Vespasian looked at Sabinus with horror as it dawned on them both where the killers were headed.
‘Thank you,’ Gaius said. He picked up his sword and calmly thrust it into the man’s mouth.
‘Magnus, take Artebudz and get ten of your crossroads brothers and meet us, with horses and swords, outside the Porta Collina at the junction of the Via Salaria and Via Nomentana, in an hour,’ Vespasian ordered.
Magnus grinned. ‘Well, that’s got me out of paying for a party tonight,’ he said by way of taking his leave.
‘We should just get going with them,’ Sabinus said. ‘We haven’t got time to hang around.’
‘We’re at least two hours behind them, Sabinus, there’s no way we’ll overtake them if we can’t change horses. We need Clemens with a Praetorian pass so we can use the imperial relay horses; that way we’ll have a chance of catching them before they reach our parents.’
CHAPTER XII
‘I will not listen to any more of your pitiful whinging.’ Antonia’s raised voice thundered out from her formal reception room and echoed around the cavernous atrium where Vespasian and Sabinus waited restlessly for Pallas to find Clemens.
‘But M-m-m-mother, I demand the recognition and honour due to a m-m-m-member of the imp-imp… imperial family.’ The other voice too was raised but had more than a hint of fear in it, which was magnified by the stutter.
‘You are in no position to demand anything, you runt. With just one act I could ensure that you are at the very least banished. Now give me that list and be off with you.’
‘But, M-m-m-m-m-mother…’
‘Stop “but M-m-m-mothering” me! Just go; and take my advice, Claudius: divorce that liability of a wife of yours immediately and spend more time with your books and less making a fool of yourself trying to play politics.’
‘But…’
‘Go!’
Vespasian winced at Antonia’s screamed dismissal.
A shambling figure appeared in the corridor leading off the atrium and, keeping his head down, lurched, as if his knees were about to give out at any moment, towards the brothers. As Claudius drew close he gave a start and looked up at Vespasian; his eyes were blinking incessantly and a trail of clear mucus ran from his nose and on to his toga.
Vespasian nodded his head; Sabinus followed suit. Claudius stared at them in surprise and managed to get the blinking under control. His grey eyes were calculating and intelligent; they peered at the brothers from a face that would have been handsome and noble had it not been given a sorrowful air by its downturned mouth and bags under the eyes.
‘Bastard families,’ he blurted without changing expression, as if he was unaware that he had said anything. He wiped his nose with a fold of his toga, nodded at the brothers and then shambled out.
Antonia came in as soon as Claudius was out of the door.
‘What are you two doing back here?’ she asked abruptly, her equilibrium having not quite returned after her interview with her son.
‘So Sejanus has linked your family with me,’ she said after the brothers had told her of the attack on Gaius’ house and the men heading towards their parents’ estate, ‘and is using Livilla to do his dirty work so as not to risk the chance of any of his Praetorians being implicated in the murder of a senator. Where’s Gaius now?’
‘We brought him here,’ Vespasian replied. ‘Pallas had one of your house slaves take him to the baths; he’s gone to sweat out his anger.’
‘Good. He’ll have to stay here until I can get him out of Rome. Livilla, that bitch of a daughter of mine, won’t give up until she’s given her lover what he wants. Why am I cursed with children who work against me?’
Vespasian and Sabinus were spared having to answer by the arrival of Pallas with Clemens.
‘Horses are being saddled up in the stable yard for you, masters,’ Pallas said, bowing, ‘I’ll return when they are ready.’
‘How many men are we taking?’ Clemens asked, having already been informed by Pallas where they were going and what was hoped of him.
‘Including us three, fifteen,’ Vespasian replied.
‘I’m not sure that my pass will give us access to that many horses from the relays.’
‘Take this,’ Antonia said, slipping her seal ring off her finger and giving it to Vespasian. ‘No one will dare argue with the holder of my seal; return it with Clemens. Where are you going to send your parents? It will need to be a long way away to be safe from Sejanus.’
‘I’ve been thinking about that,’ Vespasian replied, slipping the ring on his little finger. ‘The only person I could trust is Pomponius Labeo; he has estates in Aventicum on the other side of the Alps. He should be there by now.’
Antonia nodded. ‘That should be far enough away. What about you two?’
‘I’m coming straight back to Rome, domina,’ Sabinus said firmly. ‘I’ve got the quaestors’ election to consider.’
‘I don’t think that would be advisable for the moment,’ Antonia contended. ‘You should stay away until I can find out whether Sejanus was just targeting Gaius and your parents because your mother is his sister, or whether the whole family was to be killed, in which case you won’t be safe in Rome. You’ll have to leave the election in the hands of Fortuna.’
Sabinus made to protest but stopped himself as he saw the truth of the statement.
‘You could both go to my estates in Campania; I need you to be close enough to Rome to be able to come quickly should Macro send me a message stating that everything is ready for the other matter to proceed.’
‘Thank you, domina, but I would prefer to go to my estate in Cosa,’ Vespasian said. Sabinus gave him a sour look but grunted his assent. ‘It’s one day’s ride from Rome. We should be safe enough there. Magnus knows where it is if you need to find us.’
‘Very well,’ Antonia agreed as Pallas came hurrying back into the room.
‘All is prepared, masters.’
‘Thank you, Pallas,’ Antonia said looking at the brothers. ‘Ride fast, gentlemen. May the gods bring you there in time.’
Night had fallen and they rode as fast as they could — a slow canter — up the Via Salaria by the light of torches held by each man. Vespasian, Sabinus and Clemens had met Artebudz, Magnus and his brothers just before midday. Vespasian had a very brief reunion with the slow but reliable Sextus and the onehanded Marius before they started, hell for leather whilst daylight held, up the Via Salaria. They had changed horses every ten miles at the imperial relays. Antonia’s seal had proved invaluable as the relay-keepers were all reluctant to give them fresh horses, saying that they had already exchanged ten horses earlier in the day with a group of men bearing a warrant signed by Sejanus. Not having foreseen that Livilla’s men would be using the same form of quick transport as them, they rode on with an increasing sense of desperation. Their only hope lay in flogging their mounts to the limit in the hope that their parents’ would-be murderers were taking the journey more leisurely. This seemed to be confirmed as the relay-keepers’ estimations of how long before the ten men had passed through lessened gradually.
By the time that the long July day succumbed to night they had covered sixty of the eighty miles to Aquae Cutillae and they reckoned that they were just over an hour behind by the last time they changed horses.
‘We’ll save time by not changing again,’ Vespasian said to Sabinus as he peered ahead into the gloom. ‘At this pace these horses will be able to cover the last twenty miles.’
‘We need to speed up, brother,’ Sabinus replied. ‘The bastards ahead of us will be almost there now; they’ll have had less of the journey in the dark, so we’re falling behind them.’
‘They might decide to stop for the night.’
‘Bollocks they will; as far as they’re concerned they’ve timed it perfectly, arriving just as everyone’s gone to bed.’
‘What do you suggest then?’
‘You’ll laugh at me but I’m going to trust to my Lord Mithras; his light will guide me. You follow on as quickly as you can.’