Finished Business

THREE

The next day was one of the good ones, for November — clear sky, hardly a breath of wind, and pleasantly warm. Which was just as well, if I was to hoof it all the way across town, over the river and up to the Vatican. The only really practical alternative would’ve been to take the litter, and that I don’t do unless it’s really pissing down and the journey’s absolutely vital. Even then, I hesitate: we’re a one-litter family, us, and I generally leave it for Perilla, who’s the social animal of the partnership and prefers not to turn up wherever she’s going soggy, spattered with mud and definitely not soingée. If push really comes to shove, there’s a public litter-rank on Head of Africa, just up the road, and I can pick one up from there.

Still, like I say, there was no need at present, and once you’re over the Sublician and through the more built-up parts of the Janiculan Marsh district, and the ground starts to rise, the city — if you can call it that any more — opens out. Me, I’m a left-bank man myself, with a preference for crowds, narrow twisting streets and proper pavements, and west of the river is just somewhere I don’t usually have any reason to go. But if you like greenery, fresh air, relative peace and quiet, and the closest Rome comes to countryside, then Transtiber’s the place. Certainly it’s the hot end of the property market, with more private estates than you can shake a stick at, and if you’ve got ten million or so to play with and want to avoid the riff-raff then a little place on the slopes of the Janiculan or the Vatican is just the thing.

The Naevius place was pretty typical: several acres of bosky woodland with a drive leading up through a network of formal gardens to a villa that you could’ve put our house on the Caelian into a small corner of. I gave my name and business to a gate-guard big enough to have bounced me off the wall without breaking sweat, and carried on towards the villa itself.

I’d got to within a hundred yards or so when a woman came through the arch of what looked like a walled garden just to the right of the main drag and cut me off.

‘Hello,’ she said. ‘Can I help you?’

Mid-twenties, a looker, well-enough dressed in a smart tunic and cloak, but not OTT. The accent, though, didn’t really fit the setting. Certainly not upper-class Roman. I’d’ve guessed middle of the range, at best, and there was a distinct northern twang. She didn’t quite look the part, either: when she got closer I noticed the too-obvious make-up and the reddish hair. Gallic blood; north Italian was right.

No sir, mind, and she had a certain assurance about her that didn’t fit with, say, a freedwoman attached to the family. I was puzzled.

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘The name’s Valerius Corvinus. Naevia Postuma sent me.’

‘Oh.’ The friendliness dropped down a distinct notch. ‘Yes, she did send a slave yesterday to say you’d be coming. A load of complete nonsense, but that’s the Lady Postuma for you. She does get these bees in her bonnet. Well, we’d best get it over with.’

Not a good beginning, although I supposed I couldn’t expect much more, under the circumstances. And I had a certain sympathy with the lady’s feelings, if she was part of the family after all.

‘And, uh, you are?’ I said.

‘Tarquitia.’ I must’ve looked blank. ‘She didn’t mention me to you? Not surprising, really. I’m — was, I suppose now — Lucius Surdinus’s mistress.’ I blinked, and she laughed. ‘Don’t look so shocked, Valerius Corvinus. It was all perfectly above board, and I’ve nothing to be ashamed of. Quite the reverse. Now, you’ll want to talk to me, no doubt.’

I glanced over at the villa. ‘Sure. If you’ll just lead the way.’

‘No, I think we’ll have the conversation out here, if you don’t mind. It’s a pleasant-enough morning, there are seats in the rose garden, and we’ll be perfectly comfortable there for however long it takes. You can go up to the house and pursue your enquiries there later. I’m not, as you can imagine, exactly flavour of the month with Lucius’s surviving nearest and dearest, and I’d rather avoid any unpleasantness.’

Said without a trace of expression, except maybe for the slightest tinge of contempt. I was more puzzled than ever.

‘Fine with me,’ I said. ‘Lead on.’

We went back through the arch and into a formal garden planted with rose bushes, with a late bloom or two showing through the greenery.

‘We’ll sit here, if that’s all right,’ she said. There was a stone bench against the nearside wall. I sat on one side, and she perched on the other, leaning her back against the wall. ‘Now, where would you like to start? I warn you, I don’t know anything about the actual circumstances, because I wasn’t here at the time. But about anything else, please feel free to ask. I’m not shy.’

