Emperor: The Death of Kings

by Conn Iggulden

  Brutus frowned slightly. “Of course. I’ll take my men back to the city barracks and stay the night there. Let him know where I am.”

  “I didn’t mean . . . you don’t have to leave, lad,” Tubruk said quickly.

  Brutus shook his head. “No. You’re right. This is a time for him to be with his family. I’ll see him tomorrow.” He turned stiffly and ordered his men into a marching column outside the gates.

  Cabera wandered into the estate yard, beaming at everything. “Tubruk!” he called. “You are going to feed us well, yes? It’s been such a long time since I had good wine and those civilized little dishes you Romans are so proud of. Do you want me to see the cook? I liked that man, he was a fine singer. Are you well?”

  Tubruk lost the frown that had creased his forehead as Brutus marched away. It was impossible not to be touched by the wave of enthusiasm Cabera seemed to bring with him wherever he went. He had missed the old man as much as anyone and came down the steps to greet him.

  Cabera saw the old gladiator glance after Brutus and patted his shoulder.

  “Let the boy go. He always was a prickly one, remember? They will be like brothers again tomorrow, but Julius has a lot of catching up to do first.”

  Tubruk blew air out of his cheeks and gripped the slender shoulders of the healer with rekindling enthusiasm. “The cook will despair when he sees how many he has to feed, but I promise you, it will be better than the rations you’re used to.”

  “Aim much higher than that,” Cabera replied seriously.

  * * *

  Cornelia turned quickly when she heard running footsteps. For a second, she didn’t recognize the officer standing there, tanned and thin from his travels. Then his face lit with pleasure and he stepped forward to wrap his arms around her. She held him tightly, breathing in the smell of his skin and laughing as he lifted her to the points of her feet.

  “It’s been such a long time without you,” he said, his eyes sparkling over her shoulder as he pressed the air out of her. Her ribs ached by the time he let go, but she didn’t care at all.

  For a long time, Julius was able to forget everything but the beautiful woman in his arms. At last he put her down and stepped back, holding her hand as if unwilling to let her stray from him again.

  “You’re still gorgeous, wife,” he said. “And I hear we have a daughter.”

  Cornelia pursed her lips in irritation. “I wanted to tell you myself. Clodia, bring her in now,” she called, and her nurse entered quickly enough to make it obvious that she had been standing outside waiting for them to finish.

  The little girl looked around with interest as she was brought to her parents in Clodia’s arms. Her eyes were the same soft brown as her mother’s, but her hair was as dark as Julius’s own. He smiled at the child and she beamed back at him, her cheeks dimpling.

  “She’s almost two now and a terror round the house. She knows a lot of words already when she’s not too shy,” Cornelia said proudly, taking her from Clodia.

  Julius wrapped his arms around both of them and applied a gentle pressure.

  “I used to dream of seeing you again at the worst times. I didn’t even know you were pregnant when I left,” he said as he released them. “Does she walk yet?”

  Both Clodia and Cornelia nodded and smiled at each other. Cornelia set her daughter down and they watched as she trotted around the room, stopping to examine everything she came across.

  “I called her Julia, after you. I wasn’t sure if you were coming back and . . .” Cornelia’s eyes filled with tears and Julius held her tightly again.

  “All right, wife, I made it home. That’s an end to it.”

  “Things were . . . difficult for a while. Tubruk had to sell some of the land to pay the ransom.”

  She hesitated before telling him everything. Sulla was dead, thank all the merciful gods. It would only hurt Julius to know what she had suffered at his hands. She would warn Tubruk to say nothing.

  “Tubruk sold some of the land?” Julius said in surprise. “I had hoped . . . no, it doesn’t matter. I’ll get it back. I want to hear everything that has happened in the city since I left, but it will have to wait until I have had a long bath and changed my clothes. We came straight here from the coast without entering the city.” He raised a hand to stroke her hair and she shivered slightly at the touch. “I have a surprise for you,” he said, calling in his men.

