‘A moment of madness on their part but one that’s proved extremely lucrative for us, eh my friend?’
Aelianus’ florid, round face creased into a gap-toothed grin and he passed his hand through his thinning copper-coloured hair. ‘And how are we going to exploit their moment of madness this time?’
Magnus put an arm around the Aelianus’ shoulders and led him away from the tourists admiring the hundred-feet long, curved hour-lines emanating from the base of the obelisk sundial – set up by Augustus a generation before – and on towards the first emperor’s mausoleum on the bank of the Tiber, as it curved back northwards after a brief foray east. ‘Get me twenty Urban Cohort uniforms, minus the armour and shields.’
‘What for?’
‘To pay a visit to an establishment that has caused me some grief. Oh, and I’ll also need you to set fire to your depot.’
Aelianus raised his eyebrows. ‘Just like that?’
‘Yes my friend, just like that.’
‘And what’s in it for me?’
‘Half of what we find in the place, but with a guarantee of at least 225 denarii.’
Aelianus whistled softly. ‘A year’s pay for a common legionary. Well, the tunics, belts, boots and cloaks will be no problem – I can have those for you by this evening. The helmets, swords and scabbards are slightly harder because I’ll have to wait until all my staff have left for the day – but I could bring them round to you personally by the third hour of the night. When do you plan to do this thing?’
‘The day after tomorrow, an hour before dawn when there shouldn’t be any clients in the house; so tonight will be fine, you can bring it all then.’
‘Good. But as to the fire, that’s a different matter: I need to think that through very carefully.’
‘Well, don’t take too long about it, my friend. I need that warehouse doing its best imitation of a beacon an hour before dawn in two day’s time.’
‘Oh it will be, Magnus, don’t you worry.’
‘That’s why I’m paying you so well, Aelianus, to take away my worries.’
The ginger quartermaster grinned again. ‘If only you had more worries, I’d be a very wealthy man. I’ll see you later with the gear; can you send a few of your lads to escort me?’
‘Sure, they’ll be at your depot by the second hour of the night.’
‘Thanks, mate,’ Aelianus said turning to leave.
‘Before you go, Aelianus,’ Magnus said, stopping him. ‘There’s one more thing that I’ll need you to do when you come over tonight.’
‘It’s included in the price I suppose?’
‘Yes and it’s not negotiable.’
‘Go on.’
‘I need you to fuck one of my girls.’
Aelianus sighed melodramatically and shook his head slowly. ‘Magnus, you’re a hard taskmaster.’
THE FORUM ROMANUM was packed – three treason trials were being conducted simultaneously, part of a recent upsurge in the legal hounding of enemies of the emperor or the rivals of his praetorian prefect. To Magnus, how the equestrian or senatorial classes treated each other meant nothing, provided it did not affect the daily running of the city’s institutions that were close to his heart: the games and the grain dole.
Pushing his way through the mass of spectators, food vendors, beggars and jurists Magnus eventually came to the steps of the Curia, the Senate House. The doors were open and the senate was in session. Magnus peered into the gloomy interior and, once his eyes had adjusted to the light, soon made out the corpulent figure of Gaius Vespasius Pollo. Knowing that he had no right to enter the building he descended the steps, bought a grilled sausage and a hunk of bread from a street vendor and settled down to wait.
Prodded by a red-shoed foot, Magnus awoke to the booming voice of Gaius. ‘Sleeping on the senate house steps like some vagrant? Have your brethren finally kicked you out as you did your predecessor?’
‘Yeah, but less violently it would seem, seeing as I’m still alive.’ Magnus grinned and got to his feet, rubbing his numb behind. ‘Actually I was waiting for you, Senator.’
‘Is there a problem with our business? It’s meant to be done by tomorrow at the latest.’
‘Not as such. I have a question for you.’
‘Walk with me,’ Gaius requested, turning right along the front of the Curia, heading for the Quirinal.
Magnus fell in step and explained Servius’ plan.
‘I see,’ Gaius mused as they started to climb the hill. ‘That counsellor of yours is shrewd. Suspicious circumstances, very good.’