A Roman Ransom (35 page)

I finished with a flourish, and looked expectantly about.

Marcus was looking doubtful. ‘It still seems highly implausible to me – though I suppose the fellow did disappear the moment that the final ransom note appeared. And you have been proved right in every other way,’ he muttered grudgingly. ‘I suppose I must concede the truth of what you say.’

Secunda had been watching this in open disbelief, and suddenly she could no longer hold her tongue. She was still in her beseeching posture on the floor, but she shook herself free from the soldier who was guarding her and shuffled over to me on her knees.

‘Citizen, I know nothing of any medicus. It was Lallius entirely who brought this grief on us.’ She turned to Marcus. ‘My mother went to him so proud, you know, the day that you made the announcement in the town. She and Myrna were in the forum listening – as you know, because they left the scroll – and afterwards she went directly to the jail, and let Lallius know exactly what we’d done. And instead of being grateful, he was simply furious. Seized her by the throat and shook her savagely – if there had not been a jailer just outside the door, I believe there might have been a tragedy. Perhaps there was. He demanded to know why she had dared to interfere, and in the end he dragged the truth from her – that he was her son. And then it all got ugly. We had Julia and Marcellinus in our outhouse then: we’d swept it out and made it comfortable, with blankets and fresh straw and everything, and we were keeping Julia more or less asleep. The less she knew of what was happening, the better, Mother said.’

I did not dare to look at Marcus’s face. The thought of his beloved wife reduced to sleeping on straw, and locked into a ruined stable, was almost more than I could contemplate. How he must feel about it, only Pluto knew. ‘And Lallius changed all that?’ I managed, in a strangled voice.

She nodded. ‘He stole the key and said that he would take charge of the matter himself. Of course, Mother realised then that things were desperate. He sent her for a horse to get him out of town as soon as the order for his release came through, and naturally she thought of one of ours. She found our driver just outside the gate, and got him to bring Myrna here. Out of harm’s way, she said. Then we attached an animal behind the vehicle, and took it back to wait for Lallius.’

‘But you expected Lallius to go straight to his home?’

‘He wasn’t going to do that. He’d made that very clear. There’d been some argument with his father – or his supposed father, I should say – and he was barred, he said, so he would stay with us, since we had cast him out upon the street. Anyway, it rather suited him. An inn on the outskirts of the town was the last place his creditors would look for him, and since we were family, he said, he did not expect to pay. And we were not to take any other visitors while he was here, he made that clear as well. He even started threatening my mother over it.’

‘And Julia?’ Marcus was clearly impatient now. ‘She was at Myrna’s all this time?’

Secunda nodded. ‘My husband had the donkey cart set up – he was starting off to get that load of logs – and he took Myrna back to Mother’s house at once: I was there already, looking after all the children for the day. When my sister told me what had happened, I was horrified. We couldn’t do anything to help Julia, of course, because Lallius had the key, but she passed the baby to us through the window space – and the rest I think you know.’

‘And what did Lallius say when he arrived and found the child was gone?’ Marcus was clearly following all this.

Another frantic nod. ‘He was beside himself with rage, but there was nothing he could do. Marcellinus was already safe. We knew that because just before Lallius arrived your page turned up and asked for Myrna back – I thought that I would die of fright. We hadn’t catered for that possibility. Luckily Myrna had gone to the neighbour’s with her child – she didn’t want her daughter there when Lallius turned up. But Julia was still hidden in the stable at the time.’

‘And when Lallius came?’

‘He decided he would turn our stupid plans to some effect, he said. He wrote the ransom note – he’d brought a writing tablet with him from the jail, from some friend of his who’d written to him there. Of course we begged and pleaded but he paid no heed to us. He even went in to see Julia and gloated over her. The ransom was all his idea, he said, and he was going to take her somewhere else – and then she’d learn what being a prisoner meant. But he could not take her with him then, because he only had a horse. He lurked around the woods near the villa until he saw your carriage leave and threw the tablet in over the wall. There were watch-geese in the orchard, he told us afterwards, and he knew that they would soon be fed. He rode back to the inn and drank all the wine we had, then went out later on. I suppose he picked the money up.’

‘He didn’t bring it here?’ I gestured at the inn.

