Vespasian: Tribune of Rome (17 page)

‘I have a private interest in this matter,’ Antonia interjected. ‘Rhoemetalces’ mother, Queen Tryphaena, is a cousin of mine and also a friend. My late father Marcus Antonius was her great-grandfather. I knew Rhoemetalces as a child; he lived here in my house for three years and I grew very fond of him. I would deem it a personal favour if you could uncover evidence that Sejanus has put my kinsfolk in danger.’

Vespasian swallowed hard. How would he, with no military experience, be able to uncover an agent of Sejanus, who, he felt sure, would be as wily and subtle as his master?

Antonia, reading his thoughts, smiled at him. ‘It has to be someone like you, Vespasian. Because you are young and inexperienced the spy will see you as just another fresh-faced young tribune trying to find his feet in the legions. He won’t consider you as a threat at all, in fact he may even try to manipulate you. So trust no one and keep your eyes open.’

‘Yes, domina,’ Vespasian said, not feeling at all reassured.

‘I hope to have the appointments confirmed within the month.’ Asinius took another swig of wine. ‘As you know I step down as Consul in two days’ time, then I have a few months before I leave for whichever province I am allotted, so we have to work fast, gentlemen: we have a snake to catch.’

‘T
ITUS, YOU MUST
order your sons to tell us what they actually discussed at the dinner,’ Vespasia demanded at breakfast the following morning. She did not believe her sons or brother for one moment that it had just been a friendly dinner, and the Consul just happened to be there as the only other guest, and he just happened to give the brothers what they wanted, without demanding anything in return other than that they become his clients. ‘Preferment is never given without the promise of something in return and I want to know what they’ve got themselves into.’

‘Calm yourself, my dear. If they are keeping something from us, which I believe they are,’ Titus replied, looking shrewdly at his two sons, ‘one must assume it is for our own safety. Antonia and Asinius work in a world far removed from ours and it is probably best not to know the politics of the deal they made, it would be too dangerous.’

‘But that is just the point: if it is dangerous I want us to know about it! What if the boys are getting into something way out of their depths?’

‘Whatever it is that they’ve agreed to, it’s too late to go back on. You can’t change your mind with someone like Antonia and expect to prosper in Rome afterwards. The deal is done. We should just be thankful that Sabinus and Vespasian have both got what we came here to arrange for them, and so quickly too. Now we should concentrate on introducing them to as many influential people as
we can before Vespasian goes north. And I, my dear, shall get Vespasian kitted out with a uniform.’

With that the subject was closed, leaving Vespasian and Sabinus grateful that their father had taken their side; they would have been placed in an impossible situation had the paterfamilias ordered them to reveal the facts behind the deal. Vespasia was left to pester Gaius for information, but to no avail. Gaius himself was busy attending the Senate each day it sat, fulfilling his obligation to Asinius by talking at great length on a variety of subjects in which he had previously shown little or no interest or indeed knowledge; then giving way to other senators who showed a similar new-found zeal. In the late afternoons he organised a series of dinners, inviting this year’s praetors, aediles and quaestors as well as other senators and
equites
– equestrians – whom he deemed either potentially useful to his nephews’ careers or dangerous and therefore safer to cultivate than to ignore.

A couple of days after the ides of January one such dinner had just finished and the guests had taken their leave when there was a knock on the door. Gaius, thinking that it was one of his guests returning to collect a forgotten item, opened the door himself, to reveal Pallas.

‘Good evening, master, I’m sorry to intrude on you so late,’ the Greek steward said in his faultless Latin.

‘Good evening to you, my friend. Come in. I assume that you are here on your mistress’ business?’

‘I am, master.’ Pallas quickly looked around outside and then stepped into the atrium. ‘I have taken great care not to be followed. It is a matter of the utmost urgency and highly confidential.’

‘In that case we shall speak privately in my study. Follow me.’

He led the steward through the atrium to his study at the far left-hand corner. Pallas nodded his respects through the open
door of the triclinium to Sabinus and Vespasian, who were still reclining at table with their parents, and then disappeared into Gaius’ private domain.

‘Who is that?’ Vespasia asked of the two brothers. ‘He obviously knows you.’

Being unable to deny it Sabinus replied: ‘He’s the steward of Lady Antonia; but what he’s doing here I don’t know,’ he added, anticipating her next question.

