I took the drinking cup and drained it. Peppery it wasn’t. As for strange — there are times when even Roman fish sauce would improve a flavour! Faustina was right about one thing though. It did seem to clear my head.
‘You hesitated. Did you fear poison?’ Junio said, when she had gone, and I was sipping a cup of cool water to dispel the taste. ‘I would have tested it for you. But surely she would not poison you so openly? Marcus might grant a general pardon over Crassus, if a single killer was discovered, but poisoning you would lead to certain death.’
He looked at me for confirmation. I raised an eyebrow. I have been trying to encourage Junio in other skills, as well as pavement making.
He said slowly, ‘Though I suppose she might do it to protect Rufus.’ He frowned. ‘But that would mean that he killed Crassus. Or that she suspected him, at least.’
‘I think she does. She knows he was missing from the procession. He denies “touching” Crassus, but she knows that poison was used.’
‘It was?’
‘I am sure of it. There may have been damage to the face, perhaps, but nothing that could have been fatal. The back of the neck is untouched, and there is no sign of strangling. There were no marks on the rest of the body, and poison would explain so many things. I think Crassus, for instance, came back here of his own accord.’ I outlined my theory of Daedalus and the mask. ‘No doubt he had arranged to meet someone.’
‘But,’ Junio said excitedly, ‘he didn’t necessarily meet anybody. It may not be important who else was missing from the procession. Suppose he had arranged to wait for someone, in the stoke room perhaps? If he were tricked into taking poison, disguised in wine for instance, he might have died alone. No one would go there, with the fires down. The killer could have come back later and put the head into the furnace.’
I thought about this. ‘Why should anyone do that?’
‘To disguise the signs? Burning him does not hide that he is dead, of course, but it deflects the thoughts from poison.’ He stopped. ‘I see your reasoning. It might equally deflect the thoughts from people who know about poison — prevent them from being immediately suspected. No wonder you were hesitant about drinking that remedy.’
I raised an eyebrow, approvingly.
Another thought seemed to strike him. ‘And of course, she would not poison you outright. A little poison in each drink — not too much — the thing is simply done. You have received a head wound too, so that if you become confused and ill, it is easy to account for. And all the while, it would seem as if she was trying to cure you. I am sorry, master. You were right. I should not doubt your judgement.’
I grinned at him. ‘Then let us hope my judgement is correct. I drank her potion. Otherwise, you reason much as I did. Except that I am fairly convinced that Crassus was not here alone. Someone must have put the head into the furnace early, while the fires were still hot, or the face would not have been so burned. Later, after the procession, the fires would have died. But enough of that. Here is Aulus, sent to answer your summons!’
I took care that the gatekeeper did not hear that, of course. It would not have pleased him to think he had been summoned by a mere slave, and he looked even more menacingly large in my bedchamber than he had seemed in his own. I had no wish to displease him. He was already scowling nervously.
‘Aulus,’ I said heartily, as if this was a social call of his own desiring, ‘how good of you to come. I need your talents. You found me, I hear, after I was attacked?’
The scowl lifted slightly, and he gave me a conspiratorial nudge. ‘You were lying face down on Paulus’ bed. I didn’t see who did it. If I had. .’ He fingered the cudgel at his belt.
You would have knocked him on the head? I thought, but I did not say so. He was unlikely to see the irony, but I was taking no chances. Instead I said, ‘Thank you for saving me. It is lucky you came to be there, at that hour.’ What were you doing there, is what I meant.
He understood. ‘Andretha sent me, to collect a clean tunic for the procession. You can ask him. I was not in the sleeping quarters more than half a minute. He saw me go in, and as soon as I found you I went out and fetched him.’ Aulus was so anxious to defend himself that he was not even angry at the inquisition.
‘Very well,’ I said, glad to move off dangerous ground. ‘Now, tell me about these meetings that you saw — when Crassus met this soldier at the gate.’
That pleased him. He seemed to take reference to his spying as a professional compliment. ‘Two meetings, citizen, at twilight. And both times Crassus tried to order me away.’
‘And the soldier,’ I said. ‘Would you recognise him again?’
He shook his head. ‘No, citizen. With cheekplates, it is hard to identify a face, even when you are looking in broad daylight. In poor light it is impossible. It was a centurion both times, that is all I know; he had one of those sideways crests on his helmet.’
‘And you don’t know if it was the same man each time?’
‘I could not tell. I was too far away. I do not think it was. There was something about the second one — he seemed bigger, more confident. More of a swaggering air, like Crassus himself. But I could not swear that they were different.’
‘And from which direction did the soldier come?’
Aulus looked startled. ‘I am not sure. But he must have come down the lane from the military road. There is nothing in the other direction but a few peasant farms. The track goes further, but it is a woeful one. Dangerous, too. There are wolves in the forest.’
‘And towards the high road?’
‘You have seen it, citizen. Nothing at all on the main lane, and not much more on the old road, except the ruined roundhouse. He would hardly go there.’ He gave me a suggestive leer. ‘Mind you, that has been used by one or two other people, for different purposes. Several people, apart from Rufus and his girl. I could tell you a few stories. . at a price.’
‘Related to this matter?’ I said, severely. Sexual tittle-tattle was not to my taste.
He shook his head, looking disappointed. I imagine that for Aulus this kind of salacious gossip was quite a profitable sideline. He brightened again. ‘I do have something for you, citizen. Something I found out on the kitchen pile.’
Only a spy would search the kitchen pile — the heap of refuse and scraps which were thrown from the window, often rendered even more aromatic by the addition of leftovers from the slaughterblock.
I managed a smile. ‘And what is that?’
I do not know what I expected. Incriminating love-messages perhaps, scratched on a wax tablet. Something like that. I was not at all prepared for what he offered me.
It was a small, glass, stoppered phial, no longer than my finger, and threaded with a leather thong through a small loop near the neck. It was empty. I knew what it was. I had seen one very like it recently — on Paulus’ tray. One of Regina’s phials. I thought of the potions I had drunk, and paled.
‘I don’t know,’ Aulus was saying, in a whisper that today smelt of boiled cabbage, ‘if that is helpful, citizen?’
I managed to say, ‘Most helpful. Thank you.’
He smirked hopefully. ‘Shall I be. . rewarded?’
‘I will speak to Marcus,’ I said. If I started to pay for information like this I should soon be begging myself. ‘I am to see him later. In the meantime, if Junio will give me his arm we will peep in at the librarium pavement. I am still a little unsteady on my feet.’
I didn’t say so to Aulus but I also had another expedition in mind. Remembering that piece of scale-armour, I was not at all sure that he was right about Crassus not going to the roundhouse.
I wanted to have another look.
Chapter Fifteen
But first I had promised Junio the librarium.