  Cornelia waited patiently with Clodia and her daughter while Julius’s men brought in their packs, piling them in the center of the room. Her husband was still the same whirlwind of energy she remembered. He called for servants to show the men the way to the wine stores with orders to take as much as they needed. More were dispatched on a dozen errands and the house came to scurrying life around him. Finally, he closed the door and beckoned Cornelia over to the leather packs.

  She and Clodia let out unwilling gasps as they saw the shine of gold coins inside as he undid one flap. He laughed with pleasure and showed them more and more of them, full of bars or coin in silver and gold.

  “All the ransom and four times as much again,” he said cheerfully as he retied the packs. “We will buy our land back.”

  Cornelia wanted to ask where he had found such wealth, but as her eyes traveled over the white scars on his dark arms and the deep one on his brow, she stayed silent. He had paid heavily for it.

  “Tata?” came a little voice, and Julius laughed as he looked down and found the small figure with her hands upraised to be held.

  “Yes, my darling girl. I am your father, come home from the ships. Now I am for a good soak and a fine meal before sleep. The thought of being in my own bed is a pleasure I can hardly describe.”

  His daughter laughed at his words and he hugged her.

  “Gently! She’s not one of your soldiers, you know,” Clodia said, reaching up to take her.

  Julius felt a pang as the child left his arms and he sighed with satisfaction as he looked at them all.

  “There’s so much to do, my darling,” he said to his wife.

  * * *

  Too impatient in the end to wait, Julius had called for Tubruk to report to him while he bathed the dust and filth of the journey from his body. The hot water turned a dark gray after moments of scrubbing, and the heat made his heart thump away some of the weariness.

  Tubruk stood at the end of the narrow pool and recited the financial dealings of the estate over the previous three years, as once he had for Julius’s father. When Julius was finally clean, he seemed younger than the dark warrior who had first come into sight at the head of a column. His eyes were a washed-out blue, and when the rush of energy from the hot water faded, Julius could barely stay awake to listen.

  Before the young man could fall asleep in the pool, Tubruk handed him a soft robe and towels and left him. His step was light as he walked down the corridors of the estate, listening to the songs of the drunken soldiers outside. For the first time since the event, the guilt that had plagued him over his part in the death of Sulla lifted as if it had never existed. He thought he would tell him when all the business of his return to Rome was settled and things were quiet again. The murder had been done in his name after all, and if Julius knew, Tubruk would be able to send anonymous gifts to the families of Casaverius, Fercus, and the parents of the young soldier who had stood against him at the gate. Especially Fercus, whose family were almost destitute without him. Tubruk owed them everything for their father’s courage, and he knew Julius would feel the same.

  He passed Aurelia’s door and heard a low keening from the room inside. Tubruk hesitated. Julius was too tired to rouse and he hadn’t yet asked after his mother. Tubruk wanted nothing more than to go to his own bed after a long day, but then he sighed and went in.

  CHAPTER 28

  The messenger from the Senate arrived the following dawn. It took Tubruk some time to rouse Julius, and when he finally greeted the Senate runner, he was still less than fully alert. After so many months of tension
, the one night in his own home had done little to remove the bone-deep exhaustion.

  Yawning, Julius rubbed a hand through his hair and smiled blearily at the young man from the city. “I am Julius Caesar. Deliver your message.”

  “The Senate requires you to attend a full council at noon today, master,” the messenger said quickly.

  Julius blinked. “That’s all?” he asked flatly.

  The messenger shifted slightly. “That is the official message, master. I do know a little more, from the gossip amongst the runners.”

  “Tubruk?” Julius said, and watched as the estate manager passed over a silver coin to the man.

  “Well?” Julius asked when the coin had disappeared into a hidden pouch. The messenger smiled.

  “They say you are to be given the rank of tribune for your work in Greece.”

  “Tribune?” Julius looked at Tubruk, who shrugged as he spoke.

  “It’s a step on the ladder,” the estate manager replied calmly, indicating the messenger with his eyes. Julius understood and dismissed the runner back to the city.

