‘Narcissus is not without his ambitions for his patron and therefore himself, domina, but if he were to find out that Claudius is making a bid for the Purple now I’m sure that he would put a stop to it — especially as it seems that the advice Claudius is following is Boter’s, who has been out of favour since that unfortunate incident a few years back.’
‘Unfortunate? Pah! He cuckolded my son and made him more of a laughing stock than he normally is and my son did nothing about it.’
‘Well, perhaps he is now; your son didn’t sign the letter, so he can deny it if Boter’s advice fails, which I think we’re all agreed that it will. He’ll make Boter the scapegoat, an eventuality that Narcissus would be very keen to see come about, leaving him free to then carry on with whatever plans he has for his patron.’
‘You mean following the strategy that I explained earlier and trying to whittle down the suitable candidates that stand in his patron’s way?’
‘I don’t think that he feels that he needs to do that, domina, as, at the moment, Sejanus seems to be doing it for him. Narcissus takes the long view; for the present his strategy is to keep his Claudius unnoticed and therefore safe.’
Antonia gave a half-smile and nodded in agreement. ‘As ever, your observations have been most enlightening, Pallas, thank you. Send this Narcissus a message; I think that we should talk to him first thing in the morning, and then afterwards I’ll deal with my son.’
CHAPTER XI
Vespasian woke the following morning as a trail of soft kisses worked their way down his chest towards his belly. He opened his eyes; the room was still dark and a gentle breeze blew through the open window beyond which the sky heralded the coming day with a faint, pre-dawn glow. The kisses worked their way across his belly; with a sigh, Vespasian closed his eyes again and lay back in bliss.
‘That’s my master attended to,’ Caenis whispered a while later as she lay her head back on his shoulder, ‘now I have to go and attend to my mistress.’
‘I hope that she doesn’t require you to be so considerate,’ Vespasian murmured, gently kissing her soft, sweet-smelling hair.
Caenis giggled. ‘I have to do anything and everything that she asks,’ she teased, her smiling features now visible as the first rays of dawn light flooded through the window.
Vespasian felt his heart flutter and smiled down at her. ‘So do I, it seems; in a way we’re both her slaves.’
‘But you don’t have to pare her toenails or pluck her eyebrows.’
‘True, but then you don’t have to drag unpleasant priests back from Moesia and then take them to the Emperor on Capreae.’
‘Yes,’ Caenis said, giving him a worried look. ‘My mistress is very concerned about that at the moment.’
‘Why? She didn’t mention any worries yesterday evening.’
‘That’s because she’s not sure whether they have any substance.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘My love, you must swear that if she talks to you about them you’ll feign ignorance. I’m trusted by her and I wouldn’t want her to think that I’ve betrayed her trust, which I do only for my love for you, because if her suspicions are correct, you could be in danger.’
‘You don’t need me to swear, you must know that I’d never do or say anything that would in any way compromise you with Antonia.’
Caenis leant up and kissed Vespasian on the lips. ‘I know,’ she whispered softly. She laid her head back on his chest. ‘When my mistress wishes to communicate with Macro she sends Clemens and when Macro wants to relay something to her he uses another of his men, Satrius Secundus, who’s based with him in the Praetorian camp. They’re always verbal messages, for obvious reasons, but I know the content because she dictates them to me after, along with the replies, for her records. Now, Secundus’ wife, Albucilla, is a notorious slut, something that he actively encourages in the hopes of advancing his position — provided her affairs are with men, or sometimes women, of influence. My mistress found out a few days ago, from a spy that she recently managed to place in her daughter Livilla’s household, that last month Albucilla began an affair with not only Livilla but also Sejanus; when he’s in Rome the three of them share a bed.’
‘And so Antonia suspects that Secundus has encouraged this in order to gain favour with Sejanus; in which case she must be worried that he’s probably betrayed all her correspondence with Macro and therefore Macro’s involvement with her. Has Antonia told Macro of her suspicions?’
‘Yes, she sent Clemens to him as soon as she found out; Macro replied that he would stop using Secundus as his messenger. He’s also threatened Secundus and Albucilla with a very unpleasant death if he suspects that he’s been betrayed. Secundus has sworn that he hasn’t said anything to Sejanus and to show his good faith has started providing Macro with any interesting bits of pillow-talk that his wife picks up in that crowded bed. So Macro is now happy with the arrangement.’
‘Well then, what’s the problem?’
‘Yesterday Clemens saw two of Sejanus’ men at Ostia taking a great interest in your arrival; and two more watched you arrive here.’
‘Yes, I saw the last two. So Secundus may have double-crossed Macro after all?’
‘That’s the strange thing; if Secundus has betrayed Macro then surely Sejanus would have done something about him by now, but he’s done nothing. Macro is still in command of the Guard in Rome and Sejanus continues to go between Tiberius and the Senate.’
‘Perhaps he’s just waiting for the right excuse.’
Caenis kissed him and slipped out of the bed. ‘What more of an excuse does he need?’ she asked dipping her hands into a bowl of water set out on the chest and splashing her face. ‘He knows that my mistress is trying to bring him down, that’s no secret. So if he’s found out that Macro is communicating regularly with her then he would assume that he’s part of her plot and would surely want to remove him as quickly as possible.’
‘Could he know about the priest?’ he asked as Caenis rubbed herself dry with a linen towel.
‘She’s sure Sejanus doesn’t know the details of the plot or the time scale because we checked the records and Secundus never carried any message that mentioned the priest or getting him to Capreae. The most recent one he carried was just after Queen Tryphaena’s letter arrived saying that you’d be arriving soon. Secundus came with the news from Macro that Caligula was to be called to Capreae and my mistress told him to tell Macro that what they were waiting for was arriving any day now.’
‘No mention of Ostia?’ Vespasian asked, regretfully watching Caenis slip on her tunic.
‘No; yet his men were there.’
‘He probably always has men watching the docks.’
Caenis sat down on the bed and started to strap on her sandals. ‘Yes, but according to Clemens these men were very high up in Sejanus’ staff and based at Capreae, not the normal sort of people he would use for hanging around the port watching who gets off what ship. This is what’s puzzling my mistress; how did Sejanus know of your arrival in time to send two of his most trusted allies to Ostia if Secundus hasn’t betrayed her and Macro to him?’
‘It’s possible that Secundus told Sejanus Antonia’s message without mentioning that it was meant for Macro. He could have said that he got the information from one of Clemens’ men. That way he thinks that he can claim loyalty to whoever wins the struggle between Macro and Sejanus.’
‘Perhaps you’re right,’ Caenis said, leaning over and kissing him. ‘But however Sejanus found out it doesn’t change the fact that his spies have seen you and Sabinus get off a ship with a prisoner and bring him here. They then would have seen Senator Pollo arrive, so it won’t be long before Sejanus knows your name. I must go, my love; I’ll mention your theory to my mistress, pretending that it’s mine, of course.’ She smiled and stroked his cheek, then lifted the amulet hanging around his neck that she had given him as a parting gift over four years ago.
‘You’ve kept it safe.’
‘It kept me safe; it saved my life.’