Yeah, well, that was putting it mildly: the lady just radiated self-confidence, and apart from that little hiccup over not wanting to go up to the villa, she was perfectly at ease.

‘You were Naevius Surdinus’s mistress,’ I said.

‘Yes. For the last year or so. I’m a … I suppose the best word is “entertainer”. I sing a little, dance a little, play the double-flute, not very well. Juggle. Do acrobatics.’ She glanced sideways at me. ‘I do the most amazing set of cartwheels. I could show you, if I weren’t wearing this tunic.’

I grinned; I was beginning to like Tarquitia. ‘Yeah, well,’ I said. ‘We’ll take that on trust for the present, shall we?’

‘If you like. I work — worked — at the Five Poppies club, mostly. That’s near the temple of Juno the Deliverer, off the vegetable market. Do you know it?’

‘No. I’m afraid not.’

‘Pity. It’s a good place, and they give good value. You should go there some time. Tell them I sent you.’

‘Yeah,’ I said equably. ‘Yeah, I might just do that.’

‘Anyway, I also did freelance, which is how I met Lucius. I was contracted to one of his friends’ dinner parties as part of the after-dinner entertainment; our eyes met across a not-so-crowded room, and that was that. More or less, give or take a month or so of what you might call casual dalliance. He set me up in my own flat and we became a regular item. End of story.’

‘Did his wife know?’

She laughed. ‘The Lady Sullana?’ She stressed the word ‘lady’, and I could just hear the capitalization fall into place. ‘Of course. Practically from the first. Lucius told her himself, and frankly I don’t think she could’ve cared less. Except for the scandal aspect of things, that is. Sullana was always very prim and proper. So long as Lucius didn’t flaunt me in public, I didn’t exist.’

‘What about the rest of the family? Did they know?’

‘Oh, yes. Given that by “the rest of the family”, you mean Lucius’s son, Naevia Postuma and a few other odds and sods. But then the same applies. As long as I didn’t get above myself and become a social embarrassment, I could be ignored, and everything was just peaches and cream.’

‘So what changed things?’

She frowned. ‘How do you mean?’

‘Well, you’re not exactly tucked away now, are you? Or am I wrong?’

Her face cleared. ‘Oh. That’s because of the sale.’

‘What sale?’

‘Of the Old Villa.’

‘Old Villa?’

‘It was the original building, in Lucius’s grandfather’s time. He was the one who made the family fortune.’ She grinned. ‘Not legitimately, I suspect, because the family are very tight-lipped on the subject. Anyway, he decided to build a new villa, much grander, with the original forming one of the wings. Only like Lucius, he and his wife didn’t really get on, so he kept it for her as a separate property. The only link between the two is a single corridor, which I’m having bricked up.’

‘You’re having bricked up?’

‘Oh, yes. At my end, at least, and as soon as I can, really. I own it, you see. Lucius sold it to me last month, when the divorce came through.’

‘Sold it to you?’

‘Yes.’

‘You, ah, mind telling me how much for?’

‘Not at all; that’s no secret.’ Another grin. ‘It set me back all of five silver pieces.’ Jupiter! ‘Oh, it was all done perfectly legally: cash paid over in front of witnesses, proper signed bill of sale and everything. I can show you, if you like. The family — I mean Lucius Junior, of course — was furious, but there you are, he’ll just have to put up with it. And my Lucius added a clause guaranteeing access in perpetuity, so that’s all right. Naturally, it means that by sitting here I’m currently trespassing on his property, which might technically be actionable, so I’d be glad if you didn’t mention that when you do see him.’

‘Fine.’ It wasn’t, altogether, but there you go; at least she’d been upfront, and I could always get the other side of the story from Junior himself. ‘Why did he do it, do you know? Sell you the Old Villa for five denarii?’

‘Because he wanted to. It’s as simple as that.’

‘Is it?’

