In a clear space in the courtyard, Albia and my two nephews were crouching around Nux. She lay in a basket I had never seen before, putting on a brave little invalid act. When I appeared, she allowed the end third of her short tail to twitch; she lifted her nose to me. I knelt down and put my palm on her side; her eyes showed a look of panic through their matted fur fringe, though she managed not to yelp.
"That dog's had a real bashing!' Gaius exclaimed. He sounded more admiring of whoever had bashed her, than of Nux for enduring the agony. I lifted my hand from her ribs, where her small heart had been pounding; she settled down warily, allowing me to stroke her head. After a moment she even gave me a sad lick, to show there were no hard feelings.
"Good dog. You're safe now with us… Who hurt you, girlie?'
Nux put a hot black nose against my palm. Normally this was disgusting, but I let her snuffle.
Albia, whom Helena and I had first met saving the lives of some dogs in a building fire, stood up from bending over Nux."Are we sure it was not you, Marcus Didius?'
I was shocked."Don't even think that!' I stared at the girl. Her early life had been brutal; we forgot that a little too readily. She still had a lot to learn about trust, and when to apply it."Nux is a mongrel with appalling habits – but she's mine.' I took her in from the streets just like you, Albia, I thought – but did not say it.
Gaius and Cornelius were watching us too closely for comfort.
Albia said uncomfortably,"Young Glaucus thinks you kill people.'
"I don't know what his father told him to make Glaucus believe that.'
"Uncle Marcus was in the army,' said Cornelius, trying to convince himself that excused anything. He was right too.
"Uncle Marcus looks like a comedy clown, but he's secretly dangerous!' Gaius chortled.
I had had a hard day."Stop it, all of you.'
"Who was there when the man fell?' demanded Albia sternly. She had at least learned from Helena and me how to address a puzzle. I rose to my feet awkwardly, and fell on a stone bench. At that moment I was hardly the heartless exterminator they wanted to believe. I must have looked as I felt. washed out, depressed, and fending off feelings of guilt.
Since I had not answered her, Albia repeated her question. I forced myself to say,"All that's known for certain is that I left Nux with the freedman, who went over the edge.'
"So did Cleonymus like dogs or not?'
"No idea.'
"We can ask someone,' Albia decided."If he hated them, he could have kicked Nux.'
"Cleonymus was sitting with Nux perfectly peacefully when I left them.'
"And was Nux happy with him?' the girl asked me, intently.
"I would not have left her otherwise.'
The last thing I had expected this evening when I came home, was to find myself hemmed in by this bunch of suspicious interrogators. Gaius and Cornelius had gathered around, like Albia more concerned about Nux than the human fatality.
"Someone else came up the hill and attacked Nuxie,' Gaius declared.
Albia rounded on him."How do you know that?'
"It's obvious.' Cornelius backed his cousin up."Some horrible man hit Nux, then the freedman yelled out, "Leave our dog alone!" He was trying to defend her.
"When this other man pushed him right off the cliff. Gaius announced."Don't you think so, Uncle Marcus?'
"It is a possibility.'
"Or someone attacked Cleonymus, so Nux got hurt trying to guard him. Yes, that sounds like the answer,' Albia informed us."How are you going to find the man, Marcus Didius?'
"Well, I asked all the bystanders for details at the scene,' I admitted weakly."But we were all very busy trying to get to Cleonymus.
"It's too late now!' Albia snapped with great impatience."If you go back tomorrow, you won't find the same people. You don't know their names.
"I took names,' I protested weakly, waving my note-tablet.
"Probably false! Even if they live in Corinth, they won't want to get involved.'
"Human nature.'
"If you do find that man, I hope you kill him,' whispered Cornelius, sounding wistful. He was still sitting cross-legged by the basket, patting Nux.
I had to rouse myself. I told them that we were obliged to ascertain first what had really happened – then we could apprehend any killer. I said that Greece was a civilised province. That the Areopagus, the homicide court at Athens, was the oldest in the world and would deal with the man. I maintained I would follow the proper procedures.
Maybe it was true.
"Anyway, I am the head of this group and I am fed up with you three bossing me. I am very tired. Now please leave me alone.'
Nux knew that today she at least could take liberties. She climbed out of the basket, letting us see how much it hurt, then limped over to me, begging to be picked up. I took her on to my lap, where she curled up, gave a queenly sigh, and went to sleep with her snout pressed under my elbow. Albia and the boys looked on approvingly.
Not long afterwards, Helena appeared through the inn gate. She too observed my position as dog-plinth with an affectionate smile for both Nux and me. Then she led in a companion who was playing shy. It was the Sertorius daughter. At the girl's approach, both Gaius and Cornelius behaved like Aventine lads. They assumed she was after their bodies, so they rushed from the scene. Albia looked hostile, but she wanted to hear what this was about, so she said nothing and stayed.
Tiberia was a pale thing who seemed nervous, though I suspected she was devious. We had seen her lurking about with her brother at the Bay Mare, taking too sly an interest in my investigation. Our own Albia was listening in here, but her presence was open, her curiosity frank.
Tiberia had mousy fair hair, pulled back tightly in a ribbon, which she continually untied and tied up again. Her skinny body and long
legs had been dressed in a rather mean white tunic. One of her sandals had a broken strap. It made her look neglected by her mother, though perhaps she enjoyed rejecting improvements. (I was a father; I found myself increasingly prone to assume that parents meant well but their children were difficult.) Like many girls her age, she bit her nails. Her fingers were small and childish, her features younger than her age. I put her at thirteen. I bet she stared at boys and dreamed of them, but if anything male looked back at her, she had no idea how to react.
Albia had taken against her and was showing it. Helena pushed Tiberia forward, nudging her."Go on. Tell Marcus Didius what you came about.'
Tiberia had other ideas. She hung back, leaning against Helena, head down awkwardly. I heard Albia growl in her throat. I took a firm line."We are all feeling a bit sad here. Come on please, don't be girly. Let's hear it, Tiberia.'
Given another unsympathetic shove by Helena, the girl spoke her piece. Her voice was almost too confident, though its tone was languid."It's just that, well, after you told us about Cleonymus, I heard you say you were going to see Phineus.'
"So?' It was probably too curt, but I had had enough that day.
"Why did you want to see him?'
"Never mind – what's the interest for you, Tiberia?'
"Oh… nothing.'
"That's soon dealt with then.' I showed I had lost interest in her. It worked.
"I don't like him,' she whispered.
"He's not my type either.' I tried softening my tone."What's he done to you?'
Tiberia squirmed. I gave her the sceptical gaze I reserve for when I am too tired to bother. Deep questioning was out. She could tell me if she wanted to, or go to Hades."I don't like the way he always helps you on to the donkey.'