Take me home, please, Pa!"
All in good time, boy." Nothing had changed. I could have been five years old again, overtired and overfed with honeyed dates, at some long-winded auctioneers" party to which Pa had been told to take me to get me out from under Mother's feet for few hours. With two young children of my own, I knew all too well how to respond. I want to go home now."
Not yet, son." I gave up. Maybe I had really drowned and this was a nightmare in Hades. Pa, is it too much to ask, exactly what are you doing here?"
Just a quiet fishing trip, Marcus."
Sharks?" I snarled, thinking of Uncle Fulvius. I could see a couple of lines dangling overboard, though neither Pa nor Gornia was paying them any attention. I could not remember my father going fishing before, ever. He was a grilled-pork man. Or as we used to joke, roast peacock, if ever he could impose himself on a dinner party where the host served such a luxury to spongers. Since nothing would ever happen until my annoying parent decided he was ready, I roused myself a little and struggled out of my wet tunic. Gornia kindly spread it out to dry. Pa gave me a flask of water. After tentatively sipping, I recovered enough to ask if he knew where exactly Fulvius had spent his exile after he missed that ship to Pessinus. Pa looked surprised, but answered, Some dump called Salonae."
Where's that?" Pa shrugged. I prodded, Is it in Illyria?"
Well…" He had known all along. I think it's more north." I did not believe him. Not Dyrrhachium?"
I told you, Salonae."
What was Fulvius doing there?"
Bit of this, bit of that."
Don't wriggle. This could be serious." I had some more water. Bit of what, Pa?"
Serious, how?"
Uncle Fulvius could soon be arrested."
For what?" Pa seemed alarmed.
Piracy."
You are joking, son!"
No. What has he been doing in Illyria, do you know?"
Just buying and selling." That would give Fulvius an appeal to Pa; anyone in commerce overseas was a potential contact. Before I could ask, selling what, my father volunteered, He was a supplier to the Ravenna Fleet. A negotiator."
Negotiator covers a whole range of business, legitimate or otherwise."
You look as if you're going to be sick again, lad," said Pa earnestly.
Don't distract me. I'll be fine if you ever row me back to land. I'm wet and I'm cold, and I've had a bad experience. If you hadn't turned up, I would have drowned. I am grateful, believe me, I am very grateful, but why can't we go? For heavens" sake, I'll buy you some damned fish. I'll get you a whole bloody swordfish and let you say you caught it yourself, Pa." Pa let me rant. When I stopped, he just said peacefully, We can't go yet." I looked at Gornia. The emaciated porter just grinned. Both he and my father seemed strangely at home out here.
Whose boat is this?" I demanded suspiciously.
Mine," said Pa. That was news. It was an old boat. How long had my father had a boat?
Where do you keep it, and what is it for?" Pa just smiled at me. I tried again. Do you often row out as far as this, and just sit whistling under the sky?"
Very health-giving."
Very dubious, Pa." Gornia thought this was so witty he chuckled. Well, that was a first. He too seemed quite content to stay here for ever, doing nothing. I stood up, managed not to faint, and grasped a long rowing oar. In theory I could handle small boats, though I was not as adept as Petronius. If you don't tell me what we're waiting for, I'm going to scull us ashore myself, Pa." My father didn't bother to get up and grab the oar; he knew three strokes would finish me. We are waiting for a catch, Marcus. All that's bitten so far is yourself, a delightful surprise, don't get me wrong, but Helena won't thank me if I grill you for supper. Sit down and stop playing up. If you're hungry you can have my lunch."
He looks as if he'll chuck up again." For once, Gornia was moved to comment. He was worried that if I took after Pa, I would eat his share. Still, it looked a large hamper. I worked things out. They had done this before. More times than I would like to know. Of course they were not fishing; they had an assignation. I could guess what for. Pa was expecting some inter national trader to drop goods overboard to him. He would take the booty ashore in secret, without paying import duty. I could hardly complain, since he had rescued me, but I now understood why he had been prepared to bash anyone who tried to climb aboard. I was furious. My father was smuggling works of art, and if the vigiles or customs apprehended him today, I would be arrested too. I explained how inconvenient this would be to a man of my superior equestrian status, and Pa told me where to stuff my gold ring. You'll get caught, Pa."
I don't see why," my father assured me in a bland tone. I never have before."
Just how long have you been doing this?"
About thirty years."
It can't be worth it."
It bloody is!"
What's import duty, two, two and a half per cent? All right, so you have to add one per cent auction tax but you make your clients pay that."
Duty on some luxuries is twenty-five per cent," intoned Pa, and let me absorb why such a swingeing tax made sitting in this boat worth while.
It gives me a good feeling," my father chortled eventually, every time your sister Junia inflicts that fart-arse husband of hers on me!"
Oh if we're cheating Gaius Baebius, well done!" I slumped down in the boat and prepared for more punishment. For the next few hours I shivered and was seasick and acquired vicious sunburn, until I wished I had waited much more patiently for a chance to hitch a lift ashore with a dolphin. Finally the expected ship approached, a flag was dipped, Pa and Gornia leapt to their feet, waved cheerfully, and when the vessel hove to, they sprang into action as various oddly shaped, heavy packages were lowered in rope cradles. I stayed where I was, pretending to be comatose. My two companions caught the bundles expertly and stowed them, working at speed, filling this fishing smack and the little jollyboat which it towed behind. Gornia, who had once seemed a complete townie, clambered between the boats with unexpected agility. Even Pa, as he began trimming up the sail, looked like some old whelk who had lived in a fishing village all his life. Gornia manned an oar with all the aptitude of a ferryman. The merchant ship had moved off again, and at last we were heading shorewards. I dragged my salt-stiffened tunic back on over my head.
Where will you land, Pa? I can't face a long trip back to Ostia."
No need, son. Soon be all over, you'll be tucked up in a cosy bed with some hot spiced wine to lull you off… We'll look after you." I gazed at him. A new secret was about to break. Some hideous revelation that I would feel obliged to keep at all costs from my mother. I have my own villa," Pa meekly informed me. Well, of course; he would do. Stuffed with art galleries full of Greek statues. Paid for by contraband. You should let him show you his collection, Marcus," Gornia confirmed enthusiastically. Pa looked shifty. A thought struck as I glared at him. Fulvius acquires stuff for you – has he been a long-term supplier?"
Don't tell your mother." Ma would strangle Fulvius.
How astute! You two have been contacts for years?" Pa nodded. That meant, if Uncle Fulvius was in league with modern pirates, so was Pa. I closed my eyes in despair.
Nearly there," my father soothed me. This has been a wonderful treat for me. Sea and sun. A happy day out in a fishing boat, with my boy…" It was dusk when we arrived at his villa. It was as luxurious as I expected. I tried not to look. There was no shortage of slaves. A messenger was sent to Helena.
You might have consulted me. What did you say, Pa?"
Nothing to worry about, darling, gone fishing with Geminus." Oh great. I tried to think of other things. Isn't this villa close to Damagoras?"
He's just up the coast. Is it true he's banged up?" Pa wheedled.
Jailed in a vigiles cell."
Is that a nice way to treat an elderly man?"