Now I'm all wet from the damned dog. That bumboat swine lured her in on purpose… We may have to abandon you, Aulus."
I never asked anyone to come," grumbled Aulus. That was true, but of course he was touchy at the thought that we might dump him. Now he felt lonely, and he had not even left the country.
Oh Julia Justa will make us stay. Your mother still loves you."
Well, thanks, Falco." I was surprised to find that the customs desk on the arrivals wharf was manned by Gaius Baebius.
What happened to permanent sick leave after your beating?" The clerks he supervised all stared curiously. Gaius looked shifty.
I'm still in agony, Marcus. Some days I can hardly move for the pain…"
Skip it, Gaius."
You have no idea what my suffering is like I could imagine the diatribe if he got started. I said if Gaius really wanted to make a complaint, he could find Cratidas at the Aquarius, though I warned him not to go alone. Hearing my short sharp tale of knives and uplifted benches, Gaius thought he might instead hire a lawyer and sue for damages. A good move, I thought. It would be very neat if a vicious ransom gang was broken up because their leading man had to flee legal action from a malingering civil servant.
And how is darling Junia?"
Back home in Rome. I was not aware you were so fond of her, Marcus." Nor was I. I had slipped up by even mentioning her.
On the quay nothing much was happening. The first officer sauntered aboard. We took that for a good sign. The first mate arrived, bringing some sailors. They were typical mariners. I saw Julia Justa stiffen as she noted their farmyard accents, their missing eyes and their limps, their rough tunics and bare feet. She wanted her boy to be safe in the hands of elegant master mariners with boots, cloaks and Phrygian caps. Nothing less than Jason and all his Argonauts would be good enough to row Aelianus. We soothed her. Julia Justa knew we were being insincere. The captain, Antemon, arrived. He turned up at the quay with the ship's guard, carefully escorting his owners, Banno and Aline. The ransomed wife scuttled aboard, still ashen-faced. The husband remained at the end of the gangplank and stared back at the port for a moment, looking resentful. I went up to him. I'm sorry your trip ended so badly. Now you are safely leaving, is there anything you will tell me about what happened to your wife?" Above us on deck, Antemon was watching warily. More furious than frightened now, this time Banno told the story. Most matched what other witnesses had said. Aline had been seized here at Portus, almost as soon as they landed. Banno was soon handed a letter which arranged a meeting in a bar. He had to go alone, and ask for the Illyrian.
Can you describe him?" Banno looked vague. Anything you remember about his height, his build, his colouring? Did he have hair or was he bald? Teeth? Ears? Scars? Clothing? What did he wear?" I got nothing. Either the witness was short-sighted, or too cowed. He did tell me one thing. the location of the bar. It was on the river frontage at Ostia, quite near to the Aquarius. He had had to take the ransom money to the bar right next door.
Does Aline remember anything?" She had been sure she was drugged, and was kept lying on a bed in a small room where she thought there was a woman, with children. Or might it have been a single boy, Banno?" Banno could not answer that. He was unwilling to ask the still traumatised Aline, and there was no time anyway. He left me abruptly, almost in mid-sentence. The Spes was finally sailing. We all stood on the quayside with that mournful feeling that afflicts people as they watch somebody else leave the country. We saw the gangplank pulled in and the mooring ropes cast off. Nux barked loudly. The ship was manoeuvred by tugboats and its own oars, gradually prised out from its tight-packed berth, then towed slowly into the centre of the great harbour. Sailors worked frantically to adjust the square sail. The vessel turned laboriously to face in the right direction. At the rail, Aelianus, who was wearing a dark red tunic, soon became a blurred dot; we had all long stopped waving to him. We stayed until the Spes started to move independently. The tugs with their heavy towing masts fell back from her. She slipped free and made her way towards the harbour exit, sailing smoothly out through the passage on the south side of the lighthouse.
He's gone!" Aulus had his good points. Even I would miss him.
XXXV
The senator had told his carriage driver to wait at our apartment. If the Camilli drove back to Rome straight away, they would hit the wheeled vehicle ban and be stopped at the city gate, so we delayed their journey by having a very late lunch. Helena went to fetch Albia, who had chosen not to come with us to Portus. She was not a slave; she had the right to free time, and apparently Aulus was no great draw for her. Helena herself enjoyed time alone, so had always allowed the young girl moments with her own thoughts. I settled everyone else in one of the courtyards at the Aquarius. Nowhere else was so convenient and I would not be deterred by an anti-social Cilician. The place was big enough to cope with a large influx, and had a pleasant, respectable atmosphere. If you overlooked the fact that armed pirates accumulated there sometimes, it made an ideal family restaurant. Anyway, there was no sign of Cratidas. We had a good, if slightly subdued meal, which with rather slow service took most of the afternoon. However much we reassured ourselves that Aulus was doing the right thing, and that his ship was sound and well managed, a sea voyage is always dangerous. It would be several weeks before he landed and could send a letter to confirm his safe arrival, then weeks more before the letter found its way to Rome. If Aulus remembered to write. His mother said he had a bad record in that sphere. When we finished, the senator and I wrangled over the bill, but in the end he paid it. I had things to do, but it was only polite to return to the apartment for farewells.
Don't worry, Mama darling Helena was feeling mischievous.
The Daily Gazette says that rumours of pirates operating again are untrue…" As Julia Justa stared in horror, I quickly signalled the driver to start off. After we had watched the carriage disappear, a sense of anticlimax downed us. While the children scampered off, looking for toys they had abandoned the night before, Helena, Albia and I all walked back slowly into the courtyard. It seemed forlorn after our great family banquet. Helena wiped away a tear. I hugged her. Aulus will be all right."
Of course." She became more brisk. Now we are alone, Albia and I have something to show you. While she was here this morning, we had a visitor."
Entertaining a follower?" I teased Albia. She looked hot.
Don't," warned Helena. It was just as well that I came home to fetch her; Albia found him a handful." Now I was a furious head of household. I'll sort him! Who was the bastard?"
A slave called Titus." Titus? That chirpy extrovert who worked for the landlady at the Marine Gate rental, the slave who cleaned Diocles" room. I could imagine how the pushy tyke would be too flirtatious with Albia if he found her alone. He would take her for a slave or freedwoman, for one thing. I looked across at Albia, who was kicking her heels. Helena had interrupted the unwanted advances; there was no harm done. He brought you some things, Marcus Didius." Albia had already learned that I needed efficient reports. First, his excuse was that there were two good tunics Diocles had left at the laundry. These have come to light unexpectedly, so Titus says."
Wrong size for him!" I grinned.
I said this was not enough to earn him a tip."
Excellent. The last girl I kept in the office to take messages was a soft touch."
Lies," murmured Helena, to whom I had been referring. Tell him the rest, Albia."
Notebooks."
Notebooks! I thought we had those, mostly empty."
These new ones are written in. There are quite a lot. I believe Titus had kept them, hoping they might be valuable. Now he is frightened he will get into trouble!" Albia spat. It was a habit we had yet to cure. So he will. Sooner or later, and I think sooner…" Prophesying doom for men gave Albia much satisfaction. Titus said, or he pretended, he had been asked to look after these tablets by your scribe. To put them in a safe place, and not tell anybody. That is why he kept them secret from you. But some men came to the house asking about them yesterday, and Titus is now very scared."