"Good, good!"
I thought that exchange contained more meaning than the mere words implied. Was some sort of warning being given?
The Master was gazing at me, as if waiting to see if I pressed the issue. I decided to oblige. "Of course there will be no publicity?"
He a.s.sented in silence.
"What was the name of the Brother who died?" Aelia.n.u.s put in.
The Master gave him a narrow look from under his eyebrows. "I am afraid I cannot tell you. It has been agreed--" He spoke heavily, and his tone implied the agreement had been granted by Vespasian, at the consultation which the Master had claimed to have had. "The name of the family involved in this terrible tragedy will not be released."
The three other Brothers shifted in their seats. I was now in no doubt that they knew the whole story. They were rapt by the way their chief romanced us with the official version.
I pursed my lips, drawing in a long, slow breath. Once, I would have made myself unpleasant, insisting on further information--and I would have got nowhere. When the Establishment closes ranks, the personnel know just how to do it. Aelia.n.u.s was hopping and eager to pursue it, but I shook my head slightly, warning him not to make a fuss.
"Young man," sympathized the Master, "I am most perturbed that you should have been drawn into this sad episode while attending on our rites. It must have been an appalling shock. I will speak to your father, but do pa.s.s on to him my sincere regrets--and you, Didius Falco, thank you--thank you most heartily for your help and support."
"Rely on our discretion." I smiled, trying not to make it grim. The big man in the dinner robe had not asked us to keep quiet; still, it was understood that we would be thoughtful towards the distraught family involved. "I am a trusted imperial agent, and Aelia.n.u.s, as you know, regards the Arval Brethren with the greatest respect."
To ask who was in line for the unexpected new vacancy would have been cra.s.s. I tipped Aelia.n.u.s the wink, and we saluted all around, then left.
Almost before we were out of the room, there was a murmur of conversation behind us. The Master"s deputy began saying, as if he could hardly contain himself, "We had a visitation from himself just before all that--" Then the door closed firmly.
I gazed at young Camillus, searching to see how he interpreted our interview. He was Helena"s brother all right. He was angry at how we had been led along and finessed with stonewall courtesy. In view of the antipathy he had already harbored, he was blaming me for the lack of results.
His mouth tightened in distaste. "Well, as I said at the start of this evening, Falco--that was a waste of time!"
XIV.
WE TOOK THREE strides. Between the exit and us, the Brethren were processing into the Master"s dining room. We stopped.
Behind us, the Master and his cronies came out from the room we had left. The big man paused, clapped Aelia.n.u.s on the shoulder, then apologized that since the feast was to take place in his private house, where couches were limited, he could not invite us. The ordinary members had slowed, so the Master and other officers could now join the head of their group and lead the way. Aelia.n.u.s and I stayed where we were to watch the corn dollies all process to their last formal meal of the festival.
"Aulus, I thought on the first day they squeezed you in to watch?"
"Yes."
"But today the Master reckons they are pushed for s.p.a.ce! Dining room must have shrunk."
"You see conspiracies everywhere, Falco."
"No. Just two unwanted enquirers who have been fed a very sticky porridge of half-truths."
Probably all the Master was doing was covering up a tragic incident that would hurt those involved if it became a public scandal. I sympathized with the stricken family; after all, my own had troubles we preferred to veil. But I hated to be patronized.
Tripping over the hems of their white robes, the Brothers jostled past us. They were the pride of the patrician ranks, so half were tipsy and some senile. I counted them under my breath. There were one or two extras, but the corn wreaths stood out. All twelve. Wrong; eleven. One had been carved up last night by a mad wife. At least, I supposed it was a wife, though on reflection the Master had not specifically said so. (I was doubting him on every aspect now.) "Full complement. Tell me, would-be novitiate, do they usually all make the effort to attend?"
"No. They reckon to muster between three and nine. A full quorum occurred once at the end of Nero"s reign, and is still spoken of with awe."
"That Master must have owned a spectacular cook."
"I expect they were going to debate the crazy emperor."
"Surprise me!"
The party had all crammed into the triclinium. We could hear mutters as they vied for the best couches, and groans as the old men among them struggled to recline their raddled bodies enc.u.mbered with the clinging folds of their robes. I could imagine their eagerness to hear salacious details of the murder and to know how bad a scandal affected their order.
"Well, time to go, Falco." Aelia.n.u.s had the concentration of a gnat. "There"s nothing for us here."
"That"s what they want you to think. The Master of your admired order has turned us inside out. Now I know how a skinned rabbit feels as its fur is peeled."
"I stumbled across a ghastly domestic incident. Don"t you believe that?"
"Oh yes."
"So the Master told us the truth."
"Partially--probably."
"He seemed perfectly open and reasonable."
"A lovely fellow. But I bet he cheats at draughts."
Four youths emerged from a side door. They wore matching white tunics, and all carried salvers.
Aelia.n.u.s, who had been on the verge of abandoning any pretense of comradeship with me, turned slightly. Despite himself, he caught my eye. Once again, curiosity had won, and he was suddenly back in the game.
"Which was it?" I muttered.
He signaled to the third boy. I bounded across and grabbed him, whipped the salver away from him, dragged one arm up his back, and marched him into an alcove behind a statue. Aelia.n.u.s blocked escape and confirmed aloud that this was the young man who ran away from questioning at the Grove earlier.
He was about thirteen. A few spots and stubbles. A pigeon-chested young lout who reckoned he could do as he liked and we had to put up with it. Aelia.n.u.s wrinkled his nose. The pristine white uniform covered a body that shunned bathing in a routine adolescent way.
"Let me go! I have my duties at the feast--"
"This is the camillus with the runaway legs?" I asked Aelia.n.u.s. "I wonder why? What"s he hiding?"
