So the rooftops were the only safe place to be, which is why finding a route through wasn’t easy.
‘Excuse me… Thank you… May we pass…? Thank you…’
Pantera was the soul of tact, but still, it was like fighting through mud and not helped by the fact that we weren’t entirely sure where we were going.
The silver- boys were up here too. It must have felt odd for them to have their domain so entirely taken over by people who normally didn’t venture higher than the steps up to the local Dionysian temple, but their whistles pierced the constant din of war. No doubt we weren’t following them as well as we could have done, but we ended up in more or less the right place.
The first thing I knew of it was when Pantera grabbed my shoulder and forced me down on to the cold tiles of the roof.
‘ There! ’
‘What?’
Looking over the edge, I saw Guards fighting other Guards, which wasn’t news by then.
‘In that alley. There: at the far end. Geminus and Juvens are searching that street.’ It took me a while to see where Pantera was pointing, to the dingy alley where yet more armoured men were flashing their swords at each other, except they weren’t, they were opening doors and checking inside and not killing anybody. Yet.
‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend.’ Pantera threw me a fleeting grin. ‘And they’re not hunting us, so the next most likely quarry is Caenis and Domitian. We need to help them.’ He was up, spinning on his heel. ‘This way!’
Swift as a squirrel, he led me on to another rooftop, behind the fighting Guards, across the open street and up on to the rooftops on the far side. Here was as packed with people as everywhere else and we made the same slow progress until we came to the row of houses that backed on to those being searched.
‘Excuse me…? I’m sorry… Thank you… Are you for Vespasian or Vitellius?’ And at the blank stare: ‘Are you for the Blues or the Greens?’
‘We’re Blues-men!’ This from a couple of youths no more than thirteen, making like men, but their elders nodded and I saw a woman nursing a child at her breast, who grinned and pointed to the blue riband holding her hair. ‘Blues all the way.’
‘We may need your help shortly,’ Pantera said. ‘There are some Greens trying to get away from the Blues-men and they may be down in the alley. We’ll send word if we find them.’
He spun a coin at the youngest of the boys and dropped down from the roof before they could start asking questions. I followed, fast.
A narrow alley separated the two rows of single-storey houses and we landed in it just in front of a battered door that yielded to two hard kicks from Pantera. Barging through, we found ourselves in a neatly kept small room with whitewashed walls that smelled faintly of mother’s milk and baby-sick. In each back corner was a curtain. Pantera pushed one aside and I saw through into another room, the opposite of tidy, that smelled of old men.
‘The whole street connects,’ he said. ‘If they’re not in this side, we’ll have to cross over and try the row opposite. If you have gods that you trust, start praying!’
We had gone through three rooms, all empty, when the Guards came in behind us.
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We worked in pairs, swiftly, with one man always in the open street.
This was what we were good at. There’s a routine to it that we followed here: kick in the doors and follow in fast and hard, shields up, blades to the front. Keep it sharp and loud and violent and anyone inside is already defeated before they even see you.
Except there was nobody inside: the entire fucking population was on the rooftops chanting the circus songs that went with the chariot races — and we’d been identified as Greens-men in a solidly Blue neighbourhood. Before long half of them were leaning over hurling insults, and I knew from experience that stones followed fast after the words.
I’d been the one keeping watch outside in case our quarry bolted, but now I barrelled after Juvens and Lentulus into a single-roomed dwelling, fastidiously neat, with whitewashed walls and the mellow-sweet-sticky smell of a nursing newborn. We were leaving when a flash of colour in the far corner caught my eye. In three paces, I’d found a blue pale curtain, lifted it and stepped into the next house along.
I didn’t have to speak. Juvens ran outside and found Thrasyllus.
‘They all connect. Take Halotus and go down the line as fast as you can. We’ll take this side. Keep your head down any time you’re outside. It’s getting ugly out here.’
Juvens, Lentulus and I ran together, the rise and fall of the chariot songs over our heads not quite drowning out the sound of our nailed feet on the packed earth ground.
It didn’t quite drown out the whisper of feet that started up ahead of us, either.
‘ There! ’
You’d be amazed by how fast we ran, then.
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Caenis
‘ Borros! ’
‘Felix!’
You’d think they were brothers, separated for years, the way they lit up when they saw each other.
With the Guards on our tails, there wasn’t time to explain to either boy that Jocasta and Pantera were no longer on the same side, and even if one of us had tried I don’t think Felix and Borros would have listened.
There was a brief, sharp moment, when both Jocasta and Pantera reached that same conclusion, and then Pantera said, ‘Geminus and Juvens are three rooms behind us. We have to get out. Felix, climb up on to the rooftops and tell the Blues’ supporters up there that Greens-men are in their houses trying to hide from the Blues. Tell them to whistle the Blues-men this way. ‘Borros-’ Pantera swung towards the big Briton. ‘We’re going to take a right turn out of the door, down to the end of the street, right again and up towards the forum. Can you carry the lady Caenis? We will have to move fast and you may have to shield her with your body.’
‘Of course. My lady?’
He was huge. I couldn’t have argued if I had wanted to; and I didn’t want to.
He swept me up and carried me cradled in his arms as a child carries a wooden doll, and with as little effort.
In two sentences I was safe, and Felix, if he had been a danger, was neutralized. I saw sheer horror flash across Jocasta’s face, saw her eyes narrow on a thought, saw her hand move to her girdle — and fall away again as Geminus and Juvens, two men I knew only in passing, burst into the other side of what was a very tiny room.
The only good thing was that they didn’t carry spears.
We ran, just as Pantera had said we must, out of the door, right and right again at the end of the street.
By the time we turned right the second time, there were five green-marked men on our heels, howling.
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Geminus
So close!
We were yards from them. Feet, even. We nearly had our blades in their backs, but Hades they could run fast, and while we might have caught up with them on any normal day, on this day we were Greens-men in a ghetto that was solidly for the Blues and they had, as I’d thought, swapped their insults for stones, slates, vegetables, knives; anything they could lay their hands on that might slow us: and it did.
We ran through a hail of missiles, to which was soon added half a unit of blue-scarved men, drawn by the halloos of a bunch of youths who capered across the rooftops and drew them on to us. Amidst them, I spotted Felix, his near-albino colouring standing out like a beacon. I think it was then that I had the first inkling of how false was the path on which we had been led. There wasn’t time to think of it, though: in one moment, we were chasing our fugitives; in the next, we were fugitives ourselves, hurtling down alleys, trying to escape the increasing mass of blue-marked men on our tails.