Murder on the Appian Way (34 page)

Mopsus got to his feet and dusted himself off. He made a sour face at Davus, who showed the good sense to suppress his laughter. "What were you saying?"

"The others you mentioned - down at the mill..."

"Asleep, probably. Like they usually are at this time of the morning after they've been drinking the night before, which they have been ever since they broke into the little house where the master stored his wine."

"Mopsus!" His little brother frowned at him and shook his head.

"What do I care? It's only the truth. It's their job to guard the house, our job to take care of the stable. They should get into trouble!"

"Then there's no one in the house at all?" I said.

"No. It's all locked up. After what happened, the mistress called all the servants back to Rome, except for the men to guard the building."

"And us, to look after the animals," added his brother. "Tell her we're doing our job."

"I shall do that," I promised.

"But don't tell on the others," said Androcles, suddenly very earnest. "Not if it means they'll be punished." He suddenly began to cry.

"Oh, shut up," said Mopsus. "He's remembering what Milo's men did to Halicor and the foreman. That's not how the mistress would punish drunken guards, stupid. She'd have them whipped a bit. She wouldn't cut their limbs off"

"How do you know?" The child sniffed.

"Because I'm not stupid like you."

"Androcles doesn't seem stupid to me," said Eco, putting his hands on his hips. "He's not the one who threw a spear at three perfectly peaceable strangers." How like him to take the underdog's side, I thought; was this how he kept peace between the twins at home? But it occurred to me that the boys' squabbling was also a way of skirting the ugly subject of Halicor and his fate, even as they kept bringing it up. What exactly had they witnessed?

"You were here on the day of the battle, then? You remember it well?"

"Of course we were here, tending the stable as always," said

Mopsus. "It turned into a busy day, what with the master and his men getting packed and ready to go."

"What time of day was that, when your master set out for Rome?"

"In the afternoon."

"What hour?"

The boy shrugged.

"Closer to the ninth hour, or later, around the eleventh hour?" Androcles tugged at my hand. "The ninth hour." "You're sure of that?"

"There's a sundial behind the stable. After the master set out, I went to look at it because I was hungry and I wondered how long until dinner."

"And when your master set out, did it seem that he had planned to leave at that time?"

"Not at all," said Mopsus, before his brother could answer ahead of him. "He was going to stay another day or two. He left because the messenger came."

"And what was the messenger's news?"

"About the old architect, Cyrus. He was dead, and the mistress wanted the master back in Rome."

"You seem to know a lot about your master's business for a stableboy," said Eco, who seemed determined to needle him.

"I've got eyes and ears. Besides, who do you think is the first person a messenger on horseback sees when he arrives at the villa? Me, because I'm the one who takes his horse."

Eco looked sceptical. "And this messenger felt compelled to share his news with you, even before he'd delivered it to Clodius?"

"He said, 'Better get the horses ready for your master and his friends,' and I said, 'Why?' And he said, 'Because the mistress wants him back in Rome,' and I said -"

"Yes, I think we understand," said Eco.

"So your master received the message," I said, "decided to head back to Rome and rounded up his retinue. But wasn't his son with him, the boy, Publius Clodius? I suppose he must be about your age, Androcles."

"Of course Publius was here," said Androcles. "With his tutor, Halicor. Halicor kept him busy most of the time, but sometimes Publius would slip away and come to find Mopsus and me. We told him we had work to do, but he said as long as he was with us, it was all right to go off with him. So we'd go to play in the woods, or over at the ruins of the witches' house." "Witches?"

"I think he means the Vestals, Eco. That day, after the messenger came, did Publius set out with his Either?"

"No, he stayed behind with Halicor. Mopsus and I were glad, because that meant he'd be wanting to play with us and we wouldn't have to work so much, and the foreman and Halicor might get angry, but so what, because Publius was always getting into trouble and then getting out of it again."

"Taking after his father," said Eco under his breath.

"And as soon as the master and his men rode off, Publius came and found us in the stable -"

"We had a lot of work to do," said Mopsus, "cleaning up after they were gone. Quite a few of the men had slept in the stable, and men make more of a mess than beasts."

