I, Claudia

by Marilyn Todd

  Come to think of it, Larentia sounded puzzled at the time. Why didn’t I pick up on that? If Orbilio could work it out, I bloody well should have. Serves you right, a little voice answered. You shouldn’t have assumed Gaius threw it away, even though he promised. You knew he was preoccupied over Lucius, you stupid cow, you should have checked.

  ‘And then there was Ligarius. Your steward mentioned he was hanging around in the street every night. It was only a question of following him to his tavern, throwing in your name, and that was it. The floodgates opened.’

  Bastard. Her swore he’d never let her down. Men!

  ‘So the night he burst in, you clonked him over the head to spare my blushes. How frightfully gallant.’

  ‘Chivalry’s always been my downfall.’ Slowly Orbilio crossed to the aviary, keeping his back turned towards her. ‘Same as I didn’t want to believe it was you in the tenement last month.’

  ‘I thought we’d established it was Melissa.’

  ‘Melissa, yes, Melissa. I was searching her room for money, remember? It occurred to me Crassus might not have been tied up by the man who killed him, suppose something kinky was going on? Could Melissa have been offering such a service? Why not? And suppose Gaius was her pimp, the man who tipped her the wink about which punters were willing and how much to charge? When I heard about her selling the brooch and found the green tunic, it all fell into place.’

  He paused. A rock seemed to have lodged in his throat as he remembered seeing Callisunus with his twin.

  ‘But I was wrong. A man will see only what he wants to see, and I wanted to believe it was Melissa with those men, not you, but the evidence was piled against it. Rufus was so cocksure the woman he’d seen wore a stola, I couldn’t shake him on it. Now a slave might pull on a fine linen tunic and pass as freeborn, but she’d never dare don that distinguishing symbol of Roman motherhood the stola. Whichever way I tried, you see, there was only one solution. It was you. You were in the tenement, Claudia. You found Crassus’s body. Because you were working again.’

  ‘Rubbish. Why would I do a thing like that?’

  ‘To pay off Lucan. That debt stood at well over two thousand sesterces the night young Otho called to pay his respects. Correct me if I’m wrong, Claudia, those six men were tricks.’

  Vulgar word. Claudia tossed her head in disdain. What the hell. No one can prove Gaius didn’t know my background, the will’s still valid. Nothing can take that away. It means moving on, of course, but I’ve done it before and no doubt I’ll do it again.

  ‘So now you know the risks I’m running by re-opening the case.’ She hoped from that distance he couldn’t hear the quiver in her voice.

  Orbilio turned round. There was little trace of the boyish charm on his pinched features. ‘Tell me one thing, Claudia, and answer me honestly. Do you have a lover?’

  ‘A lover? With that list of punters? Do me a favour!’ His face relaxed, as though a weight had been lifted from his mind. The dancing light in his eyes was back as he squared his shoulders. ‘Then I categorically refuse to re-open the case. You see, if you don’t have a lover, who else would kill for you?’

  ‘No one’s killing for me, they’re just picking off my clients. I’ve told you, I don’t know who it is yet, but it has to be one of them. I’ve…eliminated all bar six.’

  ‘How many were there? All right, all right, you don’t have to answer that. All the same, I can’t buy it. Sorry, Claudia, I don’t believe Gaius was set up by one of your punters.’

  Neither do I.

  ‘I want his name cleared, that’s all. If you re-open the case, that will happen automatically.’

  ‘Good grief, how many times do I have to tell you before it sinks in? Gaius killed them!’

  ‘Orbilio, are you being dense deliberately? Why should he do a thing like that?’

  ‘I’ve just proved it, for gods’ sakes. He loved you, isn’t that enough? You were sleeping with these men—’

  ‘I was not! They want to be spanked, beaten, whipped, you name it, but believe me, these guys don’t want sex.’

  ‘Really? You mean you didn’t…’ Orbilio cleared his throat. ‘Stop splitting hairs. The point is, Gaius and you had separate rooms, he thought they were getting what he wasn’t so—wallop! Exit the competition.’

  Claudia put her hands on her hips, cocked her head on one side and smiled. ‘You know, Marcus, we seem to have come by a convoluted route, but I think we’re finally getting there. Haven’t I been telling you all along Gaius didn’t have a motive for killing these men?’

