"That"s Maenius!" he shrugged. "He means no harm." "Tell that to the lady!" I rasped; Crispus seemed surprised. "Camillus" daughter? She looked-"
"Immaculate; she always does."
"Is this a formal complaint?"
"No," I growled patiently. "This is the explanation of why I hit your n.o.ble friend!"
"So, what"s your point, Falco?"
I could never explain.
He was a clever, efficient operator. In a contest with the Flavians I might easily have given him my support. But I knew that stern, old-fashioned Vespasian (who agreed with me that the only point in taking women to bed was with their glad consent) would hold a grim view of jolly Maenius Celer and his so-called harmless escapades. I had found that men who shared my views on women made the best benchmates in politics. Which meant that Aufidius Crispus had just lost himself my vote.
There was nothing to gain by extending the conversation; I went straight out.
LIV.
Helena had vanished. I wanted to find her, but I had told Aufidius Crispus I would wait in the colonnade.
For no obvious reason, I started walking along the veranda, away from the main body of the house. Only when I was beyond the sounds of other people, where a few desultory lamps lit the shadows, did I stop.
I stood still, hearing sea water rippling against a small pier thrust out into the Bay. From what Crispus had said about me being an odd messenger, I knew that however approachable he had appeared at our interview, he despised me. So long as Vespasian employed me, Crispus would despise Vespasian too.
The weight of my inability to influence him was suddenly too much. I lost all faith in myself. I needed a friend to console me, but now that Helena had taken herself off I was completely alone.
Sharp footsteps rang in the distance. Crispus emerged swiftly from his room. He was in front of the main building; I was in one wing, further back from the sea. I could see him but he was too far away to catch as he strode off.
I could have called out. There was no point. He made no attempt to look for me. He had reached his decision: Vespasian"s letter would receive no reply. I had believed the man could be deflected from his purpose; but if so, it was evident that the messenger who achieved this tricky task would not be me.
I never give up that easily. I set off after him.
The scene indoors had grown disorganized during my absence. I found no one with sufficient command of their senses to ask which direction Crispus had taken. Thinking he might be collecting Aemilia Fausta, I headed back to the triclinium where I had seen her last. She was there, still looking lonely; he was not.
This time she spotted me. "Didius Falco!"
"Madam -" I stepped across the p.r.o.ne figures of several young gentlemen who had been having a better time tonight than their aristocratic const.i.tutions could endure. "Seen Crispus?"
"Not recently," admitted Fausta, with a close look which implied suspicions relating to dancing girls. Feeling thwarted myself, I sat down to be sociable. "You look depressed, Falco!"
"I am!" I leaned my elbows on my knees, rubbing my eyes. "I deserve a rest; I want to go home; I need an affectionate woman to tuck me into bed with a beaker of milk!"
Fausta laughed. "Nutmeg or cinnamon? In your milk?
I laughed too, reluctantly. "Nutmeg, I think."
"Oh yes; cinnamon turns grainy if it stands..." We had nothing in common. The pleasantries petered out.
"Seen Helena Justina?" I felt restless. I wanted to consult Helena about what had happened after she had left.
"Oh, Helena went off with my brother. Something far too private to need any witnesses!" Fausta warned me in an arch tone as I started to my feet. A knot formed in my windpipe; I tried to ignore it. The magistrate"s sister smiled at me with a silkmess that said she was a hungry sea anemone and I was a drifting shrimp. "Helena Justina will not thank you if you intrude-"
"She"s used to it. I worked for her once."
"Oh Falco, don"t be so innocent!"
"Why?" I forced out, still making conversation. "What"s her secret?
"She sleeps with my brother," Fausta proclaimed.
I did not believe her. I knew Helena Justina better than that. There were many men Helena might let her fancy light upon, but I was absolutely certain that brilliant, blond, rangy, successful magistrates - who ignored their escorts at dinner parties - were not her type.
At that moment Helena and Aemilius Rufus came together into the room.
And I believed it after all.
LV.
He had his arm tightly round her. Either Helena needed support for some reason, or the magistrate liked holding her. I could not blame him; I liked holding Helena myself.
As Rufus billowed through the door, like a gorgeous crocus in his saffron dinner robe, he bent that golden head towards hers and murmured some intimacy. I could only escape from the room by smacking straight past them, so I stood where I was with my head tipped back. Then Helena exchanged replies with Rufus, who signalled to me.
I walked across, coolly.