"But Publius came and wanted to play. Mopsus told him we had work to do, but Publius said he was hiding from Halicor and we had to help him hide. So Mopsus and I went to a corner and had a talk, and we decided to show him the secret passage. Can you imagine, even Publius didn't know about it, the master's own son!"

"A secret passage?" said Eco. "I think these boys are telling us stories, Papa."

"No, it's true!" insisted Androcles.

"Yes, it's true," said Mopsus, crossing his arms and sounding very adult. "We're probably the only two people alive who know about it, except Publius, now that both the master and Cyrus are gone, because they were the only ones who were supposed to know, except of course for the slaves who did the actual building, but who knows where they are now? Not even Halicor or the foreman knew about it. I'll bet that even the mistress doesn't know."

His brother scoffed, but I thought young Mopsus might be right. Fulvia had said nothing of a secret passage to me, nor had she mentioned these two boys; she had only said that her son somehow managed to elude Milo's men when they came to the villa and terrorized the slaves. Possibly her son had been unformcorning with details, and she had not wanted to press him; or perhaps young Publius was as good at keeping secrets as his father.

"So you took Publius off to the secret passage, to hide from Halicor. I wish that you could show me. Of course, if the house is locked —"

"Oh, but that's the wonderful thing about the secret passage," said Androcles. "You don't have to go into the house to use it. You can enter the passage from, outside the house. Come, I'll show you." He took my hand. His older brother looked dubious, and shot a wary glance at Eco, but followed along, persuaded by a newfound trust, or else by his fear of being chased down and tackled again by a laughing Davus.

Androcles led us around the comer of the house and down the steep hill into the woods at the base of the house. From a distance, this side of the house appeared almost featureless except for the long portico along the top. Closer at hand, I could see numerous openings set in rows, not so much windows as apertures for ventilation and light, set too high in the wall to be reached and too small for even a child to climb through. The foundation was largely hidden by trees and dense thickets. It was amid this growth that Androcles showed us a path, and at the path's end, in what appeared at first sight to be a featureless wall, was a hidden entrance. A section between two upright posts appeared to be immovable but in fact was a sliding panel that could be opened just enough to allow a man to slip inside. I have seen several examples of hidden doors in my life, especially in my early travels, but seldom had I seen one as well concealed. Most so-called secret entrances are not really hidden, but are daunting because the means of opening them is secret. This door was simple to open, but would have been almost impossible to detect unless one knew of its existence.

The opening led to an ascending stairway, and then through a
very narrow, dark hall that seemed to run through the very heart of
the lower floors of the villa, those subterranean sections which had
been constructed in the excavated hillside. The way was lit only by
tiny openings which served as spyholes into the various rooms we
passed. The rooms themselves were mostly undecorated and empty
except for a few crates and odd pieces of furniture. Some were pitch
black. Some had not yet been properly finished by the carpenters. Like Clodius's house in the city, the villa had been in a state of expansion
at the time of its master's death, full of the promise of his grandiose
schemes for the future. -

"All these gloomy underground chambers—what did Clodius need them for?" said Eco.

"This was obviously to be more than a simple country villa," I said. "More of a stronghold, I imagine - a place to store treasure, stockpile weapons, house a private army of gladiators ..."

"Or keep prisoners?"

"I hadn't thought of that. Yes, it's not hard to imagine these rooms as cells or torture chambers."

"Perhaps his city house has secret passageways in the walls as well."

"It wouldn't surprise me. More work for Cyrus the architect!"

We ascended more stairs, which were lit by tiny openings with direct sunshine, indicating that the stairwells were located at one end of the building. We walked down more narrow corridors, looked into more cavernous, gloomy, unfinished chambers. At last there was a change in the pattern and we found ourselves in a labyrinthine passage that snaked this way and that. We were somewhere in the upper, older part of the villa now, where the addition of a hidden passage between the existing walls had required the architect Cyrus to exercise considerable ingenuity. The rooms now revealed by the spyholes were adorned with opulent decorations and furnishings, full of all the things that make a home - except people to live there. The rooms were silent and still. Even on a sunshiny day such as this, with the first hint of an early spring in the air, all the shutters were closed, casting the whole house in a deep-shadowed gloom.