She sighed. ‘Look, it wasn’t my idea, if that’s what you’re thinking. You can believe me or not as you like, it’s up to you, but that’s what Lucius told me himself. If you want my guess — and it’s only a guess — he liked me a lot more than he liked his son, let alone his wife, and he wanted to show it. Not just with money, but with part of his life. And this estate was his life — that and his hobbies. That was one reason he and Sullana didn’t get on. You know he was consul once? Or suffect consul, at least.’ I nodded. ‘Well. That was ten years ago, and he hasn’t been near politics since. He just gave that side of things up completely. No serving on committees, no speeches in the senate, no angling for inclusion on diplomatic missions, no sucking up to the Movers and Shakers’ lobby. Nothing. All he wanted was to live quietly. Sullana’s ambitious. She didn’t understand it, and it drove her up the wall.’

‘What sort of man was he? In himself, I mean. I know about his wife, but how did he get on with his sons? He had two of them, didn’t he?’

‘That’s right. The other one’s Marcus. I’m sorry — again I can’t tell you anything about him. I know he exists, and that’s his name, but absolutely nothing else. We’ve never met, of course, and Lucius only mentioned him once in passing. I suppose, if Lucius didn’t exactly disinherit him, he’ll have some claim on the property?’ There was the hint of a question in her voice.

‘Yeah, I’d assume so, but I’m no lawyer. Perhaps it’ll be in the will.’ Casually, I added, ‘Have you seen that?’

‘No. That side of things has nothing to do with me, or I assume not. The property sale was quite separate, and that went through while Lucius was still alive.’

‘And how about the elder son? Lucius Junior? What was his father’s relationship with him?’

‘Oh.’ She smiled. ‘That’s a long, sad story in itself. Junior’s one of nature’s strivers, not too clever but desperate to get on. You know he’s running for a city judge’s post this coming year?’ I nodded again. ‘If he gets it, it won’t be because he’s fit for the job. The poor sap’s never been really fit for any job he’s gone for, and it’s a miracle that he’s got as far as he has. The trouble is that his father has always known it and made sure he knows it too. So. That tell you something about how they viewed each other?’

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Yeah, it does.’ Like she’d said, it was sad. ‘So how was Surdinus with everyone else? Outside the immediate family? With you, for example.’

‘Exasperating.’ She gave me another straight look, and I was surprised to see the beginning of tears in her eyes. ‘Very, very kind, generous, and loving, but exasperating. Stubborn as a mule. Whether he was right or wrong, you couldn’t shift him, or stop him doing what he’d decided to do. He had very firm opinions and views on every subject under the sun, whether he knew anything about it or not. And he was always — in his own mind — right.’

‘He have any enemies?’

‘Absolutely none, or none that I know of, certainly. He never really had an opportunity to make any. He’d lots of friends, though. Or maybe not friends — professional acquaintances, rather. Men who shared his hobbies. You know he was interested in philosophy?’

‘Yeah. Naevia Postuma told me that.’

‘Not just abstract philosophy, although that was part of it. He was a … practical philosopher, if that’s not a contradiction. An astrologer. He cast horoscopes, and he was very good at it, too; so good it was frightening.’

‘You like to give me an example?’

She was quiet for a long time, staring at a point on the far side of the garden. Then she said, in a small voice: ‘Yes.’

I waited. Nothing. Finally, she turned to me, and this time the tears were definitely there.

‘Look,’ she said, ‘I haven’t mentioned this to anyone else, and I won’t. But I’ve decided that I like you, right, and I feel someone should know, besides me.’ I said nothing. ‘Five days ago, Lucius came to me to say he’d just finished casting his own horoscope for what was left of the year. It was quite clear, he said. Before the year was out he’d be dead.’

‘What?’

‘He was quite calm, perfectly reconciled. He said that he’d had a good life, on the whole, and I wasn’t to be upset when it happened. That he’d done his best according to his own beliefs and was glad to go. He thanked me and hoped that I’d be happy. Those were his exact words. He wouldn’t say any more on the subject, even though I pressed him very hard, begged him, in fact, and it was the last time I saw him alive.’ She stood up. ‘Now, that’s all I can tell you. You’d best be getting up to the house.’

And she walked back through the gate, leaving me staring.

Shit!