  When they were alone, Tubruk clapped him on the back.

  “Congratulations. Now are you going to tell me how you earned it? Unlike the Senate, I don’t have messengers to run all over the place for me. All I have heard is that you beat Mithridates and overran an army twenty times your size.”

  Julius barked a surprised laugh. “Next week it will be thirty times the size, as the Roman gossips tell the story. Perhaps I shouldn’t correct them,” he said wryly. “Come for a walk with me and I’ll tell you all the details. I want to see where this new boundary is.”

  He saw Tubruk’s sudden frown and smiled to ease the man’s worry.

  “I was surprised when Cornelia told me. I never thought you of all people would sell land.”

  “It was that or send the ransom short, lad, and there’s only one son of the house.”

  Julius gripped his shoulder in sudden affection. “I know, I’m only teasing you. It was the right thing to do and I have the funds to buy it back.”

  “I sold it to Suetonius’s father,” Tubruk said grimly.

  Julius paused as he took this in. “He would have known it was for the ransom. He had to raise one for his son, after all. Did you get a good price?”

  Tubruk replied with a pained expression. “Not really. He drove a very hard bargain and I had to let more of it go than I wanted. I’m sure he saw it as good business, but it was”—he screwed his face up as if something bitter had entered his mouth—“shameful.”

  Julius took a deep breath. “Show me how much we’ve lost and then we’ll work out how to get the old man to return it to me. If he’s anything like his son, it won’t be easy. I want to be back for when my mother wakes, Tubruk. I have a . . . great deal to tell her.”

  Something stopped Julius telling Tubruk about the head wound and the fits that came after it. In part, it was shame at the lack of understanding he had shown his mother over the years, which he knew he had to put right. More than that, though, he didn’t want to see pity in the old gladiator’s eyes. He didn’t think he could bear it.

  Together, they walked out of the estate and up the hill to the woods that Julius had run through as a boy, Tubruk listening as Julius told him everything that had happened in the years he had been away from the city.

  The new boundary was a solid wooden fence right across the path where Julius remembered digging a wolf trap for Suetonius years before. The sight of it on land that had been in his family for generations made him want to break it down, but instead he leaned on it, deep in thought.

  “I have enough gold to offer him far more than the land is worth, but that sticks in my throat, Tubruk. I don’t like to be cheated.”

  “He’ll be at the Senate meeting at noon. You could sound him out there. We may be misjudging the man. Perhaps he will offer to return the land for what he paid for it,” Tubruk said, his doubts showing clearly.

  Julius knocked his knuckles on the solid fence and sighed. “Somehow I doubt that. Suetonius must be home by now and we fell out about a few things on the ships and in Greece. He won’t be wanting to do me any favors, but I am getting my father’s land back. I’ll see what Marcus thinks.”

  “Brutus now, you realize? Did you know he made centurion with the Bronze Fist? He’ll be wanting your advice about Primigenia as well.”

  Julius nodded and smiled at the thought of being able to talk again with his old friend. “He must be the youngest general Rome has ever had,” he said, chuckling.

  Tubruk snorted. “A legate without a legion, then.” He sobered suddenly, his eyes becoming cold with memory. “Sulla had the name struck from the legion rolls after Marius’s death. It was awful in Rome for a while. Nobody was safe, not even the Senate. Anyone Sulla named as enemy of the state was dragged out of their home and executed without trial. I thought of taking Cornelia and the baby away, but . . .” He caught himself, remembering what Cornelia had said to him as he returned to his own room from Aurelia’s the night before, while Julius lay deeply asleep.

  The old gladiator felt torn between his loyalties to Julius and to Cornelia. His relationship with both of them was far closer to fatherly love than the professional duty of an estate manager. He hated to keep secrets, but he knew that what had happened with Sulla should be hers to tell first.

  Julius didn’t seem to notice his preoccupation, lost in thought himself.

