Pomponius smiled. ‘Young man, you do have a lot to learn; despising someone is no reason not to work with them if your interests coincide. I know that you hate him too, otherwise you wouldn’t have told me that he stole my victory when we defeated the Thracian revolt, but that’s almost four years ago and your allegiances may well have changed. However, by appealing to your brother in my defence just now has proved to me that we are on the same side; unless you are a very good actor, which I don’t think you are… yet. So I will trust you, despite the fact that you’ve pulled a knife on me in my own dining room, Sabinus, which I consider to be the height of ill manners. The priest is in Sagadava.’
Sabinus kept his knife raised. ‘How can we trust you?’
Pomponius looked him in the eye. ‘Because I was the person who told Antonia, whom I assume sent you to find him, that Rhoteces was with the Getae.’
‘You’re Antonia’s agent in Moesia?’ Vespasian sounded incredulous.
‘Don’t be absurd, I’m nobody’s agent, I told her because I know that our interests do coincide. You told me after the battle, Vespasian, how Sejanus and Poppaeus had used Rhoteces as a go-between, so when he turned up again last year I passed on the information anonymously to Antonia assuming — correctly because she sent you to get him — that he would be of use to her. I know that she is working to bring down Sejanus and if she is successful then with luck Poppaeus will go down with him and I shall have revenge for his theft of my rightful victory.’
‘How did you know that Antonia is working against Sejanus?’
‘Sit down both of you and refill your cups, and mine as well whilst you’re about it, and I’ll explain.’
The brothers did as they were told and soon felt much calmer for the strong wine. Pomponius drained his cup in one gulp and held it out for more; Vespasian obliged him.
‘Thank you,’ Pomponius said, reclining back down on his couch. ‘I’ll be brief. When the Thracians threatened to revolt six years ago I was in Rome. I had just been appointed legate of the Fourth Scythica and was about to leave for Moesia. Asinius approached me to act as his eyes and ears in Moesia and Thracia. He took me into his confidence and told me that he was working with Antonia against the rising threat of Sejanus. Because of the large amount of Roman money found in Tacfarinas’ possession, after the Numidian revolt had been suppressed, Antonia and Asinius had begun to suspect that fomenting rebellions in the provinces was part of Sejanus’ wider strategy to destabilise the Empire as he secured his position with the Emperor. They suspected that the threatened revolt in Thracia was a part of this strategy. At this point they didn’t suspect Poppaeus of being involved as he had been out of Rome since he’d been appointed Governor of both Moesia and Macedonia ten years earlier and had had no known contact with Sejanus; also because he is considered respectable but with no striking abilities — a threat to nobody. However, they had no reason to trust him either, so they needed their own man on the spot.’
‘Why did he trust you enough to tell you all this?’ Vespasian asked.
‘Because we’re kinsmen. His mother, Vipsania Agrippina, is my father’s niece.’
‘And she was Tiberius’s first wife and the mother of his late son Drusus who Antonia believes was murdered by her daughter Livilla, Sejanus’ mistress,’ Sabinus said, understanding the connection.
‘Exactly. So we both had a kinsman to avenge and an Emperor, to whom we are both connected to by marriage, to defend. So I seemed like a safe bet to him — but I refused.’
‘Why?’
Pomponius smiled at the look of outraged disbelief on Vespasian’s face. ‘Because my judgement is no longer clouded by the enthusiasm and idealism of youth, as yours evidently still is, by the look on your face. Sejanus had just blocked me from becoming Consul in order to put one of his men forward; he had given me the Fourth Scythica as a sop, and I knew that his eyes were on me and probably still are. I would have been a liability to Asinius and Antonia and, more importantly, I intend to die in my bed, unlike most of the people who come to Sejanus’ notice.’
‘So why the change of heart?’ Vespasian asked with more than a trace of scorn.
Pomponius regarded him levelly. ‘You will speak civilly to me in my dining room, young man, and refrain from judging me by your own rather impetuous and naive standards.’
Vespasian reddened, embarrassed as much by Pomponius’ assessment of him as he was by the realisation that he was right. ‘Forgive me, Pomponius; that was crass of me.’
Pomponius inclined his head. ‘To answer your question: my time here is up; in a month or so I’ll return to my estates in Aventicum to lie low and drink my wine until the political turmoil in Rome resolves itself one way or the other. So I decided to risk passing Antonia a piece of information that would hurt Poppaeus, in the hope that she would use it.’
‘Why didn’t you try to capture Rhoteces when he first reappeared and have him sent to her?’
‘I have been trying to get my hands on that priest for over a year now and just when I had him cornered, and was trying to think of a way to extract him, Poppaeus turns up. Sejanus must have heard that Rhoteces had resurfaced and persuaded the Emperor to reinstate Poppaeus as Governor, using the increased raids over the river and my seeming inability to deal with them as a valid excuse. So Poppaeus has taken command at Sagadava because he knows that Rhoteces is there and he means to make certain that he never comes out. You need to ensure that he does.’
The brothers looked at each other as Pomponius drained his cup and, with slight nods of their heads, silently agreed to trust him.
‘How do you recommend we do that, Pomponius?’ Sabinus asked. ‘You said that you were working on a plan.’
‘I said that I was trying to think of a way to get him out,’ Pomponius corrected him. ‘I hadn’t completely formulated a plan. It’s going to be difficult. There are nearly three thousand of the bastards crammed together in the fortress and the fortifications next to it; I imagine that there is barely room to move, although they have left most of their horses out in the open.’
‘And if we did manage to get in we’d be very conspicuous,’ Vespasian added, not liking the scenario one bit.
‘Unless we disguise ourselves as Getae,’ Sabinus pointed out.
‘Exactly,’ Pomponius agreed, ‘that was what I had been thinking of, but I didn’t have the men to do it; there’re no Thracians that I would trust with such a delicate task and we Romans wouldn’t be able to pass ourselves off as Getae, even if we were wearing their festering trousers.’
‘We’ve brought five of Queen Tryphaena’s men with us, they’ll be able to if they have the clothes,’ Vespasian said. ‘Sabinus, Magnus and I will just have to make the best of it and try to blend in with them.’
Pomponius looked at him and raised his eyebrows. ‘That’s very risky. Why don’t you just send the Thracians in by themselves?’
‘Because it will take at least two of them to carry the priest out, which would leave only three men to defend them; if one or two get killed then it would be all over. We need to go too to lower the odds.’
Sabinus grunted. ‘I’ve a nasty feeling that my brother’s right, Pomponius. So how do we get in and out?’
‘Well, first you’ve got to get the clothes, that should be easy enough as there is a compound full of prisoners in the Roman camp; Centurion Faustus, whom you know, Vespasian, and we both trust, will be able to help you. As to getting in, that’s much harder; there are only three ways that I can see and the best one, in my opinion, is through a little sewage drain in the north wall facing the river; you could reach it by boat which would mean that you wouldn’t have to go through the siege lines as they only extend as far as the river on either side of the fortress.’
Sabinus turned up his nose. ‘I really don’t like the idea of wading through Getic shit. What are the other two ways?’