Aemilius Rufus inflicted on me his easy-going, meaningless smile. I spared myself the trouble of making a mess of his mouth. No need to hurt my fist. If this was what the lady wanted, no point causing a scene. He had the rank (which did not bother me) but he also had the lady. I could only get the worst of it.
Helena stayed silent and downcast while Rufus took the lead: a strong woman letting herself be made submissive by a conventional man. She was wasting herself on him. Still, most of them do.
It was Rufus who spoke: "I gather you act as Helena"s bodyguard from time to time; she needs you now." From his lazy manner, he was trying to disguise some disaster I was too low to be told about.
I hate being patronized. "Too many prior commitments," I refused him stubbornly.
Helena knew when I was angry, especially with her. "Didius Falco!" she appealed to me formally. "We have heard something here tonight; if it is true it"s unbelievable. I must talk to you -" A train of revellers suddenly crashed into the room, knocking the three of us sideways. "Not here -" she frowned in helplessness, above the influx of noise.
I shrugged. I wanted to leave anyway. If Crispus intended taking Fausta home on his yacht, he had left me a free agent for the rest of the night.
Rufus released Helena. "I"ll manage for your chair."
He left the room ahead of us. "Found someone to ease your troubles, I see!" I sneered at Helena. In the lamplight her eyes had grown as dark as olives; they met mine in surging distress at my callous tone. Her unspoken reproach troubled me unexpectedly.
Helena walked quickly after the magistrate; I strode alongside. When we came into the atrium Rufus waved to say his orders were in hand, then went off in another group. Theirs must be a long-standing, casual affair, I reflected bitterly. She and I waited outside, where there was a sea breeze and more peace.
The air was cool, though still pleasant. Even I could admit the Bay of Neapolis was one of the most elegant quirks of geography in the Empire. Extremely civilized by starlight. I saw its fabled attraction. As the summer wavelets lapped a few paces away, I could even imagine why other daft people thought so highly of the sea.
It was a bland, beautiful night and I had nothing left to do with it but share the peace and the starlit scenery with the girl at my side - who had once been so sweet and soft and mysteriously friendly towards me but who tonight was herself; a senator"s daughter and the mistress of a magistrate, completely cut off from a bug like me.
Her chair was too long coming.
"What happened with Crispus?" Helena enquired in a colourless voice when our silence became uncomfortable.
"I failed to convince him."
"What will he do?"
"I can"t tell."
"He may not know himself." She spoke quietly, frowning. I let her talk. "This is what he"s like. He makes up his mind on a whim, then he rapidly changes it. I can remember him talking about horses with Pertinax; after a long debate, when everyone had agreed how they were all going to bet, Crispus would immediately settle on some different horse of his own..." She tailed off.
"Did he win?" I muttered, staring out to sea.
"No, that was the stupidity. He usually lost money. He could not even grasp how well Pertinax knew horses."
Despite myself I was being drawn in. "He mind losing?"
"No. Losing funds - or losing face - never frightens him."
"This seems a gamble too. Something to do. He has no driving sense of injustice or ambition. At least Gordia.n.u.s displayed some intensity! If the worst Crispus can complain about is that in Africa Vespasian ran short of cash, the man is certainly not driven by maniacal jealousy-" Helena"s stillness beside me was helping me crystalize the problem for myself. "He could be won over. He has talent; he deserves a position. But the Emperor sent the wrong man to reclaim him. Crispus thinks I"m about as important as a ball of fluff in a lamb"s tail; and he"s right-"
"He"s wrong!" Helena frowned, with only half her concentration. "You can manage it." Suddenly she turned to me, leaning against my side. "Oh Marcus, I can"t bear all this - Marcus, hold me! Please, just for a moment-"
I moved abruptly away.
"Other men"s women hold certain attractions- but excuse me, I"m not in the mood tonight!"
She stood straight as a spear, and I heard her deep, shocked breath.
I had shocked myself.
Time to leave. A chair in the Marcellus livery drew up nearby. Rufus was nowhere in sight.
"There were two things I needed to tell you," Helena whispered fiercely. "One I must deal with by myself! But I am asking you to go with me to the villa-"
"Why not your handsome friend?"
"Because I want you."
"Why should I work for you?"
She looked me straight in the face: "Because you are a professional and you can see I am afraid!"
I was a professional. She never forgot that. Sometimes I wished she would.
