The cake-seller wasn’t outside anyway. Instead, I found a public slave, the one who was supposed to sweep up, lock up and look after the torches. He liked to do anything that wasn’t work so he showed me his little equipment hut, where he kept his broom and had his lunch when anybody gave him any. I apologised for not being able to share a pastry with him.
The hut also contained the torches, with their pitch and the flint for lighting them. Remembering that the aedile Manlius Faustus had asked my help in a wedding, I asked if I might borrow one of the torches. I wanted to practise carrying it, as if I was in charge at the wedding procession. The slave said as I was so nice to him, of course I could.
The torch was large and quite heavy. I was glad I had conducted this experiment, because now I could advise Faustus to supply lighter ones. I did it well, but the snivelly little cousins and nephews he had mentioned would not be able to manage.
I took the torch with me into the Circus. There I saw Pollia, who had as big a black eye as Hesper’s. None of the acrobats were practising, so I went up to another young lady, the one called Silvia, who was sitting cross-legged against the barrier around the track. She looked rather gloomy. She said it was because Thalia had forbidden them to perform today.
‘Oh why is that, Silvia?’
‘Too dangerous when participants are having an enormous fight. You cannot risk dangerous throws when your life is in other people’s hands. There has to be complete trust. At the moment someone is likely get dropped — on purpose.’
Silvia pointed out Pollia’s eye, so I mentioned that Hesper had one the same, which Pollia had given him. Silvia snorted. She said it was Hesper who bopped Pollia, though no one knew who hit out first. Pedo, Pollia’s husband, was sporting two black eyes, one each from Hesper and Pollia. That would teach him to weigh in while his wife was disagreeing with her lover. What had it got to do with him anyway?
The little woman Sassia was limping, but she had refused to say how or why that happened. Silvia herself looked unscathed. I asked if that was because she led a moral life, and she replied, no it was because she knew how to hide what she was up to.
‘Will the quarrel be sorted out, Silvia?’
‘Better be. If not, our group will have to break up. Everyone will lose their job. Then Thalia will be short of acts and will have to sell her animals. She won’t get work — and so it goes on.’
I said I was sorry to hear that, then I left her so I could march about to do more practice with my torch.
Thalia called me over. She asked how I was after the upsets yesterday evening. She had been sent a message that my father, Falco, would be coming to the Circus later to watch a rehearsal of his play, The Spook Who Spoke. Afterwards he would take me home with him to dinner, because I was supposed to go every week according to Helena’s conditions and tonight they had the aedile Manlius Faustus coming.
‘Why does he need to see the play if he wrote it?’
‘Re-writes. Plays are all about re-writes. To see if he can twiddle with the script to make improvements. Don’t tell him the best improvement would be to start all over with a decent new play. I remember he’s very touchy about it … Helena has written me a note “Tell Postumus little dumplings”. What’s that about?’
‘Yum! My favourite dish.’ I was not surprised, since if Helena Justina knew I was coming to dinner she was bound to order this for me specially.
Thalia gave me a look as if she thought I might be criticising her as a mother, because she did not know my favourite. It is scrumptious roast chicken served with very little parsley dumplings floating in the juice. Well, I would have told her if she had asked me.
‘Now then,’ said Thalia then, in a tone of voice with which I am familiar. She seemed to have had second thoughts about me being tucked up in my bed all last night. I prepared for a talking too. ‘Can you assure me, Postumus, you were never in the Circus yesterday evening? You did not wear the ghost costume, or loose the dogs, or set fire to the straw? How did you feel about Soterichus dying in our tent like that?’
Albia says you should ask one question at a time, otherwise your suspect will only answer the easiest, where they can safely tell the truth. Nobody can have explained that to Thalia.
‘I was sad about Soterichus being constricted by Jason,’ I answered perfectly honestly.
‘Well, you know it’s a horrible way to die.’
‘I suppose so.’ The man had looked more puzzled than horrified. He seemed too bleary to understand what was going on. ‘But I didn’t want any harm to befall him. I was upset because it was important to have a discussion with him. I had been told he came from Egypt, which has a connection with me being born, so I specially wanted to ask him if he was my father.’
‘Bloody hell!’ exploded Thalia. ‘Only if he was a magician — I didn’t know him until five years ago. Anyway he came from Memphis, not Alexandria, which I can assure you was your place of conception. Mind you, it was on a ship I first met that filthy rogue Geminus so we can call you a sea-baby. Juno, you are a strange little tyke, Postumus!’
Oh good, she was so surprised she forgot her other questions. That saved me having to own up or to be a bad boy who tells lies. Helena and Falco have a rule that I must always tell the truth, which I have solemnly promised to obey, but that is in their house so it might not apply when I was with another mother. Thalia had not thought up any rules for me. If I stayed long, she might get around to it.
The only other thing that happened that morning was that Thalia got in a bate because no members of the public had paid to come inside the Circus. Apparently the usual thing was that after sightseers went to the menagerie they were offered cheap tickets to watch a rehearsal as well. Lysias, who was attending to Roar, told her that now visitors had to pay my new price for the menagerie they wouldn’t part with any more money afterwards.
Thalia and Lysias stood with their arms folded, looking across the track at where I was. They didn’t say anything to me, so I just continued to practise my walking in a torchlight procession.
I had some thoughts there on my own. I was considering this Circus that Nero had completed for chariot races. Afterwards I had been told it was convenient for the crucifixion of many Christians who had confessed to causing a great fire that nearly burned down Rome. This shows that you should never take confessions on trust because it is perfectly possible Nero started that fire himself to clear land to build his Golden House, or that it was simply an accident.
Confessions can be beaten out of people. That was a fact worth remembering. I had not forgotten my investigation into the python’s crime. Sometimes you must pretend to be busy doing something quite different, to lull your quarry into a sense of false security. Any boy knows how to pretend to be playing happily, while he is planning to do something else.
15
Lunch was on the hoof, which only meant flatbreads in the hand and carry on with what you were doing.
Since the acrobats were barred from performing, they just huddled by the racetrack so I went to sit with them. Hesper came slinking up to Pollia.
‘Don’t come whining around me, Hesper. You have ruined my marriage!’
‘You ruined your own marriage!’ snarled Hesper, trying to stop the others hearing, especially Pedo, Pollia’s husband. He was watching with a faint sneer. ‘I thought you were true but you ruined my life!’