  ‘For crying out loud, woman, I’ve just given you one!’

  ‘Uh-uh. You’ve merely talked yourself out of one. Gaius didn’t love me, I was another of his trophies, that’s all. He married me for my looks and my character, another symbol of his success. Now why do you suppose I was so keen to get rid of the oik? Did you really think I couldn’t handle whatever he might let slip? No, Marcus, I wanted that boy out of the house before Gaius could lay his pudgy white paws on him.’

  She paused and looked up at him. ‘Now are you beginning to understand?’

  XXV

  The light was fading by the time Claudia returned to the house. Orbilio had insisted she stay to eat, but instead of thrashing out the business in hand the conversation drifted on to all manner of subjects, weighty and light, and to her astonishment the afternoon just vanished. For several minutes she simply sat in the litter composing herself. It left you raw, a day like this. You felt as though you’d been peeled and turned inside out. Claudia leaned back on the cushions. They were grubby and the drapes far inferior to her own, but for once she didn’t grumble about using public conveyances. To be honest, she was glad Orbilio had sent for one of these, rather than her own litter, much longer and Claudia might have started to enjoy herself.

  The dining room had been as gracious as the rest of the house, the cushions the most comfortable she’d reclined on for many a year and the food exquisite. Scallops from Chios, fried chicken, baked bread with garlic, and sweet, unblemished fruit. She’d been waiting for him to lean over to try to kiss and fondle her, to suggest they retreat to his bedroom and spend the night there, yet he hadn’t so much as touched her. The hours drifted by, with him propped up on one elbow as they laughed and argued and ate and drank. Finally, when she stood up to leave, she asked him again whether he’d re-open the case, and he answered with a simple yes. He would call in the morning, before the burial. They could thrash out a list of suspects.

  He was adamant Gaius hadn’t been killed by the man who murdered the others, although he was prepared to go along with it for the moment, since it would be sufficient to swing Callisunus against making his announcement, at least for a day or two. He made a great point of stressing his hope that there weren’t too many skeletons in the Seferius closet, because once he started his investigations, nothing—but nothing—would stop him from seeking out the truth. Did she still want him to probe? She nodded vehemently. By the time he’d dug down that deep, there’d be nothing to find—she promised herself that!

  Claudia puffed out her cheeks. She’d got what she came for, Gaius’s name would be cleared, yet instead of a sense of satisfaction her brain was in turmoil. Orbilio had sown so many kinds of doubts in her head, that if only half of them germinated she felt she’d explode. In his book, he said, everyone was a suspect, she would do well to bear that in mind. She ought to think carefully, he said. Recap events before Tigellinus was killed back in January, because you couldn’t afford to overlook the slightest detail. Same as you couldn’t rule out without checking and double-checking. Why was she so certain it was a punter? It made no kind of sense, he said, there was no motive. She might be the link between, but without identifying a motive she was whistling in the dark. She should take his word for it, he said. Love was the motive for these crimes, he would bet his boots on that. Finding herself uncomfortable under the intensity of his stare, Claudia quickly pooh-poohed the idea, but Orbilio pressed on.
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  Had she, for instance, considered Junius as a candidate for Gaius’s murder? No, she replied, she had not, finding that for some reason she was unable to look the investigator in the eye for once. Then she should, he said, and as for the man knocking off her tricks, had she considered Ligarius? This time she could say honestly that no, she hadn’t reckoned on Liggy’s involvement in this. Since Antonia died he’d gone to pieces, certainly, and lately he’d become somewhat unstable, but that didn’t make him a violent man. Not in the cold-blooded way Marcus was talking about. Ah, but suppose Ligarius thinks he’s protecting you in some way, he’d said. After all, the first murder took place shortly after Antonia’s death, didn’t it? Claudia scoffed. Good life in Illyria, whatever was he thinking of? She knew Liggy of old. What he lacked in brains he might make up for in brawn, but a killer? Never. All the same, the spectre—once raised—seemed extremely reluctant to depart…

  Cypassis was standing outside in the street as Claudia tipped the litter bearers and dismissed them.

  ‘The family’s inside,’ she whispered, wrinkling her nose. ‘Been cooling their heels since noon.’

