With a few deft strikes of his flint, Cassandros got a cascade of sparks falling into his tinderbox which, coaxed with gentle breaths, caught into a small flame. Lighting his rag from the kindling, Magnus lobbed it at the Scorpion’s feet. Flames jumped from the wood and raced up to the main body of the weapon, along the bolt groove and then left and right to the bow arms and up and down the torsion springs.
Magnus looked at the raging Scorpion with regret. ‘Pity, but it would be unwise to break a promise to Vespasian, however expensive.’ Beyond it the West Viminal’s roof was an inferno and shouts of panic issued from the building as the flames spread. ‘Still, she did a good job. Time to go, Cassandros.’ Cradling the empty jar so that it was safe, Magnus turned and sped down the stairs. From across the street came the crash of the first roof beams collapsing onto the floor below.
‘On a grain ship? Me? It’s an …’ Philo began spluttering, his outrage such that he could not even spit the word out as he stared in horror at the hulking monstrosity of the flagship of the Egyptian grain fleet.
‘It’s all that’s available,’ Magnus replied, trying not to show his irritation. ‘The first grain convoy of the season has almost filled the harbour, and of the few other ships berthed here, none is destined for Alexandria. Take it or leave it, but that’s what the port aedile said.’
‘Then we shall wait until a vessel more suitable to my standing arrives.’
‘I wouldn’t advise that, Philo,’ Vespasian said from his seat on a folding chair set beneath a makeshift awning. ‘Firstly, you don’t know how long you might have to wait for so fine a ship, and secondly,’ he indicated around the crowded, bustling port and the clogged streets leading off it, ‘where would you stay? I doubt that you’d find anything that you would consider suitable here.’
‘We’ll go back to the Gardens of Lamia.’
‘No you won’t, Philo. I can’t allow you back into the city.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I can’t guarantee your safety, and because of my friendship with your brother I would not wish to put you at risk.’
‘But yesterday the Emperor …’
‘What the Emperor does one day bears no relation to what he might do the next. Indeed, if he did hear that you were back in the city he might very well forget that he has already questioned you as to why you don’t recognise his divinity.’
‘Then I’d have another chance to put the case against Flaccus and the Greeks to him.’
‘No, Philo, you won’t; but Caligula might come to a different conclusion than he did yesterday. So forget Flaccus, forget all the outrages that you have been subjected to and get on that ship.’
‘But-’
‘No buts, Philo,’ Vespasian said, rising to his feet to emphasise his earnestness. ‘Just get on board, go back to Alexandria and write to Caligula protesting about Flaccus. Meanwhile, if I get the chance, I will remind the Emperor that Flaccus would not hand over Alexander’s breastplate to me and mention to him how rich Flaccus has become whilst serving as prefect of Egypt. That’s the best way to deal with a god who needs all the money he can find for his Germania campaign.’
‘But he’s not a god.’
‘Yes he is, Philo, and you’d be wise to remember that. If the Emperor, who has the power of life and death over us all, considers himself to be a god then a god he is, and I for one will be the first to keep up that pretence.’
‘So you don’t really believe that he is a god.’
‘What I believe is irrelevant. Now go.’
Philo stroked his beard, considering his position. ‘Very well, I’ll take your advice.’ He signalled to his fellow ambassadors to board the waiting vessel and then approached closer to Magnus and Vespasian. ‘I would thank you for the help that you have both given us – me. I have found it hard not to be treated according to my rank and that has led to a few outbursts of frustration, so that you haven’t, perhaps, seen me in the best light.’ He produced a weighty purse from inside his mantle. ‘As a token of thanks and in anticipation of what you will do to aid us in bringing Flaccus down I would like to give you the last of the money we have set aside for bribes.’ He offered the purse to Vespasian. ‘Take it, there are a hundred and fifty-three aurei in it.’
Vespasian pushed it away. ‘I can’t be seen to take money off you in public like this, but there is absolutely no reason why Magnus should not accept the gift and we’ll share it out later.’
‘Very good,’ Philo said, handing the purse to Magnus who took it with a grave face. ‘I bid you both farewell and will carry your greetings to my brother and his sons.’
‘Do that, Philo,’ Vespasian said with feeling, ‘and tell him that someday Magnus and I will come back to Alexandria and he can repay the debt he owes us with hospitality.’
Philo bowed and then turned and walked up the gangway.
‘Did I hear you right, sir?’ Magnus asked as they watched him go. ‘I could have sworn that you said we’d share the money out.’
‘I did. I thought a third for you and two-thirds for me.’
‘Fifty-one aurei – that’s very generous.’
‘Not really; it just puts you back into my debt, which is where I like you to be.’ Vespasian turned away. ‘Come on, let’s get back to Rome – if there’s any of it still left standing, that is.’
‘What do you mean, sir?’ Magnus asked, feeling the comforting weight of the purse in his hand.
‘I mean that I heard that a chunk of the Viminal burnt down last night. Oddly enough it was the same building that the Urban Cohorts raided the day before.’
‘Ah, yes. Well, it’s amazing just how viciously a Scorpion can burn.’
‘I hope that I never have the opportunity to find out, and so does the Urban Prefect, if you take my meaning?’
‘I do, sir; and I can promise you that no one will ever get one into the city again and life will go back to how it was.’
‘Good. Make sure that everyone understands that.’
‘Oh, he will, sir, he will.’
‘Tatianus, what a lovely surprise,’ Magnus said in a voice that conveyed the exact opposite; he did not get up as the middleman was shown into his room at the rear of the tavern by Marius. Servius sat next to him. ‘This must be a social visit as I know you never discuss business outside your establishment.’
‘In normal circumstances that would be the case,’ Tatianus said as he sat opposite Magnus and placed a strongbox on the table between them.
‘But not today; why’s that?’
Tatianus bared his teeth in a snarl. ‘You know perfectly well why that is, Magnus, so let’s stop the play acting and get down to business: you said that you have the power to keep my name in or out of this Scorpion and the River-god’s fire affair. Well?’
Magnus leant forward and rested his elbows on the table, pressing the tips of his steepled fingers to his lips. ‘Hmmm. Tricky. After all, you did swindle me.’
‘No I didn’t; I just used my normal business practice and you well know it.’
‘Well, Tatianus, I’ll tell you what I know: the Urban Cohorts did raid Sempronius’ place yesterday and they did take away a Scorpion as well as Sempronius himself. The Urban Prefect knows all about your business but turns a blind eye because he can control it much better if he knows how and when items arrive in the city. However, a Scorpion was a step too far and he’s a bit cross, to say the least, and if I was to give the jar of the River-god’s fire to my patron to pass onto him then your days would be up, if you take my meaning?’
‘I do. So what do you propose?’
‘I propose that you give me back the deposit that you cheated me out of and in return I’ll give you back the jar. And then, secondly, I’ve been asked to convey this message: you undertake never to bring in anything more dangerous than swords, slings, bows and those sorts of things, and then the Urban Prefect will be very happy and let you carry on in business.’