"All right. The usual rates," I answered softly. "The same rules as before: if I give you instructions don"t argue, just follow them. And to do the job properly I need to know what frightened you-"
Helena said, "Ghosts!"
Then she walked to her chair without a backward glance, knowing I would follow her.
It was a single chair. I had to stalk the two miles to the villa behind it, chewing over my anger about Rufus as I went.
Helena had four bearers and two fat little boys with torches, all of whom started looking at me as if they knew exactly why her ladyship had brought me along. Going up the mountainside there were plenty of places where we could pause to admire the panorama, and I ground my teeth as I sensed the bearers" contempt when we continued without stopping and they realized their mistake.
The house lay in silence.
"Let me go first -" I was her bodyguard again, keeping her close to me as I helped her from the chair, glancing round behind us as we went into the portico, then stepping ahead through the house door before I steered Helena in herself. Because we were in the country there was no need to summon a porter; the great doors pushed open easily without bolts or bars.
"Come with me, Falco; it"s vital that we talk-"
At intervals along the corridors small pottery lamps burned, though no one was about. Helena Justina hurried to the upper floor. We reached a heavy oaken door to what I guessed was her bedroom. As I put my hand on the latch I inspected her set face. I said briefly, "I can"t work in a bad atmosphere. Being rude to a client was unprofessional; I apologize." Then I opened the door without waiting for an answer, and moved her in past with a light touch of my arm.
There was a short corridor where a slave could sleep, though Helena was never the type to keep attendants by her all night. Beyond a closed curtain the bedroom was lit, but after I closed the door behind us the length of six paces lay dark. I said something conventional like, "Can you see your way?" Then I found Helena in the darkness, turning back to answer me, so I had to decide rapidly whether to step back deferentially - or not.
The decision made itself. It was a long kiss, with a great deal of pent-up frustration on my side, and if I really thought she was sleeping with the magistrate you may wonder why I did it.
I was wondering myself. But I had no objection to showing the young lady that whatever she was obtaining elsewhere, she might find better value in the rough grip of her bodyguard .
Just as I was deciding I had convinced her, a metal lamp crashed over in the room.
LVI.
Blazing with indignation, Helena reached the inner room first. I glimpsed someone scrambling out through a folding door, narrow ribs, thin legs, light hair and jaw-line beard, dressed in a white tunic, yet familiar. I ought to have caught him; we were equally surprised, though his lying in wait for the lady gave my anger a real edge.
I had to let him go. I had to, because when she rushed into her bedroom, Helena gasped and stumbled in a faint.
I managed to support her as she fell; she was unhurt. I lifted her onto the bed, caught up a handbell and shook it ferociously, then rushed outside to look. A long balcony ran the full length of the building with several stairs to ground level and doors into all the upper rooms. The man had vanished. I sped back to the indoor corridor and bellowed to raise the alarm.
Helena was already coming round. Muttering rea.s.surance I stooped over her, unknotted her belt and unhooked her blue beads; she started protesting confusedly. She wore a fine chain too, which was twisting against her neck. I freed that, expecting an amulet.
Stupid: Helena drove off the evil eye all by herself. Hung on the chain was my silver ring. Instinctively she grabbed it back from me.
In response to my rumpus people started invading the room. I shoved my way out past them, leaving Helena to explain, then set off after our trespa.s.ser. I had no doubt it was Barnabas.
I hared round to the stables, convinced that was where he lurked. The trainer Bryon appeared, looking startled. He was muscular and a substantial weight, but before he knew what was happening I had him by both arms and had grazed his head pushing him backwards against a wooden post.
"Where is he?
His eyes went automatically to the block where they kept the race horses. I set off, running lightly across the yard. The high-strung champion, Ferox, reared up in panic and struck his hooves on the woodwork, though his bottlebrush companion whinnied at me with pleasure. I glanced round frantically. Then I knew: a short wooden staircase led up beside the rackety nag"s stall to an overhead loft. I went up without a second thought. The freedman could easily have smashed in my skull as I pushed up the hatch; luckily he was not there.
"Oh highly salubrious!"
It was the best-appointed hayloft I ever saw: a fretted bed, an ivory table, a cupid with a superb bronze patina holding a conch-sh.e.l.l lamp, a shelf of flagons, the remains of a three- course meal on a silver table tray, olive stones scattered like rabbit droppings - an untidy man... No occupant.
The evil green cloak was hung on a peg, close beside his bed.