  Claudia resisted the urge to hug this big-boned peasant girl. She catches on quick, she thought. She’s only been here a week and she’s sussed out the situation already. It hadn’t taken them long, she thought, before they realized the will was inviolate. She’d expected them to come creeping back soon enough, but obviously they wanted to ingratiate themselves before the burial tomorrow. One big happy family, et cetera, et cetera. United in grief and, goodness me, no—the money doesn’t mean a thing. Claudia shook her skirts, adjusted her curls and prepared for action.

  ‘Claudia!’

  ‘Marcellus.’

  She wondered how long he’d been waiting by the front door. Hours and hours, with any luck.

  ‘I’m sorry we were forced to stay away from the funeral. It was agony knowing there was no one but you to mourn Gaius at the pyre, but we’ll be with you tomorrow, love. Right behind you all the way.’

  ‘Splendid.’

  There would be ample time afterwards to tell him that, however much Gaius might have put up with his incessant sponging, she was not prepared to tolerate it one moment longer.

  ‘Claudia, don’t walk away, there’s something I want to say to you.’

  ‘I’m still waiting, Marcellus. Four minutes have ticked past already, and you haven’t opened your mouth yet.’ When he grinned, you could see every gap in his teeth. ‘Do I sense a smidgen of frustration here, Claudia?’

  ‘Well if anyone can, you can, because I’m sure it’s something you have a lot of experience with. Now unless you want us both to die of old age, kindly spit it out.’

  ‘Phew! How can I say this?’

  ‘Try quickly.’

  The pitted face moved closer to hers. ‘Very well, then, I’ll be blunt. I know Gaius had been depressed for some time and I know he wasn’t doing right by you, but I will, Claudia. I’ll do right by you.’

  ‘Marcellus, what on earth are you talking about?’

  ‘You know.’

  ‘Call me thick, but sorry, I’m not quite up there with you. Could you give me a tinksy-winksy clue, just to get me started?’

  ‘Claudia, I know what’s missing from your life and I can provide it.’

  Give me strength!

  ‘Exactly what can you provide, Marcellus?’

  ‘Sex, of course.’

  ‘Sex? Sex? Am I hearing you right? My husband’s ashes are sitting in his room waiting to be buried, yet you’re offering to fuck me as a favour?’

  ‘Well, I wouldn’t put it quite so crudely, but—yes. I’m thirty-four, in my prime, I’ll have you know. Oh, I’ve felt the shivers that run down your body every time I stroke you, the way you twitched when my hand caressed your breast. Remus, Claudia, we can make sweet, sweet music, so… What do you say?’

  ‘Just this, Marcellus.’ Claudia stepped back, balled her fist and punched him squarely on the nose.

  *

  Oil lamps had been burning for an hour before Claudia returned to the atrium. When she saw Antonius coming out of the latrines, she made a silent beckoning signal then turned back up the stairs to her room. A good ten minutes passed before he slipped in. Drusilla, woken from her sleep on the bed, raised her hackles and began to growl.

  ‘Sssh, it’s only Antonius.’

  The cat didn’t seem mollified, neither did Scaevola. Having heard what had happened to Otho, he backed against the wall.

  ‘I hate to do this, Drusilla, but it’s the only way. We need to talk and you? You’ll bring the whole house running. That, I’m afraid, will never do.’

  Claudia scooped up the cat, stiff with rage and indignation, and tipped her gently through the open window amid howls of protest. There was a ledge below. She’d probably sit on that and sulk. Claudia closed the shutters behind her.

  Antonius grinned. ‘Holding up all right?’

  ‘Not too bad. You?’

  ‘Suppose so. May I?’ He nodded towards the jug of wine that lived on her table.

  ‘Help yourself, Tony, you always have.’

  ‘Yes, but it’s different now. I mean, I’ve never been inside your bedroom before.’

  Claudia smiled. ‘Well, the same can’t be said of you, my friend. I know every cube of mosaic like the back of my hand. Floor and ceiling!’

  Antonius laughed with her. ‘Good times, Claudia. Bloody good times, in fact.’ He poured two glasses of wine. ‘To good times to come!’

