13
It was a long wait until night-fall. Several times I went out on my roof and crawled on my belly to peer over the parapet. The deserted street before my house made it easy to spot the shadows lurking in nearby doorways. At least two were visible each time: men in long brown Etruscan robes, with pointed beards.
“Still out there,” I said after the last scout. “But people are coming back from the festivities now. We’ll have crowded, darkening streets soon, and then I can make my move. Hermes, I want you to go to Milo’s house.”
“Through those streets?” he squealed.
“Of course not. What Roman boy needs streets when there are perfectly good rooftops? Choose your route carefully, and you can get from here to Milo’s without your feet touching ground. There aren’t three streets in Rome too wide to jump across. I want you to tell Milo that I need a strong bodyguard to escort me across the city and the lady Julia to her home. This is most serious and there are armed murderers after us. Now, be off with you.” Pale-faced, he went up the stairs to do my bidding. For a wretched corpse-robber of a slave, the boy had promise.
Julia sat shaking her head, the picture of despondency. It grieved me to see her so, but my duty to the Senate and People outweighed her loyalty to her uncle.
“Oh, don’t feel so bad, Julia,” I said. “If I know Caius Julius, he’ll get out of this as he does everything else. It’s Pompey whose hide I want to nail to the Curia door.”
“And what of Crassus?” she said dully.
“He’ll buy off his jury. Remember, they haven’t really done anything yet. The laws concerning conspiracy, even the treasonous sort, are notoriously vague. Only Cicero could bring a strong prosecution against them, and he won’t dare, since he faces exile over his handling of the Catilinarians.
“No, for Caesar and Crassus, the best I can hope for is public ridicule. The picture of them meeting in women’s dress will catch the public’s fancy like nothing else in history. The comic playwrights will put the scene on every stage in Italy for years to come. But Pompey tried to have me poisoned, and I want him.”
“Not to mention his plotting against the state,” she said dryly.
I shrugged. “He hasn’t a chance. For whatever reason, he’s already forgone the opportunity to make himself Dictator by force of arms, when he could easily have done so as recently as last year. Now he wants to play politics, and I must agree with Cicero that he’s too stupid and inept politically to accomplish anything that way. If he survives at all, it could only be with Caesar’s expertise and Crassus’s wealth. Without his army, he couldn’t even carry out one trifling little assassination.”
“And to what do you attribute your extraordinary good fortune?” she asked.
“Conspirators like to keep their own hands clean by entrusting their dirty work to subordinates. Unworthy or inept subordinates can ruin almost any conspiracy. Pompey wanted me out of the way because he knew that I was the one man in Rome most likely to uncover and expose what he and the others were up to. He wanted to make it look natural, so he opted for poison. He gave the job to Clodius, but among infamous crimes, poisoning is second only to arson, so Clodius farmed it out to Nero. That was no task for an amateur, and Nero bungled it.
“When Clodius came to his senses after his sacrilege, he knew that Nero would try to warn me, so he sent his Etruscan assassins to keep an eye on my house. When Nero showed up, they killed him.”
“Why didn’t they find the message-tube?” she asked.
“It was the inept-subordinate problem again. Clodius, like the others, is a conspirator of long experience. Such men know that the first rule of conspiracy is never to put anything in writing. It never occurred to him that the little twit would bring me a letter instead of delivering his message personally. He told his goons to kill the boy, but not to search him for an incriminating document.”
“And the herb-woman?”
“A bit of track-covering. She knew about the poison; she knew that her dress had been borrowed so that someone could take her place at the Mysteries. That was too much for her to know with an investigation going on, so she was eliminated.”
Julia shuddered. “Such ruthless people.”
“I assure you, this is a small-scale naughtiness by these men’s standards. They routinely depopulate countries to further their aims. Not that I mind kicking the barbarians around a bit when the good of Rome calls for it, but it’s not right to make war on people just to give one man’s career a boost.”
During this time, I had been going over my weapons. My gladius was legionary size, a bit large for concealed carry, but I was no longer concerned with niceties. I assured myself that its edge would still slice a straw without effort and belted it on. I tucked my dagger into its usual place, and this time, just in case, I concealed both caesti instead of my usual one.