Vespasia looked at her husband. ‘I’ve never known anything good come of a late-night secret meeting,’ she said darkly. ‘I suppose it has something to do with whatever was being discussed at that dinner.’

As if to prove her point Gaius appeared at the triclinium door. ‘Vespasia, my dear, and Titus, would you excuse your sons a moment? There is something that I need to speak to them about.’

‘I told you,’ Vespasia said.

‘Of course, Gaius, with pleasure. Go on, boys,’ Titus replied graciously.

‘With pleasure indeed!’ Vespasian heard his mother snort as he left the room.

Gaius’ study was surprisingly spacious. The far wall was shelved, from floor to ceiling. Hundreds of leather cylinders containing Gaius’ books were stacked neatly between the upright partitions. In the middle of the room stood a heavy wooden desk behind which Gaius sat. In the dim light of two oil lamps and a brazier Vespasian could make out the small statuettes and artwork that he’d expected of his uncle, knowing his tastes only too well by now.

‘You need to go at once with Pallas to Antonia’s house,’ Gaius said without asking them to sit. ‘You must do whatever she asks of you, and believe me when I tell you that it is of vital importance.’

‘What is, Uncle?’ Sabinus asked.

‘It would be best if Antonia explains it herself. I shall send for Magnus and his colleagues to escort you, it’s too dangerous to travel without guards at this time of the night. How you got here unharmed, Pallas, I don’t know.’

‘I am but a mere slave, master, what would anyone want with me?’

‘Mere, indeed!’ Gaius smiled and then looked at his nephews. ‘Now go and get your cloaks and travel with the hoods up.’

Magnus arrived quicker than expected; it was almost as if he’d been expecting a summons from his patron.

‘I brought six of me lads, sir,’ he told Gaius as he stepped through the door, ‘on the basis that if you’re going somewhere at this time of night on urgent business it ain’t for a convivial bit of socialising, if you take my meaning?’

‘Yes, yes, very wise, though I hope it won’t come to that.’

‘Come to what, Gaius?’ Vespasia was hovering near the door desperate to find out what was going on. ‘And what’s that man doing here again?’

‘Good evening, madam,’ Magnus said, bowing his head.

‘It’s all right, Vespasia; he’s here to escort Pallas, Sabinus and Vespasian to Antonia’s house,’ Gaius said, anxious to avoid a repetition of their last encounter.

‘At this time of night?’

‘Yes, that’s precisely why he’s here, because it is this time of night.’

‘But what’s so important that it can’t wait until morning when they won’t have to go creeping around the place with a bunch of no-good ruffians?’

Magnus’ face remained inscrutable; he was getting used to being insulted by ‘that woman’, as he now thought of her.

‘Vespasia, let it rest,’ Titus ordered. ‘Whatever Antonia wants
from our sons is her business – we should be honoured that they can be of service to such a great lady.’

Vespasian and Sabinus appeared back in the atrium in their thick woollen cloaks, each sporting a long dagger on their belts.

‘Why do you need to be armed?’ Vespasia asked suspiciously.

‘Better safe than sorry, Mother.’ Sabinus grinned. ‘Good evening, Magnus, shall we go?’

‘Evening, young sirs, we shall if you’re ready. Where are we going?’

‘To the Lady Antonia’s house on the Palatine.’

‘Ah! Well, if you must.’ Magnus looked unsure.

‘Yes, we must.’

‘Take care, dear boys, I have a feeling that you have a long night ahead of you. May the gods go with you.’ Gaius put a hand on each of their shoulders and gave them an affectionate squeeze.

‘I don’t know what you are going to be asked to do but I think that “Be careful” would be suitable advice,’ Titus said, putting an arm around his wife.

‘We shall, Father,’ Vespasian replied. ‘Mother, don’t worry, Sabinus will be fine, I’ll look after him.’

Sabinus gave his younger brother a sour look. ‘Very funny, you little shit.’

‘Sabinus!’

‘Sorry, Mother. We’ll see you in the morning. Goodbye.’

The two brothers stepped out of the door followed by Pallas and Magnus to the sound of Vespasia berating Gaius again for getting her sons involved in affairs that they, or more to the point she, didn’t understand and could not control.

Outside Magnus’ men were waiting with a couple of flaming torches. A light rain started to fall as they headed off down the hill. Their footsteps echoed around the deserted street and the
torchlight reflected a deep orange off the glistening wet paving stones.