  She slipped out of her sandals and positioned herself on the bed, tucking her feet underneath her. ‘You’re a very handsome man, Tony Scaevola.’ Lean, grey, muscular. ‘Can’t imagine why Flavia didn’t snap you up right from the start.’

  Who else would have her? If Claudia had told her once, she’d told her a thousand times. Don’t bite your nails, don’t suck your hair and don’t hunch over like that or you’ll be round-shouldered by the time you’re twenty. On the other hand, taking a bath occasionally might be to your advantage.

  Antonius sat beside her and leaned over. ‘You won’t believe this, the little bitch actually wants to marry me now.’

  ‘Well, she would, wouldn’t she? Gaius cut her out of his will, Marcellus is broke and you, my old cobber, are not exactly destitute. Julia will have convinced her it’s a smart move, considering your elevated position in the Treasury. It’s goodbye tears, hello flattery.’

  ‘She tried that with our patrician friend.’

  ‘Orbilio? She never stood a chance with him. He was flirting with her to wind me up and, again, I think you’ll find Auntie Julia told Flavia the facts of life about patricians and equestrians. Particularly penniless equestrians. You’re the best bet that child’s got.’

  ‘Tough. An heiress I’d marry, but to take Old Grizzle-guts for free? No way.’ He refilled both glasses. ‘I haven’t told her yet. I thought I’d wait until after the burial tomorrow, because Gaius deserves a decent showing, and it’s better I attend as a son-in-law than merely an old friend.’ He gulped his wine. ‘That edict was a bloody disgrace.’

  ‘I didn’t see you at the funeral.’

  ‘Gaius is dead, life has to go on. What good would it do me at the Treasury once word gets round I defied the Emperor to attend the funeral of a mass murderer?’

  ‘You believe Gaius killed those men?’

  ‘Course not. But Callisunus thinks he did, so why stick my neck out? There’s no reason now why we can’t carry on as planned.’

  Grieving widow comforted by stepdaughter’s jilted fiancé. They fall in love and marry, and in next to no time there’ll be children on the scene. Sons for whom the Senate is not out of the question. Sons for whom the admission price of one million sesterces is no obstacle. Claudia sipped silently for several minutes. With both door and windows shut, the heat was intolerable. She knew Scaevola well enough, of course, to take off her tunic—to sit in the nude if she so desired—but this was not the moment. Indeed, it never wo
uld be again.

  ‘I have something for you,’ she said finally, running her hand under her pillow and drawing out a small opaque flagon.

  ‘For me?’

  When Antonius smiled, deep crevices appeared in his cheeks. Claudia had not flattered him, he was a very attractive man. She wouldn’t have slept with him otherwise, even at twenty sesterces a shot. Certainly wouldn’t have chosen him to be the father of her children.

  ‘What is it?’

  Claudia held the tiny flagon up to the light. It was half full. ‘Poison,’ she said quietly.

  Beside her she felt Scaevola stiffen. ‘I…I don’t understand.’

  She could barely breathe, and it wasn’t only because of the heat. ‘There’s no other way, Tony.’

  ‘Hey, come on.’ He tried to inject amusement into his ragged voice. ‘What sort of stunt is this?’

  In the depths of the house, Claudia heard a pot smash into smithereens. A heated argument broke out among the slaves.

  ‘You shouldn’t have killed him, Tony. Everything was going so well, it was practically within our grasp. There was no need to kill him.’

  Sweat trickled down Scaevola’s forehead and into his eyes. ‘Claudia, you’re crazy. Kill who? Who am I supposed to have killed?’

  ‘You got him drunk, you sat him down, you picked up that little bronze statue of Apollo and you smashed it over his head. You positioned his sword—and then you pushed. Hard. Tell me, Tony, did it squelch? Did it—’

  ‘Shut up, shut up!’ He buried his head in his hands. ‘Oh, shit, Claudia, you really know how to make a point.’ Several long lonely minutes rolled past before he spoke again. ‘He didn’t suffer, he was out cold, I swear.’

  ‘I know that, Tony, but he didn’t deserve to die like a dog and he didn’t deserve to have his name sullied.’

  ‘For pity’s sake, how could I know he’d be labelled a murderer? He was depressed, for gods’ sakes, he’d lost two sons, a daughter and a grandchild. Any man could top himself under that burden.’