Dark Omens (18 page)

‘I’m only here to make enquiries,’ I said, still trying to peer around his massive bulk, though without success. Whatever was going on in the shrine, one couldn’t see from here. ‘The old priest of Diana – I hear his body was discovered in a pond?’

‘I can’t confirm that nor deny it. My orders are quite clear. I must not encourage rumours!’ This was clearly intended as serious rebuke, but in that childish treble voice it was rather laughable. ‘A full public statement will be issued in due course.’

‘I ask because a neighbour of mine was expecting the priest to call on him today,’ I said, adopting a duly apologetic tone. ‘To officiate at a different cleansing ritual. I understand that some donation to the temple had been made, on the understanding that the priest would come. But, of course, if something dreadful befell him on the way …’ I let the words trail off.

The mountain inclined a little towards me at the waist. ‘I think there’s some mistake. He did have a visit from a supplicant yesterday, I know, offering donations to the shrine and hoping he would undertake some private offerings – he was boasting about it in the courtyard afterwards. But he had no duties outside the shrine today – none, at least, of which we servants were informed. He was expected, as usual, at the morning rituals …’

‘Expected?’ I echoed. ‘So he did not appear? So he is missing! I imagine the alarm was raised at once? You say he did not attend the morning rituals? So people have been searching ever since first light?’

A faint pink tone suffused the olive face. ‘Not entirely, citizen.’ He looked furtively to either side then leaned a little closer and said, confidentially, ‘He was elderly, you see, and did sometimes miss the early sacrifice. But then it was time to break our fast and eat the offerings – you know that when the gods have had their share, the rest often is taken to the kitchens to be cooked and then distributed among the priests and temple staff – and that was something that he did like to attend. But when they sent to fetch him, he could not be found. His cell was empty and his bed appeared unused – though he was there long after vespers, I can vouch for that myself. I saw him standing at the window of his cell.’

‘What was he doing at that time of night?’ I matched his tone. ‘Watching for someone? Did he seem in distress? Or didn’t he tell you?’

The mountain shook his massive head reproachfully, making the earrings jangle even more. ‘Of course not, citizen. There was no distress at all. I could see what he was doing. He was praying to the moon. Perfectly normal – he was a priest of Luna, after all.’

I nodded. ‘And of Diana and Fortuna, I believe. Of course Diana has always been connected with the moon.’

‘Exactly!’ the slave replied. ‘So I was not surprised. The night was bright and cloudless and he’d thrown back the shutters – though it was very cold – and was doing his nightly devotions in the dark. He was old, of course, and not as scrupulous at rituals as perhaps he used to be, but he was still a servant of his deities. So of course I did not speak to him – I would not have dared disturb him at his prayers.’

‘But you’re quite certain that you saw him then?’

‘There is no doubt of that. I’ve seen him lots of times, before. Last night I was crossing to the shrine of Jupiter to set the altar fire for the morning ritual and I could see him clearly, in the window space, worshipping the goddess with his arms outspread – just as he always did. It has occurred to me before that it might be dangerous – standing for a long time in the cold like that, at his age, in this weather, without a cloak and hood – but it’s not my place to say anything, of course, and obviously I couldn’t interrupt him at such moments anyway. But then, when they found him later, dead and frozen in the ice – you can see that it seemed like a kind of irony.’

‘So they did find his body head-down in a pool? And was he half-missing, as the rumours say?’

He straightened up abruptly and reverted to his former tone, brisk and official. ‘You may deduce that if you care to, citizen. You did not hear it from me.’ His high voice was even squeakier than before. ‘I know my duty. I am saying nothing more. The temple will make a formal announcement on the steps, when there is agreement on exactly what occurred and what is the best way in which we might proceed. They have called in the augurers to consult the birds. Now, citizen, I think this conversation has lasted long enough.’ He took a single step towards me as he spoke.

I don’t know what I thought that he might do – pick me up and carry me bodily down the steps, perhaps, or call for reinforcements to summon the town watch and have me dragged off to the city jail – but I judged that it was prudent to retreat.

