"Yelling his head off. No one else bothered to notice; you know how people are. I was going outside. As I went through the tent door, he staggered up, weeping bitterly, with the bloody corpse held in his arms. Her dress was all filthy with sand from the exercise yard. Her head, though – her head was so horribly battered you could hardly tell that it was her… I nursed my master through ten years of a wasting illness; I saw enough there not to faint at mess, you know – but Valeria's body turned my stomach, and I only glimpsed her.'
Cleonyma now looked haggard beneath her glinting face powder. Minucia took her hand. An emerald ring flashed. She carried more weight than Cleonyma, and although she too almost certainly carted around a compendium of face creams, her skin was very coarse.
Overcome, Cleonyma leaned her head on Minucia's shoulder; about four pounds of Indian pearls lurched sideways on her flat chest. A fully rounded perfume of rose petals and jasmine on one lady clashed waft for waft with a headier essence of Arabian balsam. After a moment of comfort in a mingled aroma cloud, Cleonyma sat up again; her pearls strands clacked and tumbled straight once more. The women's two scents uncoiled and slid dangerously against each other like towering clouds moving one way while a second raft of weather moves in the opposite direction underneath. Just like a coming coastal storm, it left us restless and unsettled. Minucia even mopped her forehead, though that could have been the drink overheating her.
More subdued now, the party of four described subsequent events. how Statianus was persuaded to relinquish his ghastly burden; the few muddled attempts by locals to discover what had happened; the cursory investigation carried out by Aquillius. Nobody at the site took any real interest in Valeria's fate initially, beyond the usual lascivious nosiness in whether the young woman had been having affairs.
"Who called in the quaestor to take charge?' asked Helena, thinking it must have been Sertoria Silene, or perhaps the widow Helvia.
"I did!' Minucia surprised us. In outward style she resembled
Cleonyma, especially since the two couples had shopped for their present outfits at the same market boutique. I found it hard to place her otherwise. She could have been a freed slave too, but equally I could see her as the hardworking wife of some freeborn craftsman or shopkeeper; maybe she had tired of arguing with a lazy husband and rebellious children, had run off with Amaranthus in desperation, and now knew she could not easily return to her home town.
"How come, Minucia?'
"Things were getting ridiculous. I had nothing against Valeria, poor soul. She did not deserve what happened to her. The priests were all trying to ignore the problem, some damned women from Elis were extremely obnoxious – what in Hades had it to do with them in any case? – and when I heard there was a Roman official at the VIP's guesthouse, I just marched right up to him and made a fuss.'
"Aquillius see'ms convinced Statianus was the guilty party,' I said.
"Never!' We all looked at Cleonyma. True, she was enjoying the drama. Even so, her verdict was that of a shrewd, quietly observant woman. "I saw him straight after he found her. I'll never forget his face. The boy is innocent.'
"Aquillius Macer must be fairly inexperienced,' Helena brooded. Amaranthus scoffed, summing up the quaestor as a man who would abuse his mother. Cleonymus insulted that noblewoman even more lewdly, not only casting doubt on the quaestor's paternity, but suggesting that an animal had been involved. Not one of the cuddly ones. Helena smiled. "You are saying Aquillius could not organise his way out of a bran sack?'
"Not even if he had a great big map,' agreed Amaranthus, glumly drinking wine.
Until now, Helena had barely touched her cup, but now she topped it up herself. "Here's a question for you. Your tour is supposed to be escorted. So where was your organiser, Phineus?'
A silence fell.
"People think Phineus is wonderful,' Cleonyma remarked, to no one in particular. She left the statement hanging.
"One or two people think he's bloody terrible,' her husband disagreed, but they did not argue over it.
"Did Phineus help, after the murder?' Helena persisted. "Aren't you all paying him to keep you out of trouble?'
"He did what he could,' snorted Cleonymus. "That wasn't much – still, there wasn't much anyone could have done, given that Aquillius
was determined to keep us trapped in that tent until he could arrest someone – and that he failed miserably to decide who it should be. Only the fact that Aquillius wanted to come back to Corinth made him say we could all go free. Even then – " Cleonymus gave me a dark look. "Our reprieve was temporary.'
"So what, to be precise, did Phineus really do for you?' I asked.
"Kept the food coming and ensured the wine improved,' Minucia told me, caustically. "I thought he could have moved us into decent accommodation, though that never happened. But he kept at it, talking to Aquillius. "Negotiating for us," he maintained.'
"Aquillius speaks well of him.'
"Mind you – " Amaranthus used a heavy, mannered delivery which combined making a point with making a joke. "We have established to general satisfaction, haven't we, that Aquillius Macer is so bright he could lose himself in an empty sack.'
I smiled at his response. "So, my friends – any idea where your wonderful escort is right now?'
Apparently, Phineus was earning himself a few drachmas, trotting off to Cythera with some other visiting Romans, while he waited for this group to be given their release. Cythera, an island at the extreme southern end of the Peloponnese, seemed a damned long way to let a suspect travel.
"I hope, for their sakes, he doesn't take them to that conniving murex-seller who cheated us last year,' said Cleonyma. Murex is the special shellfish dye used for purple cloth; its cost is phenomenal. Cleonyma and her husband apparently had an intimate knowledge of shopping for luxury goods.
Since we seemed to have exhausted their knowledge of the murder, Helena started asking Cleonyma about their past travels. Although this was their first trip with Seven Sights, the couple were old hands.
"We've been on the road for a couple of years. While we can last out, we'll keep going. The money came from our old master. He had a lot – mainly because for decades, he never would spend any. Life with him was bloody hard, especially after he got sick. But in the end, he seemed to change his attitude. He knew he was dying, and he started handing out presents.'
"Was he frightened that you might stop looking after him?'
"Bribery? No, Helena; he was scared of the pain, but he knew he could trust us.' Cleonyma was matter-of-fact. I could imagine her as a brisk but efficient nurse. Receiving a bed-bath at her hands might
be a worry. Especially if she had been drinking. "He never said beforehand, but when he went he left us everything.'
"So you know he valued your loyalty.'
"And no one else could put up with him! – We two had been together unofficially for years,' Cleonyma reminisced. Slaves are not allowed to marry, even other slaves. "But as soon as we got our windfall, we made it proper. We had a huge bash, all the works, ceremony, contract, rings, veils, nuts, witnesses, and a very expensive priest to take the auguries.'
Helena was laughing. "The auguries were good, I hope?'
"They certainly were – we paid the priest enough to guarantee that!' Cleonyma too was relishing the story. "He was a clapped-out old pain in the buttocks – but he managed to see in the sheep's liver that we shall have long life and happiness, so I like to think he had good eyesight. If not, you and me are finished!' she warbled to her husband, who looked on, bleary but amiable. "Now we just think, let's see the world. We earned it, so why shouldn't we?'
We all raised our drinks in a friendly toast to that.
"Somebody else took an interest in Valeria's fate.' Helena asked, trying not to look worried. "Wasn't there a young man from Rome, called Camillus Aelianus?'