‘Said it was safer where it was – and he’d put Julia somewhere safe as well. He went out again this morning, shortly after dawn, with a writing tablet that my husband had, and I knew he was going to do it all again. He said he’d teach us to let Marcellinus go, and he now knew exactly where to hide the ransom bag. And he took our best horse with him as well.’

‘But he has been back here? Someone leaped out of the window space upstairs.’

‘I hope he broke his neck,’ she muttered bitterly. ‘But of course he won’t. It’s always others who suffer for his deeds. And he wouldn’t even tell us where he’d been.’

‘I think we know that anyway,’ I said. ‘He put Marcellinus’s garments in the ransom bag and left it at my home. I think we even passed him on the way. Latter he wrote the other ransom note and got the slave-trader to bring it in. Obviously he had money with him then – he gave the fellow a
denarius
for doing it.’

‘I doubt that any money would last him very long. He talked about the ransom and all the things that he was going to do with it. I could see how he had got himself so terribly in debt. That was why my mother hatched this plot, you know – she was afraid that Numidius would disinherit him. He had threatened to do it several times before, but last time she went to Glevum she was convinced he would. The servants told her so. This legal hearing was the final straw. If the magistrates decided that it should come to trial, and Lallius was fined, his father was about to change his will. She’d saved him from all that. You would have thought that Lallius would be grateful, wouldn’t you?’

‘Let him tell you that himself.’ The voice came from the door, and there was Gwellia, dripping in the rain, holding a soaking child in either hand. ‘We have someone here that you might like to meet.’ She hurried in and let the soldiers pass. They had another captive, a short, dark, fleshy youth, whose handsome face was petulant and slack and veined with wine.

Gwellia turned to me and Marcus. ‘This is Lallius, of course. I would have recognised him anyway from what the servants said – fat face, slack jaw, small eyes, and twisted mouth – but when I saw that he was sneaking out of here, and that he had a toga, I guessed who it must be. He started limping down the road towards the carriage first – I think he hoped to bribe the driver for a lift – but when he saw the military cart behind it he turned round and hobbled off. I sent the slaves to catch him. He wasn’t moving very fast – he’s hurt his ankle in some way – so it wasn’t very hard, and he’s not the sort of man to fight. You would have been proud of Junio, though – he tackled him round the knees and threw him to the ground, then held him till the guards arrived to take control.’

Lallius bore the marks of a scuffle. His toga looked as though no fuller would ever get it clean, he was smeared from head to foot with blood and grime, and one ankle was hugely swollen, with the sandal dangling from a broken strap. But he had received a Roman education and it showed.

‘I am Lallius Numidius,’ he said. ‘What is the meaning of this outrage, citizens? I have been set on unprovoked and arrested without cause. If I am to be charged, I demand an advocate.’

Marcus looked contemptuous. ‘Demand? You have no right to demand anything. You’re not a citizen. We have witnesses to swear that you’re the midwife’s son.’

Lallius was collected. ‘You can’t prove anything. And I have rights in law. My father picked me up when I was laid before him; there are witnesses to that. I believe that makes me legally his son. And I was born free in Glevum, whoever sired me. That makes me legally a citizen, I think.’

I am not an expert on the niceties of law, but Marcus is a senior magistrate. ‘You’ll lose that status fast enough, if you are tried for this. It will be slavery in the mines for you, at least.’

‘And what will I be charged with? Kidnapping?’

‘The death of Myrna,’ I exclaimed. ‘We found her stabbed to death.’

‘Indeed. It’s most unfortunate. I heard of it myself. A robbery, by the sound of it. I hear the place was ransacked, and the treasures gone.’

Secunda struggled forward in her bonds. ‘Don’t believe him, Excellence. It was him for sure. He killed her because she had been to see you at the roundhouse earlier. Lallius was convinced that she’d betrayed us then. She pleaded that she’d simply smuggled out the child – and she was in as much danger as the rest of us. But he did not believe her. He obviously wanted to find out what she’d said – no doubt that’s why he tortured her before she died.’

I looked at her keenly. ‘And how do you know that? No member of the family has been near the place since we discovered her. Marcus has had the cottage under guard.’

