Sejanus

'Good, good,' I said.

Lippillus laid his knife aside. 'Okay, Corvinus,' he said. 'Don't pussyfoot. Now we've got families out of the way suppose you tell me what I can do for you.'

I grinned. 'It's that obvious?'

'You come all the way down to Pisspond two hours before your normal breakfast time and expect me to think it's a social call? Sure it's obvious.'

'Breakfast, nothing!' I was laughing. 'And I didn't get to bed until five hours ago!'

'So what's unusual?' He bit on a piece of sausage. 'Come on, Marcus, give.'

'Okay.' I nodded. 'I wanted to bounce a few names off you.'

'What kind of names?'

'Big ones. Gaius Junius Silanus. Gaius Silius. Titius Sabinus…'

Lippillus had set his wine cup down. He was frowning. 'What is this?'

‘They mean anything to you?'

'You're talking old treason, ten to three years old. Silius and Sabinus are dead. Silanus is on Cythnos. So I'll ask you again. What's your interest?'

I couldn't lie to him. Not when I needed him so badly, or considering how much I'd be asking. 'You remember a certain favourite of the emperor we carefully didn't discuss over a drink once upon a time?'

He picked up an olive and chewed carefully before replying. I could almost hear his brain clicking.

'The Commander of Praetorians.' he said at last. 'Sure I remember. What does Sejanus have to do with this?'

'The senate wants him nailed.'

'Sejanus?' Lippillus laughed. 'Corvinus, you're crazy! That's our next emperor you're talking about!'

I kept my voice neutral. 'Maybe. You approve?'

The laughter stopped abruptly. 'Come on, pal! The bastard's a crook, and I don't like crooks, you know that. But like it or not he's still the Wart's successor.'

'Not yet he isn't.'

'Look.' Lippillus pushed the plate of sausage out of the way. 'Approval has nothing to do with it. It's plain fact. Who else is there? The Wart has no natural sons since Drusus died, and as far as Germanicus's boys are concerned Nero's dead, young Drusus is a dangerous maniac and Gaius is still wet behind the ears. Tiberius can't last more than another two or three years at most. Who else has he got but Sejanus? Or do you think he'll hand the empire over to that halfwit Claudius to play with?'

'Hold it.' I'd set my own cup down. 'Young Drusus is mad?'

Lippillus hesitated. 'So the rumour goes. An inside-edge rumour, so don't spread it around, okay? He wasn't too stable at the best of times, and being locked up has pushed the boy over. The emperor couldn't let him out now even if he wanted to, and as far as making him crown prince is concerned, forget it. The last thing Rome needs is a madman on the throne.'

I took a swallow of the Gauranian. Lippillus was right, of course. Even if Grandson Drusus was family the Wart had his responsibilities, and he knew where they lay, better than anyone. Power was power whichever way you sliced it, and if it came into the wrong hands we were all in trouble. Even Sejanus in charge of the empire would be better than a madman. 'So. What about the names I mentioned?'

Lippillus scowled into his winecup. 'They're all big Julian supporters, friends of Agrippina. Or they were. If you're looking for a pattern.'

Yeah. I'd thought that might be the answer. It was the only one that made sense. 'You mean we're talking about a political purge,' I said.

Another hesitation. 'You sure you want to discuss this?'

'I'm sure.'

'Okay.' He was still scowling. 'Only be careful how you use it, right? It's not exactly dinnertime conversation, even these days.'

'I'll be careful.'

'There was nothing overt, not at first, but it was a purge right enough. Sejanus knocked them off their perches one by one. Not just them, there were others. Agrippina's cousin Claudia Pulchra. A lady called Aquilia. Gaius Furnius and Varius Ligur.'

I remembered these four from my notes. The women had been exiled for adultery, the two men being named as partners. Four birds with two stones. Not bad going.

'And he finished up with the Julians themselves,' I said. 'Agrippina, Nero and Drusus.' The first two exiled, the third shut away and — as I now knew — a madman. 'Jupiter!'

