrium, and although he hadn’t said a word or moved so much as one splendid muscle, Orbilio sensed communication between them. He felt his stomach churn. Mother of Tarquin, no! Not Claudia and him! Professional eyes swept over the slave. Tall, rugged, strong. Not exactly drop-dead good looks, but for a non-Roman he had That Certain Something, Orbilio conceded, bristling at the way the boy’s eyes smouldered at Claudia. And it would pay you to remember Junius isn’t a boy, Marcus, my lad. He’ll never see twenty again, that was for sure.
So they wanted to talk, did they?
Orbilio excused himself and headed up the stairs, whistling under his breath. Claudia, he noticed, drifted nonchalantly towards the peristyle and although Junius turned his back and walked off towards the kitchen, Orbilio wasn’t in the least surprised that a convoluted route just happened to bring the young Gaul into the garden. By this time, however, Orbilio had staged himself behind the household shrine. He mightn’t be able to see, but he could hear.
‘How are the ribs now?’
As her perfume, rich, exotic and spicy, drifted over, Orbilio closed his eyes and inhaled.
‘So-so, thank you, but I wanted to warn you. That investigator, the one who pretends he’s your cousin, he’s been questioning the servants.’ Junius lowered his voice. ‘That fat slob Verres has a loose tongue, and some of the women, too. Orbilio’s very generous, though. Gave me a whole denarius.’ The sun was beginning to set, throwing a rich cloak of molten fire over the garden.
‘In exchange for what?’
‘Nothing. I told him nothing!’
Orbilio heard the boy spit, then he heard Claudia’s laughter ring out.
‘Did you catch that, Cousin Markie?’
Bugger. Well, there was no point in pretending he’d been pouring a libation at the shrine or tying his laces…
‘Most of it,’ he said casually, wondering whether his face was as red as it felt. It was difficult to decide whether he’d been seen, which might have influenced the conversation, or whether it was an out-and-out set-up. He wouldn’t put it past her.
‘I heard about your part in the riot,’ he said to Junius. The official version was that he’d stepped in to save her from harm. ‘Very commendable, I must say.’ Rufus’s story, on the other hand, contained a few marked differences.
Claudia and the Gaul exchanged glances.
‘You may go,’ she told him, and Orbilio was surprised at the speed with which the boy took off, limp or no limp.
‘Shouldn’t you be out catching killers, or don’t you work of an evening?’ She looked Orbilio over long and hard.
He was tempted to say I am working, but held his tongue.
‘I suppose you’re going to tell me you have skivvies running all over this city, lifting up stones and delving into slime, why dirty your own hands?’
That was true, as well. ‘Can’t a man have a night off occasionally?’
‘Supposing… Now what the hell is that?’
The garden, normally a peaceful refuge, was suddenly invaded by a knot of people pressing forward. Leonides, skipping backwards with his hands outstretched, was telling someone they couldn’t just barge in here like that, whilst at the same time trying to suppress the intrusion by using a guard of male slaves.
Both Claudia and Orbilio were on their feet in seconds. ‘Claudie! Claudie, it’s me, Ligarius. They wouldn’t let me through the front door, I had to push my way in.’ Despite the slaves’ manful efforts to restrain him, the giant was shaking them off like raindrops. The liquor on his breath would have felled an elephant.