"Let your wife contribute,' I murmured to Sertorius, with mock-confidentiality. "I find that women have the best memories.'
"Oh well, if you want trivia…' At his scathing sneer, I merely smiled, aiming to mend fences. Helena would give me all Hades for it afterwards, but my business was to humour these folk. "As she says, He referred to his wife without naming her; he must be ashamed of her origins. "We met as a group on board ship; the Calliope -absolutely ghastly hulk. Bilges were so full of water, they could hardly steer the thing. Not what we were promised. That's going to be the first point in my letter of complaint. Before I get started on this place, of course. Putting us up here is an outrage. The manager is running a brothel on the side.
"Tell Aquillius. It's up to him how he houses you. Stick to facts, please. First sighting of the wedded ones?'
I knew my rebuke would rile Sertorius; he believed he was ultra-efficient. He squinted at me angrily, then said in a tight voice. "The newly-weds were pretty well invisible at first. Later they peered out of their shells a bit.'
"They had only been together a week at most, when we started,' put in Sertoria Silene.
"Were they happy?' asked Helena.
"You mean, were they having a lot of bedtime fun?' broke in Sertorius coarsely, as if he were accusing Helena of prudery.
"Actually, I meant both.' She met his eyes directly, chin up and challenging.
"No doubt- both applied.' Sertorius answered as if he had not noticed Helena answering back, but his voice rasped – a sign of uncertainty.
"Did their relationship deteriorate?' Helena turned from the husband as if he did not exist, seeking details from Sertoria Silene.
"They did argue sometimes. But I thought if they stuck it out, they
would settle down eventually. They were young. He had never had control of any money before, so he bungled it – and she was brighter than him.'
This was a sharp evaluation. I had underestimated Sertoria. While her fool of a mate seemed to dominate, I wondered if she had married him knowing she could run rings around him. It was citizenship at a price, but the price might have been worth it. She could read, poring over her Herodotus, clearly for her private pleasure; she would never have been a mere kitchen skivvy, but must have occupied a good household position. Helena told me later, she could imagine the woman as the educated secretary and companion of some previous, probably wealthy, wife. The wife died; Sertorius hated to live alone, so he picked up the nearest female who would accept him. That made sense. We did not envisage them having an illicit liaison while the first wife was still alive; mind you, anything is possible.
"And what do you know about the day Valeria died?'
"Oh nothing, really.' So Sertoria Silene had been told to prevaricate. I blamed the pompous husband for that.
I took up the questioning, addressing him. "The men went to watch combat sports that day. Statianus came with you all?' He nodded. "While the women took a tour of the Pelops relics?' Both looked surprised that I knew so much. People like this would never have met an informer before. "Valeria too?' This time Sertoria nodded. Then she stared down at her lap. The daughter, still dangling around the mother's neck in a way that must have been painful, was suddenly still. I leaned back and stared at them, then asked softly, "So what happened?'
"Nothing happened.'
Untrue, Sertoria.
I resumed my questions to Sertorius. "And that night, you all ate together?'
"No. We men were dragged off to a so-called feast.' He sneered. "It was supposed to simulate how winners in the Games celebrate at a banquet in the Prytaneion – if theirs is the awful standard that we had to endure, then I pity them. The women stayed at the tents, and all complained when we rolled home slightly merry!'
Helena pursed her lips in sympathy at Sertoria Silene, who rolled her eyes, to indicate how disgusting this had been.
"At what point that evening did Statianus and Valeria have their final quarrel? Was it when he reappeared drunk?' I wondered if it was
Valeria's first experience of this. Given that she had been brought up only by a guardian and a remote grandfather in Sicily, the girl might never before have seen a close relative staggering and vomiting and behaving unreasonably. Maybe she was squeamish.
"Before we men went out.' Sertorius disappointed me.
"It was just a tiff,' his wife murmured, almost whispering the words.
I rounded on her. "So you do know what it was about?'
She shook her head quickly. Helena shot me a warning not to harass Sertoria, then leaned forward to her. "Please tell us. This is so important!'
But Sertoria Silene insisted, "I don't know.'
Her husband then told us, just as decisively, that none of them knew anything of subsequent events. As a family, he said, they retired early to bed – because of the children, he charmingly explained. His wife had already told us he had been drunk, so no doubt there had been angry words, followed by tortured silences.
As if scared that somebody would say too much, they all stood up and retreated to their room, ending our interview.
Helena let them go with the mild comment that it would do the Sertorius children good to have an enforced afternoon nap.
XXIII
The other two couples saw the family depart and noisily waved us to their table.
"Up for it?' I muttered to Helena.
"Don't get sozzled!' she hissed back.
"Don't get cheeky! I am total sobriety – but can you keep your hands off the winecup, fruit?'
"Stop me when I go purple.'
"Ah too late, too late!'
The foursome shrieked a welcome. They had watched us bantering snappily; they liked us for it. The men were already beaming like debauched cupid grape-treaders on a wine bar wall-panel. They were well glued to their stools by now, incapable of shifting until their bladders became quite desperate, but the women were probably never static; they leapt up at our approach and together hauled a bench nearer for us, straining in their flimsy frocks like navvies and then flailing into the wrong husbands' laps. Cleonymus and Amaranthus groped them, automatically, then shoved them on to the seats they had previously occupied, like men who had gone through this routine before.
All four were older than befitted their behaviour and bright outfits. I put the men at sixty, the women older if anything – yet it was the men who looked to be flagging at this lunch table. Cleonymus and Cleonyma, the two freed slaves with a huge inheritance, had hands which had quite clearly done much manual labour, though their fingers were now expensively be-ringed. The other couple were harder to place. Amaranthus, the suspected adulterer, had narrow, wary eyes, while Minucia seemed tired. Whether she was tired of life, of travel – or even tired of Amaranthus, we could not deduce.
They positively rushed to tell us all they knew, making the details lurid where they could. I tried saying I hoped they did not mind more questions, at which they bellowed with laughter then assured me, they had hardly been asked anything yet. So Aquillius was too snobbish to speak to freedmen. That was no surprise.
"It was me who heard him coming.' Cleonyma took centre stage. She was a thin, wiry woman who burned off her physical excesses with nervous energy. Good bones and lack of fat gave her a handsome face; had she laid off the eye paint she would have looked even better. She shuddered, her skinny shoulders lifting beneath the fine pleats of her gown; it was held together with vivid clasps and, as she moved, ovals of oiled, scrawny, suntanned flesh came and went between large gaps in the material.
"Statianus? Was he calling for help?' asked Helena.