‘I am sorry to have troubled you at an unfortunate time,’ I said, with a pretence at due humility. ‘I’ll try to come tomorrow and hear this statement read.’ With that I backed respectfully away, till I had reached the steps, then turned and hurried down them into the street again.

The huge slave watched me for a moment. Then, seeming satisfied, he disappeared among the temple pillars – where no doubt there was a stool and he could sit, on guard in case some other would-be temple-goer arrived.

I was not altogether disappointed with my visit though. I had gleaned more information than he’d meant to give. For one thing, I could have faith in Cantalarius’s account of his visit yesterday – it had occurred to me to question it. But the temple slave had borne him out in all respects: he had been to see the ancient sacerdos, who’d been alive and well and (more importantly) in good health afterwards – since he was not only talking with others in the courtyard later on but involved in normal rituals till the middle of the night.

Yet by this morning he had disappeared – and not officially going out to the farm, as might have been supposed or (as my slave friend had pointed out) someone in the temple would have heard of it. Besides, if he’d set off to perform a sacrifice, ritual cleansing would be called for before he left the shrine and an attendant, with equipment, would have been arranged for him. So what had happened to the old man in those intervening hours?

I was now certain that the story about the pond was true – my conversation with the slave had convinced me of that – and the priest was missing, so the body might be his. But how had he left the temple unobserved? That seemed impossible. There were slaves on watch all night, guarding the sacred fires, and he could not have reached the entrance without their seeing him. And there was no other way into the site, which – apart from the main entrance which I had just approached – was surrounded on all sides by a high stone wall, deliberately tall to hide the mysteries within. Perhaps a younger man might just be strong enough to scale it and escape, or scuttle up a sacred tree and wriggle out along a branch, but for an aged priest it was inconceivable – especially in the dark when it was freezing hard and everything was slippery with ice. (In fact, the feat was known to be extremely difficult, even for an athlete in the light of day: the last man to try it, for a dare, had broken both his legs, and been thrown into the city prison for his pains!)

So, given that no supernatural power had been at work, how had the priest got out of there at all? Had he, for some reason, adopted a disguise? Or had he been smuggled out against his will? I shook my head. Neither explanation seemed remotely probable, given that the temple was a busy place, with slaves and attendants in every corridor.

I don’t know how much longer I’d have gone on standing there, chasing the same thoughts without effect, but I was interrupted by a hearty voice and a hand upon my shoulder.

‘Libertus, my good fellow! I am glad to find you here. It appears that we are looking for each other! We have just this instant come here from your shop. Your slave informed me you were on your way to me – but he also mentioned that you had business to attend to in the forum first, so I came back this way in the hope of seeing you! And here, indeed, you are.’

I turned to find a beaming Lucius, looking especially tawny in a russet cloak and accompanied by the same slave that I’d seen before. I greeted them with pleasure – it was getting late by now, and I had been worried that I would not find the trader at his desk. I told him so.

‘You would not have found me, I’m afraid. I have not been back in Glevum very long, and I merely called into the warehouse then, to check on everything and see if there was any news. I spent the night with Marcus at his country house,’ he went on, with a hint of pride at the implied distinction this bestowed.

I gave the bow that he expected. ‘I heard that you were taking Silvia out there?’

He nodded. ‘We set off late yesterday when her effects arrived, but the main road was so difficult that it took simply hours, and Marcus insisted that I should dine with them and offered me a bed – and somehow that lengthened into my remaining half today.’ He stroked his beard in a thoughtful way. ‘His Excellence was kind enough to ask me about this loan I hoped to get – I suppose he is concerned on Silvia’s behalf – and no doubt I talked too much about the business and the hopes I have for it. He is a courteous listener – though it seemed to interest him.’

‘Perhaps it genuinely did,’ I muttered bitterly. How like Marcus to set a task for me and then – without warning – embark on it himself! ‘So you didn’t leave his villa until this afternoon.’

‘Exactly. And even then the military road was difficult – there are carts and wagons queuing up for miles. I suppose they haven’t been able to get here recently – and it has taken me till almost now to reach the town. I merely called into the warehouse, as I said, and then went straight to you.’

