“Then how did she die?” I asked her.
“Perhaps,” Julia said, “you should tell us all that happened.”
Jocasta stared at her with eyes grown haggard, a face abruptly aged. “Aren’t you forward for a Roman wife?”
“She isn’t a Roman wife,” I told her. “She’s a Caesar.” I found a nearby chair and sat as a praetor should when hearing a case. The rest of my party remained standing, even Julia.
“Why should I tell you anything?” Jocasta demanded. “I’m to die whatever I say.”
“I’ll make you the same promise I made Gelon: No cross, no beasts in the arena. A quick beheading and it’s over. But only if you explain it all. I owe this to Manius Silva and to Diocles and to the shades of the dead. They can cross over the river and know peace when this matter is settled and they are avenged.”
“You owe Diocles nothing!” she hissed with shocking malice.
“All right,” I said. “Let’s start there. What was Diocles’ part in all
this?”
“He was Gaeto’s partner! I lied about the man in Verona. When Gaeto first set up in Baiae he needed a citizen partner, and he needed one of impeccable lineage. Slaving can be a chancy business, you know. He might have bought kidnapped Roman citizens by mistake, and then he would have been in terrible trouble. The penalties are fearsome, as you know well. He had to have a highly placed partner to speak up for him in court.”
“Why would the priest of Apollo go into partnership with a slaver?” Julia wanted to know.
“For money, of course! Far higher than the usual percentage. And he wasn’t a priest back then. His father was still the priest, and he had an older brother. But the brother died first, and then Diocles inherited the priesthood and he was too respectable, too noble for the likes of us. But he took the money. Year after year he demanded his cut, and year after year he snubbed us and treated us like offal beneath his feet!” The woman had great reserves of bitterness, that much was clear.
“And your talk about Greek malcontents meeting at the temple to talk against Rome, that was just magician’s smoke to confuse my investigation?”
“Oh, such meetings were held, but nothing would ever have come of them. It was the drunken ramblings of resentful men. They all had too much at stake to risk revolutionary action. They were just disgruntled at having Rome lording it over them. But Diocles did help them out when they had financial troubles. He could afford to, with the money he raked in from the slave trade.”
“You said you had a spy in the temple,” I said. “Was it Gorgo or Charmian who told you about these meetings?”
“Charmian,” she said sadly. “Poor Charmian. She was so lively and strong, so intelligent. No, Gorgo had little going on in her head and a great deal going on between her legs.”
Circe astonished me by saying; “Did you love her?”
Jocasta jerked around, surprised. “No. She was a sweet, stupid girl and she was pleasant to be with, but I could not love such a creature.”
“But those passionate poems—” Julia began, then she stopped, her eyes going wide. “You wrote them to Charmian!”
“We speculated such a thing at first,” I said. “We found the poems in the girls’ quarters. But we were fixated on Gorgo.”
“She loved you, though,” Julia said, her voice hardening. “She put on her best jewelry, anointed herself with your favorite perfume, Zoroaster’s Rapture—surely you gave her the jewelry and the perfume?”
“Oh, yes, they were my gifts. But I wrote poems only for Charmian.”
“So was Charmian your go-between with Gorgo,” Antonia asked, “or was it the other way around?”
Jocasta regarded her with eyes worldly enough to give even an Antonian pause. “Why do you think it had to be one or the other?”
“You mean,” Antonia said, “all three of you?” Her face filled with wonder. “You were getting up to some serious debauchery out in Apollo’s grove!”
“Very Greek in all respects,” I said. “But she didn’t wear her very best jewelry to that last meeting. She didn’t wear this.” I took the huge necklace from within my tunic and let it drop to its full length, the jewel-studded golden lozenges rattling faintly. Jocasta jerked slightly at the sight, glaring. “Gaeto gave her this, didn’t he?”
“Yes!” She packed a world of hatred into one short word.
“Is it why you killed her?”
“No, it’s just a bauble. But it portended worse things. Charmian told me about it, that Gaeto was meeting Gorgo and bringing her fabulous gifts.”