However, they had no reason to trust him either, so they needed their own man on the spot.’
‘Why did he trust you enough to tell you all this?’ Vespasian asked.
‘Because we’re kinsmen. His mother, Vipsania Agrippina, is my father’s niece.’
‘And she was Tiberius’s first wife and the mother of his late son Drusus who Antonia believes was murdered by her daughter Livilla, Sejanus’ mistress,’ Sabinus said, understanding the connection.
‘Exactly. So we both had a kinsman to avenge and an Emperor, to whom we are both connected to by marriage, to defend. So I seemed like a safe bet to him — but I refused.’
‘Why?’
Pomponius smiled at the look of outraged disbelief on Vespasian’s face. ‘Because my judgement is no longer clouded by the enthusiasm and idealism of youth, as yours evidently still is, by the look on your face. Sejanus had just blocked me from becoming Consul in order to put one of his men forward; he had given me the Fourth Scythica as a sop, and I knew that his eyes were on me and probably still are. I would have been a liability to Asinius and Antonia and, more importantly, I intend to die in my bed, unlike most of the people who come to Sejanus’ notice.’
‘So why the change of heart?’ Vespasian asked with more than a trace of scorn.
Pomponius regarded him levelly. ‘You will speak civilly to me in my dining room, young man, and refrain from judging me by your own rather impetuous and naive standards.’
Vespasian reddened, embarrassed as much by Pomponius’ assessment of him as he was by the realisation that he was right. ‘Forgive me, Pomponius; that was crass of me.’
Pomponius inclined his head. ‘To answer your question: my time here is up; in a month or so I’ll return to my estates in Aventicum to lie low and drink my wine until the political turmoil in Rome resolves itself one way or the other. So I decided to risk passing Antonia a piece of information that would hurt Poppaeus, in the hope that she would use it.’
‘Why didn’t you try to capture Rhoteces when he first reappeared and have him sent to her?’
‘I have been trying to get my hands on that priest for over a year now and just when I had him cornered, and was trying to think of a way to extract him, Poppaeus turns up. Sejanus must have heard that Rhoteces had resurfaced and persuaded the Emperor to reinstate Poppaeus as Governor, using the increased raids over the river and my seeming inability to deal with them as a valid excuse. So Poppaeus has taken command at Sagadava because he knows that Rhoteces is there and he means to make certain that he never comes out. You need to ensure that he does.’
The brothers looked at each other as Pomponius drained his cup and, with slight nods of their heads, silently agreed to trust him.
‘How do you recommend we do that, Pomponius?’ Sabinus asked. ‘You said that you were working on a plan.’
‘I said that I was trying to think of a way to get him out,’ Pomponius corrected him. ‘I hadn’t completely formulated a plan. It’s going to be difficult. There are nearly three thousand of the bastards crammed together in the fortress and the fortifications next to it; I imagine that there is barely room to move, although they have left most of their horses out in the open.’
‘And if we did manage to get in we’d be very conspicuous,’ Vespasian added, not liking the scenario one bit.
‘Unless we disguise ourselves as Getae,’ Sabinus pointed out.
‘Exactly,’ Pomponius agreed, ‘that was what I had been thinking of, but I didn’t have the men to do it; there’re no Thracians that I would trust with such a delicate task and we Romans wouldn’t be able to pass ourselves off as Getae, even if we were wearing their festering trousers.’
‘We’ve brought five of Queen Tryphaena’s men with us, they’ll be able to if they have the clothes,’ Vespasian said. ‘Sabinus, Magnus and I will just have to make the best of it and try to blend in with them.’
Pomponius looked at him and raised his eyebrows. ‘That’s very risky. Why don’t you just send the Thracians in by themselves?’
‘Because it will take at least two of them to carry the priest out, which would leave only three men to defend them; if one or two get killed then it would be all over. We need to go too to lower the odds.’
Sabinus grunted. ‘I’ve a nasty feeling that my brother’s right, Pomponius. So how do we get in and out?’
‘Well, first you’ve got to get the clothes, that should be easy enough as there is a compound full of prisoners in the Roman camp; Centurion Faustus, whom you know, Vespasian, and we both trust, will be able to help you. As to getting in, that’s much harder; there are only three ways that I can see and the best one, in my opinion, is through a little sewage drain in the north wall facing the river; you could reach it by boat which would mean that you wouldn’t have to go through the siege lines as they only extend as far as the river on either side of the fortress.’
Sabinus turned up his nose. ‘I really don’t like the idea of wading through Getic shit. What are the other two ways?’
‘Through the main gate in the west wall, or scale the walls themselves, neither of which you’ll be able to do without someone noticing.’
‘We could just wait until Poppaeus storms the fortress and try and grab Rhoteces in the chaos of the attack,’ Vespasian suggested.
‘You could, but if I were Poppaeus I would have a crack squad of legionaries charged with eliminating him and you would find yourselves fighting Romans as well as Getae.’
‘It looks like we’re going to be in the shit, then,’ Vespasian observed. ‘Don’t worry, Sabinus, you won’t be able to smell it over the stench of your clothes.’
Sabinus allowed himself a wry smile. ‘Very funny, little brother. What about getting away, Pomponius?’
‘By boat again; get Faustus to have your horses and things waiting a mile or so downstream and you’ll be away before Poppaeus even knows you were there. The only thing you’ll have to worry about is not bumping into the Danuvius fleet, which is stationed in the river to prevent the Getae’s transports from rescuing them.’
Vespasian resigned himself to the inevitable. ‘Well, I suppose it’s a plan of sorts, and seeing as it’s the only one we have it will have to do. The only alternative is to walk away and let the priest die in Sagadava.’
‘That sounds like an appealing option,’ Sabinus observed, ‘and a lot less hassle.’
‘In the short term, yes,’ Pomponius said, ‘but in the long term if Sejanus isn’t removed everyone suspected of opposing him will find themselves and their families faced with options a great deal less appealing. So I suggest that you go and get a decent night’s sleep, gentlemen, because you’ve got a day and a half’s hard ride ahead of you followed by a long and dangerous night’s work as soon as you get there.’
‘We should do it the night that we arrive?’ Vespasian exclaimed. ‘Surely we should make a reconnaissance of the place and finalise the plan?’
‘I’m afraid you don’t have the time. When I left, Poppaeus boasted to me that every Getic warrior would be dead by the end of this month. If he’s going to keep that promise I imagine that he’s going to attack on the second to last night of the month and that is only three days away.’
CHAPTER VI
A thick cloud of grey smoke hung over the ancient fortress of Sagadava. At first Vespasian and his companions were worried that Poppaeus had already made his attack and they had arrived too late, but as they drew closer it became apparent that the smoke was the issue of the Roman fires and mobile forges crammed into their siege lines surrounding the beleaguered Getae. Although the scale of the siege was nothing compared to the huge, four-mile-long fortification that Poppaeus had built to pen in the Thracian rebels four years previously, it was still an impressive sight, even from a distance.
The fortress had been constructed with great slabs of brown stone almost four hundred years earlier by the Getic king Cothelas, a vassal of Philip II of Macedonia, to protect his western border from attack by river. It was set on the spine of a sharp ridge at its junction with the equally steep slope that ran parallel to the river 150 paces from its bank. Another ridge thrusting inland, two hundred paces to the west, not only made attack from that direction extremely hazardous but also funnelled a frontal assault from the south into a flat killing ground before the main