'Yeah.' Lippillus nodded. 'By that time the Julian party's power was broken and Sejanus could go for the top. Like I said, he's the only one left.'

I pitted an olive. Livia had been right about the senate's records providing a key to Sejanus. This was what she'd been pointing me at.

'So tell me more,' I said.

'You want a lesson in politics? I'm no political expert, Marcus.'

'Yeah. Sure.' We'd had this conversation before, and I’d yet to hit on a subject while talking to Lippillus that the guy wasn’t well up on, despite the inevitable disclaimer. 'Just give me the basic details, the ones that everybody knows. Pretend I'm an idiot.'

'What's to pretend?' He grinned suddenly and refilled our wine cups. 'Okay. So we'll start from where you left for Greece. You know Tiberius and Drusus — his own son Drusus, not Germanicus's boy — shared the consulship for the next year?'

'Sure.' That had made sense. It had been inevitable, in fact: with Germanicus dead the Wart had had to choose a new crown prince, and Drusus was the obvious choice. Sharing the consulship was the usual way of signalling it; which was why, this year past, the alarm bells had begun ringing with Sejanus.

'Right.' Lippillus broke a piece of bread and dunked it in olive oil. 'Only the Wart had already presented young Nero to the senate, and married him to his son Drusus's daughter. You with me?'

'You're saying that Tiberius was marking Drusus as his successor, but Nero was next in line.'

'Uh huh. Then the Wart takes the next step, the big one. He gives Drusus a share of his own tribunician power. But he also makes sure that Nero and his brother, the other Drusus, have their feet on the first rung of the imperial ladder. A working compromise. Drusus is to be the next emperor, but he'll be followed by a Julian.'

There was something wrong here. 'Drusus had a son of his own,' I said. 'What you're saying is that Tiberius's own son agreed to be no more than a stopgap for Agrippina's boys.'

Lippillus shrugged. 'I told you, Corvinus. I'm no politician. Drusus seemed happy enough, in public, anyway. He hadn't been asked to adopt Nero formally, and his own son Gemellus was hardly more than an infant. He couldn't've expected the Wart to do otherwise, not if he had the empire's best interests at heart.'

Yeah, okay, that made sense. Like Lippillus said, it was a working compromise. The empire had an experienced crown prince — Drusus — in the saddle with two up-and-coming Imperials, Agrippina's kids, to back him. And Agrippina couldn't complain that her side of the family was getting a raw deal. 'Only then the situation changed. Drusus died.'

'Drusus died.'

'Uh huh.' I kept my voice neutral. 'You happen to know how that happened, exactly?'

His eyes held mine. 'Don't jump to conclusions. The death was natural.'

'You're sure?'

'It was a long-standing thing, not sudden. He'd had trouble on and off for years. Some sort of wasting sickness that finally killed him. Sejanus was just lucky, that's all.'

Yeah, okay, maybe; these things happen. But guys like Sejanus make their own luck. I shelved that one for future reference. 'So the game was wide open again. There was a vacancy at the top, for a caretaker.'

'Right. The two young Julians were still in place, but the experienced man was gone.'

'Enter Sejanus.'

Lippillus shook his head. 'No, not yet. He'd've liked the job, sure. Only it wasn't that easy, even if he'd had the Wart's full support.' He chewed on a slice of sausage. 'Court favourite or not, Sejanus is a nobody. We're not talking simple power here, you understand. We're talking family.'

Yeah. That added up. You don't need to tell a Valerius Messalla about family. You either have it or you don't, and if you don't then breaking into the system is as difficult as swimming the Tiber with your hands tied behind you and a brick between your teeth. Sejanus had power, sure, but it came from the Wart and left to itself it would die with the Wart. He may've been fairly well connected on his mother's side, but not well enough to count. There're only two ways to join the inner club at Rome: either you're born into it or you marry into it. Preferably both. Tiberius understood that. He could mark Sejanus as caretaker, sure, but the system would've accepted the guy only as long as the Wart was there to back him; which, when the time came, he naturally wouldn't be. And that was no position for a designated successor to be in.