"Obviously something!" Aelia.n.u.s leaned on the lad, squashing him up against the statue.
"Something bad, I"d say. What"s your name, Speedy?"
"Find out. I"ve done nothing."
"Can you prove that? There has been a murder, clever. So what did you see of it?"
"Nothing!" He glared back, acting dumb. He was c.o.c.ky, but I could play the official line. We were in somebody"s house, however; we might be discovered and thrown out at any minute. I had to act fast.
"What shall we do?" I mused to Aelia.n.u.s. "The vigiles would be the nearest who own a set of thumbscrews, but it"s not my favorite district cohort. Why should they get all the fun? No, leave the esparto mat boys to comb the streets for arsonists. I reckon we"ll haul this little beggar to the Palace."
"The Praetorians?"
"No--they"re far too soft." Any lad in Rome would know the Praetorian Guard were vicious. "I"ll give him to Anacrites."
"The Chief Spy?" Aelia.n.u.s was playing along with me. "Oh, have a heart, Falco!"
"Well, of course he"s a brute; I can"t stand his dirty methods. Still, he"s got the best equipment. Speedy won"t last long in the underground torture cell."
While Aelia.n.u.s was shuddering dramatically, the boy squealed in panic. "I done nothing, I done nothing!"
One thing he had done was to make too much noise. I glanced over my shoulder, but despite his cries, the household staff were all absorbed in serving the first course at the feast. The Brothers were raising quite a din too, as they fell on their ceremonial hors-d"oeuvres and gossiped with their mouths full about last night"s grim events. "Answer my questions then, son. A man was killed, rather unpleasantly. What did you see in the Sacred Grove of the Dea Dia?"
"I didn"t see him killed."
"Well then? Do you know who he was?"
"One of the Brothers. They all look alike once they get dressed up. I don"t know all their names."
"Did you see the corpse?"
"No. Someone else found it; one of the temple priests, I think. He went off sick today." The priest"s own choice, or the Master"s decision? "I only saw the Master"s attendants taking the body away on a trestle, covered up."
"What else?" asked Aelia.n.u.s quietly. Without any training, he now fell into the role of the friendly, well-spoken interrogator--the less brutal one. I could live with that.
"I saw her," gasped Speedy, gratefully turning to this more sympathetic fellow. "The woman who did it. I saw her."
Suddenly he was less sure of himself, and looked more his age: a boy. An extremely frightened one.
"Will you tell us about her?"
"The men who were moving the body didn"t want people hanging about. I was having a good gawp, but they ordered me to move away. As I was going, she appeared in front of me."
"Can you describe her?"
The camillus was too young to have started taking mental notes of women"s attributes. He looked helpless.
"What was she wearing?" I suggested.
"White. With her hair all tied up. White--but the front of her dress was covered with blood. That was how I knew she did it."
"Of course. You must have been terrified," Aelia.n.u.s sympathized.
"I was all right," he bragged, comforting himself in retrospect. He had probably had no time for real fear.
I stuck with the job in hand: "Was she a young woman?"
"Oh no." To a boy his age that could mean anyone over twenty-five.
"A gray-haired granny?"
"Oh no."
"A matron? Was she high cla.s.s? Did she wear jewelry?"
"I don"t know--I was just staring at her. She had a wild look. And . . ." He stopped.
"And what?" asked Aelia.n.u.s patiently.
"She was holding a bowl." The boy"s voice had dropped. This seemed to be the source of his hidden terror. "She was holding a bowl like this--" He demonstrated, miming the action of carrying a vessel lodged on the hip, with one hand on the far rim. We were silent. He struggled. "It was full of blood. Like in a temple sacrifice."
"Dear G.o.ds!" Shocked himself, Aelia.n.u.s set a hand on the boy"s shoulder to steady him. Aelia.n.u.s had told his father and me that the dead man had a large throat wound. Now we knew why. He shot me a look, then drew breath carefully. "So what happened?"
"She did something horrible."
"What?"
"Other people had seen her. I could hear them coming towards us, and I thought I was safe."
"But?"
"Maybe she heard the people coming. She began to weep, crazily. She seemed to start awake from a dream, and she saw me. Then it was strange. At an altar, when they cut the beast"s throat and catch the blood, they have a boy to hold the ritual bowl sometimes. She seemed to think I was there for that." The camillus braced himself. "She said, "Oh, there you are!"--and then she gave the bowl of the dead man"s blood to me."
XV.
WE CROSSED THE hall in silence and were making our way from the house. A latecomer rushed up the steps towards us, a senator in full fig and to my surprise a man I recognized. "Rutilius Gallicus!"
"Falco! What brings you here?"
"I could ask the same, sir."
He paused, catching his breath. "Duty."
"Well, you can"t be one of the Arval Brothers, or you would be prettied up with corn tonight--This is Camillus Aelia.n.u.s, by the way--the brother of Justinus, whom you met with me in Africa."
Just in time Gallicus remembered not to exclaim, Ah, the one who ought to have married that rich Spanish girl his brother pinched! Ah, the one who ought to have married that rich Spanish girl his brother pinched! "I heard a lot about you," he uttered instead. A mistake, as usual. Aelia.n.u.s looked peeved. Embarra.s.sed, Rutilius Gallicus dashed into his excuses for being here: "I may not have told you, Falco, I am a priest of the Cult of the Deified Emperors. I took over directly after Nero, actually--" "I heard a lot about you," he uttered instead. A mistake, as usual. Aelia.n.u.s looked peeved. Embarra.s.sed, Rutilius Gallicus dashed into his excuses for being here: "I may not have told you, Falco, I am a priest of the Cult of the Deified Emperors. I took over directly after Nero, actually--"