Shadows in Bronze by Lindsey Davis Page B

who went to and fro a lot. In the absence of fresh grapes or roasted chestnuts, these squeezy fruits were available upstairs as dessert.

    Gaia was surprisingly attractive.

    'Want to try your luck?' Laesus asked, intercepting my gaze.

    He had a generous attitude; he seemed eager to keep my place at table if I went off with one of the girls. I shook my head slightly, with a lazy smile, as if it was simply too much effort to shift. Then I closed my eyes, stilt smiling, as I remembered another handsome girl I knew - and her scathing look if she was to catch me considering a cheap thrash with a harbour whore. The elegant and dignified Helena Justina had eyes the rich, dark browny-gold of palm dates from the desert - plus a snort like a bad-tempered camel when her highness was annoyed .

    When I looked up, the girl called Gaia had gone upstairs with someone else.

    'Tell me,' I suddenly asked Laesus. 'If you come from Tarentum, did you ever encounter a senator called Atius Pertinax?'

    He finished a mouthful. 'I'm not on boozing terms with senators!'

    'He was a ship owner, that was why I asked. While I was riding through the Sila forests, it struck me that since Pertinax was born a southerner he might have had his ships built here-'

    'I'm with you!' Laesus said. 'Is he in trouble?'

    'Oh, the worst kind; he's dead.' Laesus looked startled. I gulped my wine callously.

    'So,' he ventured, recovering. ‘What was he like?'

    ‘Couple of years short of thirty. Lean build, thin face, nervous temper - he had a freedman called Barnabas.'

    'Oh I know Barnabas!' Laesus flung down his spoon. 'Everyone in Tarentum knows Barnabas!' I wondered if they knew he was a murderer now.

    Laesus remembered that four or five years earlier Barnabas had been busy at Tarentum on his master's behalf having two new merchant vessels built. 'Calypso and Circe, if I recollect.'

    'Circe is right. She's impounded at Ostia.'
    'Impounded?
    'Ownership inquest. Know any more about these two?'
    'Not in my line. Did this Pert owe you money, Falco?'
    'No; I've got some cash for Barnabas. It's his master's legacy.
    'I can make enquiries in Tarentum if you like.'
    'Thanks, Laesus!' I did not mention the freedman's recent habit of roasting senators alive, since Vespasian wanted the political aspects hushed up. 'Listen, friend; I'm curious about these two for my own reasons. Were they popular locally?'

    ‘Barnabas was an uppity ex-slave. People he cadged drinks from hoped Rome would give him his come-uppance.'
    ‘Rome may yet! What about Pertinax?'
    ‘Anyone who owns ships and racehorses can convince himself he's popular! Plenty of flatterers wanted to treat him like a great man.'
    'Hum! I wonder if he found Rome different? He was involved in a piece of stupidity; that could explain why - he wouldn't be the first small-town boy who went to show Rome how big he was, but his reception disappointed him.'

    The people who had been sharing our table were leaving, so we both stretched our feet across to the opposite bench, spreading ourselves more comfortably.

    'So who are you meeting here in Croton, Laesus?'

    'Oh... just an old client.' Like all sailors he was highly secretive. 'What about you? Laesus asked with a sidelong look. 'In the marketplace you called yourself a messenger - you mean to Barnabas?'

    'No, airiest. Curtius Gordianus.'

    ‘What's he done?'

    'Nothing. I've just brought him some family news.'
    ‘Spying,' he commented, 'seems a complicated trade!'
    ‘Really, Laesus; I'm not a spy.'
    'Of course not,' he answered, being very polite.

    I grinned. 'I wish I was! I know one; all he does is office work and field trips to popular seaside resorts. Laesus, my good friend, if this was an adventure tale by some scurrilous court poet, you'd now exclaim, Curtius Gordianus - what a coincidence! The very male I shall be at talk tonight!'

    He opened his mouth as if he was about to say it, paused long enough to milk every ounce of suspense - then