"I just do what I'm ordered." Perella did look sick. For a skilled operator to be despatched on stupid missions by an inefficient clown like Anacrites must hurt.
Helena was rescuing our nursemaid. As Hyspale sobbed hysterically, I flung my arms around Helena. She was too busy to need it, but I had not recovered from seeing her in Blandus' clutches.
A glimmer of silk slid by. I looked up and saw Perella had sashayed through the bar. She came face to face with Maia. She said something. Maia obviously scoffed at it.
A violent flurry indicated new trouble. Verovolcus and his search party had worked their way to the Nemesis. Perella looked quickly at me. Instinctively I jerked my head. She needed no second warning. She was off through the crowd, who let her pass with gruff courtesy; then they closed in excitedly, hoping she would dance another set. Verovolcus had missed his chance. By the time he realised, Perella was hidden from view.
I would be livid tomorrow that I let her escape. Tough.
LIX
maia forged her way to us. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Where are my children?" asked Helena.
"Safe, of course. Fast asleep here, in beds in the Procurator's house." Maia was storming up to Hyspale. "Did he succeed?" she demanded of Helena.
"Not quite."
"Stop bawling, then," Maia rebuked Hyspale. She tweaked the red dress Hyspale was wearing. "It was your own fault. You have been stupid. Worse, you've been stupid wearing my best dress which, believe me, you're going to regret. You can take that off. You will take it off this minute and walk home in your under-tunic."
Women can be so vindictive.
I kept out of it. If terror of Blandus failed to educate Hyspale, maybe embarrassment would.
In the main room, the men realised that Perella had left them. Uproar ensued. Verovolcus and some of the King's retainers had found a man I recognised as Lupus. They were punishing him for his feud with the disgraced Mandumerus. His own men, to whom he had sold jobs so dearly, watched in cynical silence. No one offered help. Once he was pummelled into pulp, Verovolcus and the others disappeared through the back exit, clearly not searching for the lavatory. They never came back, so they must have galloped off. Others in the bar decided to vent their frustration on anyone available. Deprived of the dancer for entertainment, the different groups of site workers chose to thrash each other. We cowered in our nook as fists thumped cheekbones. Men were on the floor; others jumped on their backs punching furiously. Some tried rescuing those who were down; they were attacked by the men they thought they were helping. Flagons went flying across the room. Beer was upended on the floor. Tables overturned.
The trouble spilled out onto the street. That made space for more complex wrestling. We sat quiet and let it pass. I felt rough. I was cradling my cheek where my tooth now hurt so much I had to deal with it in the next few hours or I would die of blood poisoning.
On the far side of the barroom, I could see the Camillus brothers. They had opted out of the fight and were seated aloof at a table like minor deities, munching food and commentating. Aelianus held his wounded leg out stiffly. Justinus lifted up a dish to me, offering to share their victuals; refusing, I mimed dental anguish. The Camilli had been talking to a man at the next table; Justinus pointed to him with one finger, showing his own fangs. They had found the local tooth puller. Deafened, harassed by the turmoil around me and in pain, I just wanted to die quietly.
Suddenly the row diminished. As quickly as they had flared up, all the fights finished. Someone must have brought news of a good torch singer at yet another bar. Next minute our den was empty. The landlord was clearing broken pots. A few stragglers had their heads down on tables looking ill, but something like peace descended. My womenfolk were gathering themselves to take us home. I could see the Camilli negotiating terms for late-night dentistry.
A group of travellers, unaware of the mad scene they had missed, now entered and scanned the amenities.
"Phwoar! This is a bad one!" cried a young boy's voice. He sounded cheerful. He had a large shaggy dog with him, which was untrained and very excited.
"It will have to do," said someone else. I looked up.
Into the Nemesis marched a strange party. Behind the boy came a big, quiet man, dressed all in brown, who rapidly checked around the place. He wore a heavy cloak with a pointed hood and a triangular storm flap at the neck. Good travelling gear, it went with solid boots and a satchel slung across his chest. With him were four children of various ages, each warmly dressed in similar style, with woollen socks inside their boots, and each with a bag. They looked clean, fit, well cared for and probably enjoying life. The two boys needed haircuts but the two girls had neat pigtails.
Once inside, the youngsters clustered close to the man while all four children glared about, scanning the bar for undesirables exactly as he had done. He had them well drilled.
' Whoops? They had noticed Maia. This was more trouble than they had bargained for. "Look out, Uncle Lucius!"
Ancus immediately hurtled straight across the bar and threw himself into his mother's arms with a piteous cry. He was eight, but had always been a baby. Sensitive, she said.
Maia's eyes were slits. Carrying Ancus, she stepped towards the others and pointed to Petronius. "This man is not your uncle."
All four children stared at her.
"He is now!" decided Rhea. The brutal, forthright, open one. Aged almost five, she spoke her mind like a ninety-year-old matriarch. My mother must have started out in life just like Rhea.
"Let's face it, Maia," Petro drawled. "The very fact that they are yours makes the poor things uncontrollable." He bent down to the three who were still beside him. "Go to your mother, quick, or we're dead meat."
Marius, Cloelia and Rhea trotted to Maia obediently then held up their faces to be kissed. Maia stooped and put her arms around all of them. She turned her furious gaze on Petronius, but he got in first. "I did my best," he told her quietly. "I brought them to you safely, and as quickly as I could. We would have been here sooner, but we all fell ill with chickenpoxjust north of-'
"Cabilonnum," supplied Cloelia, who must be the keeper of their travel notes. "Gaul."
Maia was lost for words, though being my sister this did not afflict her for long. Sick with wrath, she accused Petronius, You have brought my children to a bar!"
"Settle down, Mother," advised Marius (the eleven-year-old authoritative one). "This is about the hundredth time. We're slightly short of funds, so we make do. Uncle Lucius has taught us how to behave. We never question the prices, we don't pull a knife on the landlord and we don't break up the joint."
LX
the tooth-puller had a strange attitude. I thought he was drunk.
I had gone with him alone. Had not Maia's children wanted feeding- urgently, they all insisted I could have escaped this. I would have preferred to exchange news with Petro, but he and I swapped a coded agreement to speak in private later. Since the tooth man seemed willing to deal with a patient, everyone insisted that while the children tucked in at the Nemesis, I had to submit to dentistry. Playing brave, I rejected company. It is bad enough yelling in agony, without a helpful audience. Helena wanted to come with me, but I knew my ordeal would upset her terribly. I could cope with pain, but not that.