I made that bow again. ‘I am honoured, naturally – but, forgive me, Lucius – what made you do that?’

‘Your patron mentioned that you wanted to have a word with me when I got back,’ he said, as though this were self-evident.

I was so thunderstruck that for a moment I could not answer him. Surely even Marcus would not be so thoughtless as to require me to ask questions without seeming to, and then tell my subject that I want to talk to him! However, Lucius was looking at me, visibly nonplussed, and I managed to say, through gritted teeth, ‘Did he mention what I hoped to talk to you about?’

Lucius brightened. ‘Well, of course he did. He told me that he’s enlisted you to help us in the hunt for Genialis – since it is important to Silvia to know if he is dead. Some of my servants have been in the search party today, so as soon as I had news, I came straight to find you at the shop.’

I had misjudged my patron. I breathed slowly out. ‘News? So have they found him?’

‘Not so far, citizen,’ Lucius replied. ‘They have scoured the area near the main road all day with no success, and eventually Bernadus called off the hunt tonight, so people could get home before it froze again. But they mean to search tomorrow, a little further off. If you really mean to join them I will send my cart and take you to the area if you like.’

‘So that was why you came to find me? That was kind of you.’

He smiled. ‘It suited me to come, in any case. Silvia thinks that I should ask for your advice.’ He placed a companionable hand on my arm. ‘Besides, I hear you were proposing to eat bread and cheese tonight, so I wondered, citizen, if you would care to dine with me? I believe there is roast Gallic fowl and pork to offer you – it came from a consignment which was shipped in just today. And spiced mead, which I understand that you are partial to. Come, citizen, what do you say to that?’

I
t was very tempting – especially the mead – and the occasion would obviously give me an opportunity to learn more about the people on that list of Marcus’s, but I shook my head.

‘My slave,’ I muttered apologetically. ‘He’ll be expecting me. He’ll be anxious, in this weather, if I do not appear.’

‘You are very solicitous of your servants, citizen!’ Lucius gave a wry glance at his own, the stolid, sullen-looking boy with pimpled skin. ‘But have no fear of that. I have already warned him that I was going to ask. I think he was only sorry that you were not there, so he could come with you and share in whatever is left over with my slaves. And there should be ample – even with an extra guest.’

‘Extra?’

He smiled. ‘My kitchen is preparing additional food tonight, in any case. Alfredus Allius is due to dine with me. The man that I am hoping will lend me capital. Your slave said that you know him?’

Alfredus Allius! There was that name again. There was no declining the invitation now! ‘I have met him once,’ I answered, carefully. ‘He was a witness to that contract that I had with Genialis. Though, from what I heard in the forum earlier, there may be a small problem with that loan. Genialis owed him money, it appears – and he cannot even meet his debts until it’s paid.’

I had expected Lucius to be cast down by this, but in fact he seemed relieved by the intelligence. ‘That’s excellent!’ he cried. ‘I was going to have to ask him to delay, until we know what is happening to Silvia’s estate, though I knew he was in a hurry to invest somewhere. But now, it seems, he’ll say the same to me. And since you two are acquainted there can be no awkwardness!’ He stroked his auburn beard. ‘And there’ll still be time for you and I to talk, or rather for me to ask for your advice. Before he comes, perhaps. Allius does not generally arrive till after dark.’

‘Then I should be delighted,’ I replied. ‘Though I’m hardly dressed to dine in such exalted company.’ I was wearing only a warm tunic and a cloak – one doesn’t choose to wear an awkward toga on a mule. ‘And I have no attendant with me, as you see. Perhaps you could spare a slave to light me home?’

‘Of course.’ Lucius gave that bluff laugh of his again. ‘And as to what you’re wearing, give no thought to that. I don’t have a toga to boast of anyway. Mine is a humble household, my friend. I’m a simple man – and the presence of two citizens at my table is an uncommon privilege, whatever they are wearing at the time.’ It was an exaggeration – he clearly had dealings with the rich and great – but it was courteous. He gestured round the forum. ‘So, if you have finished here, we can escort you to my quarters straightaway. Or do you still have business to attend to at the temple, perhaps?’