“Nonetheless, I have been charged with this investigation,” I said.
“Which I am sure you will fulfill to everyone’s greatest satisfaction,” she said.
“What’s this?” The voice came from the direction of the atrium and a moment later I saw Brutus emerge from the dimness of the colonnade. He was a dreadfully serious-looking man who always seemed to have deep matters on his mind, although I suspected he spent more time thinking of ways to collect on his outstanding loans than on philosophical matters.
“Decius Caecilius is looking into the deaths of those two astronomers on the Tiber Island, dear,” Servilia said.
“Oh, yes. Terrible business. I shall miss Demades.”
“You knew him?” I said.
“Yes, and I wish I had known him better. He was marvelous when he spoke of his astronomical observations. He could make you feel the excitement of discovery, which can seldom be conveyed on the written page.”
This was new. “I think I know what you mean,” I told him. “The first time I met Sosigenes at the Museum several years ago he almost managed to convey some of the excitement of his work, and I am usually immune to the charms of philosophy. I think it was the enthusiasm he brought to the subject.”
“Yes, that is it exactly. I truly enjoyed talking with him.”
“I marvel to hear you say so,” I said. “Others I have spoken to considered him a dull sort, a drudge.”
“Then you have been speaking with the astrologers and their followers. I prefer philosophy unpolluted with superstition, so I esteemed the company of Sosigenes and Demades and the true astronomers.”
“Now, Brutus,” his mother said through tight lips. To my amazement, Brutus was entirely uncowed.
“Mother, you and your crowd pursue those fraudulent mountebanks like children chasing after the crossroads magicians who make doves appear from empty purses and extract denarii from their ears.”
“That will be quite enough,” she all but hissed, but somehow her son had grown a spine.
“I’ve studied too much philosophy and come to appreciate the truth in it, Mother. I’ve put aside all that childish nonsense about the gods taking a personal hand in the affairs of men and placing the stars in the heavens to tell us whether it’s a good day to arrange an advantageous marriage for a daughter or begin building a house. The gods are far too majestic for such sordid matters.”
She unwound to her feet like a cobra rising and spreading its hood. “That’s not how you talked when your horoscope predicted the highest of destinies for you! And you have forgotten how to treat your mother with respect before strangers.”
“Oh, Decius Caecilius is hardly a stranger, Mother. We’ve known him for rather a long time, haven’t we?”
She turned to me and I confess I flinched back. “Senator, I fear I must be rude and take my leave. I hope my son will be able to help your investigation.” With this she whirled and stalked off, radiating anger in an almost visible miasma.
“She isn’t going to forgive me for witnessing this little scene,” I sighed.
Brutus put a friendly hand on my shoulder, another unexpected gesture. “Pay no heed. Servilia’s day is done. She is an old woman trying to be a young one.”
“She seems to have regained Caesar’s favor,” I said. “I saw him squiring her about just a few days ago.”
“Caesar is the greatest man in the world at this moment,” Brutus said ponderously. “He can have any woman he wants. He already has Cleopatra and even an incredibly rich queen of Egypt is not enough for him. No, he retains a fond memory of his former connection with my mother, that is all.”
“Well, it’s none of my business anyway,” I said. “What is my business is these murders and I would greatly appreciate any help you could give me. I had not known you were acquainted with Demades, much less fond of him.”
He frowned at the pitcher of water and turned to a slave. “Bring the senator something more suitable to drink. The Campanian, from the estate at Baiae.” For once I found myself actually liking Brutus.
“How did you come to meet Demades?” I asked him.
“It was at one of Callista’s salons, shortly after the astronomers arrived from Alexandria. Callista made sure that they were introduced to Rome’s scholarly community. I met Sosigenes and the others at the same time. After that, I saw him from time to time at various gatherings of the philosophical set.”
“You found that they appealed to you?”
“The true astronomers, not the fortune-tellers. As you may have gathered I learned to regard the latter with some distaste. I have studied philosophy for much of my life, but the astronomers struck me as the men of purest thought, matched only by the mathematicians.”