The Crossroads Brotherhood(13)

‘So what do you know about this Blandinus? What doesn’t he do?’

‘I’m afraid he does most things: goes to the games and the theatre, he drinks, he gambles, he goes whoring; in fact he frequents an establishment in your area, owned by Terentius.’

‘But that’s just boys; does he like women?’

‘I think so; he’s married and has children.’

Magnus looked disappointed. ‘There must be something that he wouldn’t be seen dead doing.’

Gaius’ flabby face, glistening with sweat from the exertion of the uphill walk, suddenly brightened. ‘Of course there is: men!’

‘Men?’

‘Yes, men. I can almost guarantee you that he has never even contemplated being buggered, let alone countenanced it.’

Magnus smiled. ‘Of course; so simple that it was too obvious. Thank you Senator, I’d best be going.’

‘Won’t you have some honeyed cakes and wine, we’re almost at my house?’

‘No time Senator, I’ve got a lot to organise; it seems that I can wash two tunics in one tub.’ He ran off leaving Gaius wondering just what he had been talking about.


‘BRING IT FORWARD to dawn tomorrow?’ Servius asked throwing a handful of kindling onto the small fire on the altar of the Crossroads’ lares next to the front door of the tavern.

Magnus sprinkled incense over the flame; it flared, giving off a pungent aroma. ‘Yes, provided Terentius, with the good help of our lares, can entice Blandinus to his place this evening. Send one of the lads to fetch him here immediately.’

The counsellor nodded and went over to Marius and a group of the brothers sitting playing dice on one of the tables outside the tavern. After a brief word from Servius one of them got up and left.

‘What about the gear?’ Servius asked returning to Magnus by the altar.

‘That’ll be here tonight but I want you to write a note to Aelianus telling him that I need his fire to happen one hour before dawn tomorrow, not the next day; ask him to acknowledge that in writing.’

‘I’ll do that now.’

‘What about Tigran, any luck?’

‘Yes, he’s waiting inside to see you; he’s very keen to repay the favour. He speaks a little Albanian but he’s brought his cousin, Vahram, who’s fluent.’

‘Thank you Brother,’ Magnus said looking up the Alta Semita towards the Porta Collina. A party of travellers caught his eye. ‘Marius, take one of the lads and do the honours with that lot,’ he said pointing at the group. ‘They look wealthy enough to be in need of our services.’

Marius grinned and got up from his game. ‘Right you are Magnus. Normal rate?’

‘Yeah, normal rate.’

Marius slapped his neighbour on the back. ‘Come on Lucio, let’s get busy.’

Magnus sat down at an empty table watching the two brothers waylay the travellers and offer their protection whilst mulling over the plan for the night in his head; he knew that it was risky bringing the raid on the Albanians forward but it was too good an opportunity to miss and he smiled to himself as he thought of how Blandinus was to be found. Poor bastard.

Eventually a cough brought him out of his reverie; he looked up. ‘Ah, Terentius; sit down my friend. How’s that boy?’

‘Still passing blood, so I’ve had to put him on lighter duties,’ the whore-boy master replied, elegantly placing himself on the bench opposite Magnus. Out in the street money was changing hands.

‘I’m sorry to hear it. Do you know the Praetorian Tribune Blandinus?’

‘Of course, he’s one of my regulars.’

‘Does he ever, how shall I put it, take his turn around?’

‘No never; some of our clients ask for that but never Blandinus. He only gives and he gives very well; I can personally vouch for that.’ A misty-look came into Terentius’ eyes that Magnus found disconcerting.

‘I’m pleased to hear it. Will he be coming this evening?’

‘I don’t know, he comes most evenings. Why?’

‘I need you to ensure that he comes this evening.’

‘I suppose I could send him a note saying that I’ve got a new boy that may be to his taste.’

‘And do you?’

‘Yes, I’ve had to replace the ones that were cut up.’

‘Then do that and when he comes I need you to drug him; can you do that too?’

Terentius looked uneasy and hesitated. ‘Of course,’ he answered after a few moments.

‘You seem reluctant?’

‘No Magnus, I’ll do it.’

‘Good. Send me a message when it’s done and keep him sedated until I pick him up.’