Albinus took another sip of his wine.
‘Excellent! I’m delighted to say that you’ve quite surpassed my expectations, Gaius. I was sorely afraid that I would have to send you home in disgrace in order to cover my own backside, and yet here you are having saved the situation, and what’s even better, done so in an utterly deniable manner.’ He looked up at the ceiling in thought for a moment. ‘So let’s see if I have a convincing narrative for my dispatch to the governor on the subject. After all, he won’t want to be admitting the facts to Rome any more than I do. So, the sequence of events here was clearly that Procurator Maximus mismanaged the mine owners, they in turn mistreated their workers, and the workers eventually rioted and killed both their masters and the procurator, tore the place to pieces and then realised the error of their ways. I sent you in to restore the peace, you conducted a vigorous process of pacification, during which you were forced to kill several hundred of the blighters in order to disarm them, and then several hundred more to emphasise the heavy hand of imperial justice. I think that will suffice to get the right heads nodding in reluctant approval. All the bodies were burned, I assume?’
Scaurus nodded.
‘For reasons of public health. I felt it would be cleaner than a mass burial.’
‘And, of course, leaves no evidence into which an imperial investigator might pry. Excellent!’
Scaurus raised an eyebrow.
‘And the Germans, Legatus?’
‘Were never here. I’ll make sure that the mines’ new owners are very clear that any resurfacing of this matter will only end badly for everyone involved, including them. The “Wolf” and his men will be written off as having fallen victim to one of the Sarmatae warbands during their brief but ill-favoured border disputes. I’ll send Gerwulf’s legatus a message to the effect that King Balodi confessed to their having overrun the Germans’ camp in the early stages of the revolt. That should close the book on him once and for all, which is just as well. The last thing Rome needs is another blasted Varus legend to inspire the tribes on the other side of the Rhenus, wouldn’t you say? And none of us wants to be associated with the loss of control over the emperor’s most valuable asset, not when we can safely drop the blame on that idiot procurator. Which only leaves one last subject for discussion before we turn to thoughts of where you might take your men from here.’
‘The gold, Legatus?’
‘Indeed, Tribune. The gold.’
He sat back and waited for Scaurus to speak.
‘We found enough of the stuff to load four heavy carts buried in the forest on the southern side of the Raven Head mountain, Legatus, and a stack of corpses nearby. Gerwulf had clearly worked out that there was an alternative entrance to the mine, and he used it to move the gold through the mountain to a place where it could be hidden by a few trusted men. According to the miners the transfer was carried out at night, when most of Gerwulf’s cohort were asleep or guarding the miners. They used mine labour to do the hard work, promising the men their freedom in return for good behaviour, and simply killed them once the night’s lifting and carrying was done.’
Albinus nodded his understanding through another sip of wine.
‘He really was a crafty bugger, wasn’t he? I’ll bet his plan was to make a discreet exit one dark night, after killing every man who might bear witness to either his departure or the gold having come through the mine, and taking just enough men and gold with him to enable a quiet escape from justice. And then, when the excitement had died down in a year or two, he’d have quietly brought his men back and dug it up at his leisure.’
A thought occurred to the legatus.
‘How did you find the stuff, if it was buried? Presumably there weren’t any obvious giveaways?’
Scaurus smiled, as much to himself as to the man across the desk.
‘Indeed, and Gerwulf’s sister wasn’t about to tell us, no matter what I threatened her with. It happens that I have an enterprising young centurion who seems to attract useful men, and he has a native tracker from Germania Inferior in his service, a man who can read ground as easily as you or I could read a scroll. He ran the hiding place to earth in a matter of hours simply by following their tracks, or so he told us. I suspect that his worship of a barbarian forest goddess may be some part of his secret, but I’m willing to tolerate it as long as he provides results like that.’
Albinus nodded sagely.
‘Quite so. Pragmatism in all things, Gaius, we both know the value of that adage. So do you think we recovered all of the gold?’
He fixed the tribune with a steady gaze.
‘I think so, Legatus, with the exception of the dust that was poured down Gerwulf’s throat. And, of course, the relatively small amounts that I managed to slip into my cohorts’ burial clubs.’
Albinus nodded beneficently.
‘Well I won’t begrudge you that, Tribune. Your men have paid in blood to take this valley, and in defence of the province for that matter, so the least we can do is ensure they have a decent send off. Let’s just not have a rash of ostentatious altars springing up across the province though, or difficult questions may be asked. Who did you make responsible for counting the gold?’
‘We’re back to my centurion again. He has the most amazingly meticulous standard bearer who has counted every last coin and weighed every last nugget. Under the supervision of several of my officers, of course.’
He smiled inwardly, recalling the hawk-eyed attention with which Marcus and Dubnus had watched an increasingly frustrated Morban’s every move while he counted the dead German’s booty. The legatus nodded briskly.
‘Excellent! I’ll have the gold shipped down here as soon as I can, and in the meanwhile I’ll have this standard bearer’s records of the count, if you please. All of the records, Gaius. We don’t want any contradictory numbers coming to light at a later date saying that there was more gold recovered than actually made its way to Rome.’
Scaurus looked at his mentor for a moment before nodding slowly.
‘Yes, sir. Pragmatism in all things.’
Albinus raised an eyebrow at him.
‘As I said before, quite so. I’ll remind you that these are troubled days. We have an emperor on the throne who is little more than a puppet for the Praetorian Prefect, and the distinct possibility of a good deal more terror of the type that led to the murder of the Aquila brothers. You’re familiar with the atrocity, I presume, a pair of trusted senators murdered on false charges of plotting against the throne simply to allow the throne to confiscate their wealth?’
Scaurus nodded.
More familiar than you’d imagine, Legatus.