At last Mopsus gestured for us to stop. "Here - this is where we were when it happened."

"Who was here?"

"Androcles and I. And Publius, of course, hiding from Halicor. Publius thought it would be great fun to spy on the grown-ups. He could hardly stop giggling whenever he looked through the hole."

The nearest spyhole was at eye level for a boy, closer to waist high on a man, so that I had to stoop to look through it. The floor of the secret passage was substantially higher than that of the adjacent rooms, so that I actually found myself looking down into the room beyond. It appeared to be an office for transacting business and keeping records. Pigeonhole scroll cases lined one wall, but were mostly empty, their contents scattered on the floor along with various writing materials -wax tablets, styluses, jars of ink and sheets of papyrus spattered and smeared with something that looked more like blood than ink. The room reminded me of my own ransacked study.

"So the three of you were here," I said. "What did you see?"

"Halicor and the foreman, talking about Publius," said Mopsus.

"And not too nicely, either!" added Androcles.

"What did they say?"

"Alot of things," said Mopsus. "They talked about how impossible it was going to be to control Publius, especially with his father gone.

They argued. The foreman said it was Halicor's fault for letting Publius out of his sight. Halicor said that he was a tutor, not a bodyguard, and it wasn't his job to keep Publius safe, and that was what the master really cared about. That sort of thing. Lots of yelling. Grown-up talk." "And then?"

In the deep shadows of the corridor I saw Androcles's eyes glitter with tears as he stepped behind his older brother, holding on to him like a shield. Mopsus straightened his back and put on a hard face. "Then there was yelling from somewhere else in the house. I don't think Halicor and the foreman heard it at first, because they were yelling at each other. Then the door flew open, so hard it banged against a shelf and knocked some things off. Men ran in: They carried swords—"

"And there was already blood on the swords!" said Androcles, peering around his brother's shoulder.

Mopsus wrinkled his brow. "And then Milo came in -" "How did you know it was Milo?"

"Because that's what Halicor called him. 'Milo!' He shouted the name as if Hades himself had come up through the floor. I whispered to Publius, 'Who is Milo?' and he whispered back, 'The worst man in the world, except for Cicero!' "

"Clodius was already teaching the boy to know his enemies," observed Eco.

I nodded. "And then what happened?"

"Milo and his men swarmed into the room like bees. They pushed Halicor and the foreman against the wall and poked their swords at them. Milo was angry. 'Where is he?' he shouted. 'Where is Publius Clodius?' And the foreman said, 'He's not here, we don't know where he is,' but that just made Milo angrier. *You!' he said to Halicor. 'Who are you?' And Halicor said, 'I'm just a tutor, the boy's tutor, but the boy has run off
,
he's hiding from me.' And Milo shouted at him to shut up and knocked him down and kept yelling, 'Where is Publius Clodius?' And then they were stabbing the foreman, and cutting off pieces of Halicor's fingers—"

"It was awful," said Androcles. "I thought I was going to throw up, but my belly was empty. I was glad when they dragged Halicor and the foreman into the hall. At least we couldn't see what they were doing."

"But we could hear the screaming," said Mopsus. "We all covered our ears. Poor Publius. He could have spoken up, yoiisee, shouted out, 'Here I am!' Maybe he could have saved Halicor."

I shook my head. "If the men came for Publius and found him, they'd have had no reason to leave Halicor alive."

"What would they have done to Publius?" said Androcles.

"Taken for him for a hostage, probably," said Eco grimly. "Or else finished him as they finished his father."

"Two of the men were so big," said Mopsus, shivering as he remembered. "Even bigger than the elephant here. They were the ones who did most of the cutting."

Eco looked at me. "Eudamus ..."

"... and Birria. Never one without the other."