  “Thank the Furies that bastard’s dead, Tubruk. I don’t know what I’d have done if he’d lived. I suppose I could have written to you to take my family out of the country, but a life in exile would have been the end of me. I can’t describe what it felt like to touch my feet on Roman soil again after so long. I hadn’t really known the strength of it until I left, you understand?”

  “You know I do, lad. I don’t know how Cabera can stand to wander as he does. A rootless life is beyond me, but then perhaps we have deeper roots than most, here.”

  Julius let his gaze pass over the green-shadowed woods that held so many memories, and his resolve firmed. He would have back what had been taken.

  Another thought struck him. “What of Marius’s house in the city?”

  “It is lost,” Tubruk said without looking at him. “Sold at auction when Sulla was declared Dictator. A great deal of property changed hands by his order. Crassus bought some of it, but for the most part the bidding was a farce, with Sulla’s supporters taking the best.”

  “Do you know who lives there now?” Julius asked, his voice tight with anger.

  Tubruk shrugged. “It was given to Antonidus, Sulla’s general, or rather he paid a tiny amount of its worth. They called him Sulla’s dog for his loyalty, but he gained a great deal from his master.”

  Julius clenched a fist slowly. “That is a problem I can settle today, after the Senate meeting. Does he have many soldiers at his command, this Antonidus?”

  Tubruk frowned as he understood, then a smile tugged at his mouth. “A few house guards. He has a nominal rank, which no one has thought to take from him, but he is not linked to a particular legion. You have the men to turn him out if you do it quickly.”

  “Then I shall do it quickly,” Julius replied, turning away from the fence and looking back toward the estate. “Will my mother be awake by now?”

  “She usually is. She doesn’t sleep much these days,” Tubruk replied. “Her illness is the same, but you should know she grows weaker.”

  Julius looked with affection on the old gladiator, whose emotions were always closer to the surface than he pretended. “She would be lost without you,” he said.

  Tubruk looked away and cleared his throat as they began to walk back to the estate. His continuing duty to Aurelia was not open for discussion, despite the fact that it had been more and more in his thoughts over the previous few months. He thought of her when he looked at Clodia and admitted the affection that had sprung out of nothing to surprise him. Cornelia’s nurse was a gentlewoman and she h
ad made it clear that she shared the quiet love he felt for her. Yet there was Aurelia to care for and he knew he could never retire to a small house in the city while there was still that obligation in his life, even if they could buy Clodia free of slavery as she seemed so sure they could. There was little to be gained in worrying about the future, he reflected as they neared the estate. It made a mockery of planning, every time. All they could ever do was be ready for the swift turns and changes it would bring.

  Octavian was waiting for them at the gate. Julius looked at him blankly as they drew abreast, pausing in surprise as the small boy bowed deeply to him.

  “And who is this?” he said, turning to Tubruk, amazed to see him blushing in embarrassment.

  “His name is Octavian, master. I did tell him I would present him to you when there was time, but he has lost his patience yet again, I see.”

  Octavian paled slightly at the criticism. It was true that he hadn’t been able to wait, but he hadn’t disobeyed so much as assumed Tubruk would have changed his mind, which was entirely different, he thought.

  “Tubruk is looking after me for my mother,” he said brightly to Julius. “I am learning how to fight with a gladius and ride horses and—”

  Tubruk cuffed him gently to stop the recitation, his embarrassment growing. He had meant to explain the situation to Julius, and was mortified to have it thrust on him without a moment to prepare.

  “Alexandria brought him,” he said, sending Octavian tottering away with a push in the direction of the stables. “He is a distant relative of yours, from your grandfather’s sister. Aurelia seems to like him, but he’s still learning his manners.”

  “And how to fight with a gladius and ride horses?” Julius asked, enjoying Tubruk’s confusion with gentle amusement. Seeing the estate manager flustered was a new experience for him, and he was quite happy to allow it to run for a while.

  Tubruk scratched the back of his ear with a grimace and looked after Octavian as the little boy finally took the hint and trotted out of sight.

  “That was my idea. He was being hurt by apprentices in the city, and I thought I could show him how to take care of himself. I was going to clear it with you, but . . .”