‘Well then, you’ll understand that everyone with any public profile in Rome needs something tucked up their sleeve. And a box or two of that gold hidden away for a day when the wind blows hard is a precautionary opportunity I won’t be passing up. And don’t worry man; you’ll be well looked after in the fullness of time.’
Realising that this would not be the wisest of moments in which to refuse his mentor’s implicit offer, Scaurus nodded with a carefully blank face.
‘Thank you, Legatus.’
‘A wise choice, Gaius. And in that case, I’m very happy to inform you that I’ve had my clerk write a set of orders directing you to return to your home province as soon as you’ve been relieved from your duties at Alburnus Major. I’ve sent an order to the commander of the Danubius fleet that you’re to be shipped as far upstream as the river is navigable and I’m sure your natural powers of persuasion, combined with orders from the governor, will get you some transport thereafter. You might be wise not to stop at Fortress Bonna though.’
Scaurus stood and saluted briskly.
‘Thank you, Legatus. My men will be delighted, and I am forever in your de-’
Albinus raised his eyebrows in reproach, wrapping his protegee in a hug and slapping him firmly on the back before stepping back to regard him at arm’s length.
‘Legatus? To yo
u, Gaius, I am simply Decimus, once your mentor and now simply your friend. Your grateful friend. And as to your men’s delight at being sent home, just get them to make a modest offering at the temple in my name and I will be happy to bask in the favour of their gods.’
Scaurus bowed, his face set in a grateful expression.
‘Thank you. . Decimus. The temples of Alburnus Major will be littered with offerings to your name.’
He emptied his cup of the last dregs of wine, saluted again and was turning for the door when he remembered that he had one last question to ask the legatus. Turning back, he found the man waiting for his question with a knowing look, and he realised that he knew the answer without even having to ask.
‘To be frank, Tribune, I couldn’t care less what he does with the woman. You said yourself that she’s the type a man can swiftly grow tired of, so perhaps he’ll have her dealt with in a manner that befits her crime once she’s greased his candle a few times? And besides, I can’t bring myself to speak against the man who’s just told you to take us all home.’
Scaurus sank wearily into his camp chair, taking the cup of wine that Julius was holding out to him.
‘It seems that I’m surrounded by pragmatists today.’ He raised the cup in salute, smiling gently at Julius’s look of mystification. ‘I mean realists, First Spear. And here’s to realism. Since it seems I have little choice in the matter, I shall now put it from my mind. Now that I think about it, I seem to recall that Legatus Albinus, or Decimus, as I am instructed to call him now that I’ve played a key part in both enhancing his career and making him somewhat richer, never could keep his sausage tucked up safely beneath his tunic when there was a finely turned ankle in sight. And speaking of man’s uncontrollable urges, I take it all these rumours I’m hearing about your woman being with child are true?’
The first spear nodded, a stupid smile creeping onto his face.
‘Indeed they are, Tribune.’
‘And will you be following your colleague’s example in making an honest woman of the lady?’
Julius looked at Scaurus over the rim of his cup, watching as conflicting emotions played on his face.
‘Not at this point, Tribune. We don’t feel that it’s necessary, and since it’s still legally forbidden there seems to be little benefit to the child.’
The tribune took another sip.
‘Very wise, First Spear. A sensible decision, given how hard some women find pregnancy. .’
‘His decision?’ Felicia laughed out loud, a sound Marcus quickly decided he could do with hearing more. ‘The way I heard it, she told him that given they’re never having intimate relations again as long as she lives, marriage would be both superfluous and a waste of money.’
Marcus raised an eyebrow at his wife, whose cart had arrived in the Alburnus Major camp only an hour before.
‘So she’s not taking to pregnancy that well then?’
Felicia smiled at him, happy to see Appius clinging to the neck of his father’s tunic and working his gums vigorously on a heavy gold pendant that hung around her husband’s neck.
‘Vomiting every morning, bilious for the rest of the day, and overcome with an inexplicable desire to eat raw onion. And if that’s how she is after three months, then life’s certainly going to be interesting for your colleague for the next six. What’s that the baby’s chewing on?’
Marcus looked down.
‘It belonged to Carius Sigilis. I took it from his body out on the lake, after that battle on the ice. I promised Tribune Scaurus that I would return it to his father, if I ever get the chance.’
Felicia took the baby from him, gently easing the pendant from between his jaws.
‘He likes the cold metal on his gums, I suppose. Watch out, by the way, he doesn’t have any teeth yet but he can still nip hard enough to raise a bruise.’ She looked at her husband with a gently raised eyebrow. ‘Another dead friend, Marcus? How are you sleeping?’
His reply was unruffled, despite the unnerving accuracy of her question.
‘Well enough, my love.’
Apart from the hour before dawn, when his father still haunted him with demands for retribution, frequently accompanied of late by the ghost of Lucius Carius Sigilis. While the senator simply berated his son to take revenge, the tribune’s ghost was at the same time both silent and yet gorily persistent in his demands, simply scrawling the same words across whatever surface was to hand in the dream’s context, writing with his fingers with the blood that ran from his wounds.
Felicia took his arm, pulling him close so that the baby was sandwiched between them.
‘You do seem happier. Perhaps you just needed a few good fights to get whatever it was that was troubling you off your mind?’
He smiled back at her, musing on the havoc he intended to wreak if he ever got the opportunity to return to the city of his birth. Praetorian Prefect Perennis and the four men known to him only as ‘The Emperor’s Knives’ were enough of a list for the time being, although he was sure that other names would come to light once he started working his way through the first five. His hand tensed on the dagger at his belt, the scarred skin over his knuckles tightening until the marks disappeared into the white flesh.
‘Yes my love. Perhaps I did.’
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