Secunda seemed to crumple, like an empty water sack. ‘My mother told me, citizen. She went back that night – after she’d been to Glevum, as she always did. It nearly broke her heart. The house was empty, and my sister dead. Julia was gone, and all our treasures too. She could not stay there with that dreadful sight. She left it as it was and walked all the way to us, though it was dark by that time and the roads were dangerous. She was in a kind of nightmare. I don’t think she even gave a thought to thieves and wolves and bears. That’s why she . . .’ She trailed off into silence.

I shuddered, trying to imagine how it must have felt, finding your daughter murdered in that way. It had been bad enough for us.

Lallius interrupted with a sneer. ‘You can’t prove any part of that,’ he said. ‘I have a witness who will swear that I was with him all evening.’

‘Wait a minute!’ I said suddenly. Another fragment of the mosaic fell neatly into place. ‘A witness? Would this be Cassius, by any chance? The man who insisted that you should be in jail?’

Lallius shot me a look that would have withered iron. ‘And supposing that it is? It’s not unknown for friends to reconcile.’

Gwellia glanced at me. ‘Especially when a man can pay his debts? Is that why you were interested in money all along? Why, what’s the matter, husband?’

I had leaped up from my makeshift stool again. ‘It all makes perfect sense. Of course it was the money. His father was intending to get married, wasn’t he? That’s what Philades told us – that he wanted to get another heir. And that’s it, don’t you see? He really was intending to disinherit his son. But Lallius goes to prison, and his father’s taken ill. Drinking bad water, everybody says. And who is quite above suspicion, because he isn’t there? Why, Master Lallius, of course – who is in jail because his closest friend conspired to put him there. Didn’t Cilla tell us that he sent his father an amphora of his favourite vintage, in an attempt to make peace between them. Poisoned water? More likely poisoned wine.’

Lallius was defiant still. ‘You can’t prove any part of that.’

‘That latest note – it mentioned Numidius’s funeral.’ Marcus was joining the inquisition now. ‘You were obviously confident that he would soon be dead – and your servants merely told you he was ill.’

Lallius said, ‘But I’ve . . .’ and stopped.

‘You’ve been receiving letters from Cassius, perhaps? The man who is supposed to be your enemy? Who more likely than a fellow pupil to send you a letter in the jail – on an old writing tablet which you used at school. You daubed it red and used it to scratch the ransom note. Fortunately, we still have it at the villa – we’ll ask his servants whether it is his.’

Lallius was losing much of his bluster now. ‘You can’t prove anything,’ he muttered. ‘Not that I murdered Myrna, or Numidius. And even by your own account I am not guilty of the kidnapping.’

I gestured to Secunda. ‘You chopped the top joint of her finger off,’ I said.

He flushed, but then recovered. ‘Who accuses me? I heard her say, in front of witnesses, that she had done it accidentally with a knife.’

‘I accuse you,’ I said with sudden emphasis. ‘Formally, before this magistrate, of that, of Myrna’s murder, and of parricide as well.’

He looked at me rebelliously. Murder of your father is one of the most severely punished of all crimes. ‘But he was not my father – you have said as much yourself.’

‘So you are not entitled to inherit his estate?’

Too late, he realised his mistake. He gave a cry of protest and launched himself on me.

‘And you can add the charge of physical assault upon a citizen,’ I said. ‘In front of a magistrate, as well.’

He turned and spat at Marcus, like a beast at bay. ‘You won’t arrest me, Roman. Not if you want to see your wife alive.’

‘So you have got her captive.’ Marcus clenched his fists. It was obvious to all of us what he would like to do.

Lallius gave his twisted smile. ‘But I won’t tell you where – not unless you set me free, and give me safe conduct from the province too. There are several boats in Glevum, at the river dock. Let me get on one and your wife goes free.’

I could see that Marcus was wavering again. ‘You cannot trust him, Excellence,’ I said.

Marcus had come to that conclusion for himself. ‘I think I’ll have you taken to the public jail. There are people there with ways to jog your memory. I think you’ll tell me where she is, and fairly quickly too.’

He was right. Lallius had suddenly paled and there was perspiration on his upper lip.

‘Perhaps we should pay a visit to this Cassius,’ I said. ‘That seems the likely place to look for her.’ I saw at once from Lallius’s face that I had guessed aright and I pressed my advantage ruthlessly. ‘We know that Cassius placed an accusation with the court, and was recently the subject of a will. No doubt the authorities can tell us where he lives – unless Lallius prefers to do it and save himself the pain?’