‘I’ve taken the precaution of leaving a man hidden behind us to see if we’re being followed,’ Magnus told Sabinus and Vespasian. ‘I told him to count to five hundred, then make his way down through the side alleys and meet us on the main road.’

‘Might take some time,’ Vespasian mused.

Magnus looked at him quizzically and then laughed. ‘Oh, I see. Yes, you’re right, he ain’t the brightest of the brothers but I reckon he’ll make it to five hundred in a reasonable time; had it been Sextus here I would have only told him two hundred.’ He gave his mate a playful nudge and got a good-humoured laugh in response.

They reached the main road and had to wait for only a brief time before their rearguard, a huge, bald man with a stump where his left hand had been, caught up with them.

‘No one behind us, Magnus,’ he puffed, out of breath from his quick run through the back streets.

‘Well done, Marius. How did the counting go?’

‘What?’ Marius looked puzzled. ‘It was all right.’

The rest of his brothers burst out laughing; realising that he must be the butt of some joke made behind his back, Marius grinned sheepishly, mumbled: ‘Yeah, yeah, very amusing,’ and fell in with the group as they headed off in the direction of the Palatine.

The rain was falling steadily by the time that they reached Antonia’s house. Once the new doorkeeper had admitted them Pallas gave orders for Magnus and his companions to be shown to the kitchens for some refreshment and then ushered the two brothers through to Antonia’s private room, where they had dined back in December.

Antonia was seated behind her desk and was alone. Any hopes that Vespasian had had of seeing Caenis were thwarted.

‘Sabinus, Vespasian, thank you for coming at such a late hour.’

‘Good evening, domina, how can we be of service?’ Sabinus asked.

‘Please sit down.’ She indicated the two chairs placed in front of her. Vespasian felt a slight breeze. He looked round at the window and saw that bottom left-hand corner had been broken and was now boarded up. ‘Pallas, some wine for my guests.’

Pallas bowed and left the room. Antonia studied the brothers for a moment as if assessing whether or not they had the mettle she needed. Apparently satisfied, she began to speak. ‘Last night someone broke in through that window and tried to get into my strong box. Fortunately they were disturbed, but unfortunately they managed to escape, running through one of my slaves with a sword in the process. Now, the only people officially allowed to carry swords in the city are the Urban Cohort and the Praetorian Guard; the average petty thief normally contents himself with a dagger or a cudgel. But even if it was just a well-armed petty thief how did he know where exactly to find my strong box? I can’t help suspecting it was a Praetorian, acting on Sejanus’ instructions, who’d been given the location by my daughter Livilla. She knows the layout of the house.’

Antonia paused as Pallas re-entered and poured the wine for her guests, then retired to his place by the door. ‘If the break-in was orchestrated by Sejanus it would mean that he suspects that I have documents in here that are dangerous to him, and he would be right. The two documents that I entrusted copies of to your uncle for safekeeping would make very interesting, if unpleasant, reading for Sejanus. One outlines the suspicions that Asinius and I shared with you the other night of his long-term plans to gain power and the steps that we are taking to counter it. The other details the evidence that I have so far of his role in the deaths of my son Germanicus and the Emperor’s son Drusus.’

Vespasian took a sip of his wine and wondered where he would fit into all this.

‘I needed to confirm one way or another whether Sejanus suspects me of conspiring against him, which led me to do something which was, with the benefit of hindsight, very stupid. I decided to invite Livilla here for dinner tomorrow, ostensibly to make peace with her, but in reality I wanted to see her reaction to the broken window, maybe that would have confirmed my suspicions. So this evening I sent my maid Caenis with an invitation to Livilla; neither she nor the slave that accompanied her have returned.’

Vespasian took a sharp intake of breath, causing Antonia to smile.

‘You are right to be concerned, but it is more than Caenis’ safety that should worry us, it is what she knows.’

‘What information could a slave have that can be of use to Livilla and Sejanus?’ Sabinus asked.

‘A slave she may be, but she is also very dear to me. Her mother was my slave but died when Caenis was only three. I brought Caenis up in my household; she is almost like the daughter I wished I’d had. As such I keep her in my confidence; not only is she my body-slave she is also, as Livilla knows full well, my secretary. She knows the contents of those two documents because she made the copies.’