I nodded, more because this accorded with what Ephibbius had said than from any commendation of my own. The woman, though, seemed visibly relieved that I was satisfied. ‘Trullius, go and give instructions to the kitchen- girl. Get her to bring this citizen a plateful of that stew, the moment it is hot enough. Make sure it doesn’t burn. When she has done that, she can take something to the stable for the men.’
The husband nodded. ‘He’s got a letter. Publius will pay.’ He lifted his oil-lamp to light his way and shuffled out towards the rear part of the house.
‘Nonsense, you old fool!’ the woman bellowed after him. ‘Of course we cannot charge him, after what’s happened here.’ She turned to me. Her words came in a torrent. ‘It’s not our fault, you know. We did everything according to instructions we received — and a Vestal Virgin’s wishes, even a prospective one, are not to be ignored. When the girl demands that she be left alone, to make quiet preparation for her new life at the shrine — surely no one would expect us to do other than obey? I would never have gone into the room at all, except that she sent her nursemaid for a tray of this and that, and I had to help the woman take it up. Of course we thought the child was just asleep — worn out with her travel and excitements still to come. Even her nurse was unwilling to barge in on her, having been instructed otherwise, but — when we kept on knocking and getting no reply — in the end we had to force our way inside.’ She paused dramatically.
I nodded. ‘And when you did so, Lavinia wasn’t there? Only a pile of clothing in the bed, to give the impression of a human form, I understand?’
She pursed her lips. She’d obviously been hoping to make a tale of this. But she was not silent long. ‘We made a search, of course — she couldn’t have got far, she had only sent down for the tray not half an hour before. But she’d obviously climbed out through the window-space, across the lower roof and down into the court — we found a blanket twisted into a kind of rope, and being young she could have swung down easily — though we can’t find anyone who saw her doing it. And we couldn’t find her in the streets, although we looked. Even went to the forum temple in case she had gone there — and of course they sent a message to the Glevum priests at once. They will not have her to be a Vestal now, so if that is what she wanted, she has got her wish.’ She shook her head. ‘But why would she run off? She seemed so enthusiastic about her future lot.’
‘You think so?’ If that was true, it was significant.
‘She was so excited that she could hardly speak. Wanting Audelia to show her how to pray and make a proper Vestal sacrifice. Got quite proud and haughty about it, if you know what I mean. Boasting that in a year or two, she would be so important that a convicted criminal who crossed her path could be pardoned execution if she gave the word. The only thing that seemed to worry her at all was learning that she’d have to have her lovely hair cut off — beautiful red curls, she was so proud of them — but Audelia said they always shave the heads of novices. Hardly enough to make her take the risk of running off and bringing the wrath of the gods — or everybody else — upon her head.’
That set me wondering. Suppose the child hadn’t run off of her own accord at all? A pile of clothing was no proof of anything — a kidnapper could contrive that easily enough to make it look like a simple childish prank. Besides, if the girl was going to run away why wait until midday? It would have been easier to do it hours before, when the house was busy with the morning chores and there was more daylight left. Unless, I thought suddenly, something had happened to give her a sudden fright, like a recognition of a Druid threat, perhaps? Some member of the household might have some idea. ‘I would like to talk to your servants, anyway,’ I said aloud.
The woman sniffed. ‘If anything, it is the nurse you want to question about this — though she claims she was on watch outside the door all day and never left, except to come down for the tray. If you want to see her, she’s under lock and key — I’ve locked her in the slave-cell till someone comes for her. Though perhaps I should have called the town-guard and had her put in jail. I wasn’t certain what to do with her.’
I waved all this aside. ‘I shall have to speak to her, of course. In the meantime, I have questions to ask you.’
‘I might have known we’d be suspected of complicity! You’re from the family, and I’m sure that they blame us,’ she fretted. ‘But truly, citizen, there’s nothing I can add. Oh, dear Mars!’ She pulled out a stool and sat down heavily. ‘And we were so excited when the Vestal Virgins came. Going to make our fortune, that was — we told half the town — and now look what’s come of it.’
She was interrupted by the arrival of her husband, who by now had put an over-tunic on and was personally carrying my supper on a tray — a bowl of steaming stew, some garum in a pot, a hunk of bread, a metal goblet and a jug of watered wine — and the lighted lamp was on the carrying board as well. He managed this by holding one end of the tray and supporting the other against his damaged arm and he set it down by sliding it along the board with practised ease. The stew smelt wonderful. He took a spoon out of a pocket in his belt, rubbed it on his hem and handed it to me. Then he stood back, self-importantly.
His wife had clearly no wish to have him listening to our talk. ‘You’d better go and offer a little to the gods — this meal was intended for a priest and a priestess. We can’t be taking unnecessary risks.’
He looked reluctant but he took up the lamp and shuffled off to do as he was bid. She motioned me to eat, but even as I spooned warm stew into my mouth she was already launching into speech.
‘You see how the Fates have treated this household, citizen? We used to have a splendid business making pots — he had his own kiln in the courtyard and lots of wealthy customers. But then he had a nasty accident, and now he really can’t make pots at all — though he refuses to admit it, and still tries from time to time, with the consequent waste of good materials.’
‘So you’ve had to turn to taking passing guests?’
She nodded. ‘Usually genteel females travelling on their own who do not want to use the common inns and are not entitled to use the mansios. It does not happen more than once or twice a moon, so it’s a precarious living in a general way. So when we were offered this opportunity, we seized on it at once. A Vestal in the house? We thought we’d make our fortune, when the news got out.’ She shook her head. ‘Now I wish Lavinius had never heard of us.’
I ignored the garum and dipped the bread into the stew. ‘I heard that he’d arranged it. How did he come to know you?’
‘He used to be a customer when we were selling pots. He heard that we were reduced to taking guests and sent a slave to check that we were suitable. I understand it was his wife’s idea, in fact — she wanted somewhere safe for her daughter to come and meet Audelia overnight, since there are no family members actually living in this town.’
‘Mmm-hhh!’ was all I managed, though I was listening. I swallowed my mouthful. ‘Had the cousins met before?’
‘I don’t believe so, but you would not have guessed. They had such a pleasant evening — they shared a room of course — and they got on so well. I believe they would have talked and laughed all night, if the bride had not needed to get up at dawn and go on to Glevum to be wed. I hope that she’ll be happy.’ She glanced at me. ‘You didn’t see her wed? No doubt you had to leave before the wedding feast.’
‘You didn’t hear that the marriage never did take place?’ I said, unnecessarily. The truth of that was clearly written in her face. ‘It was thought that Audelia herself had disappeared. I thought the news would certainly have reached you by this time.’
She boggled at me. Speech almost failed her, for once. ‘Disappeared?’ The big eyes widened. ‘Believe me, citizen, we had no idea at all!’ A look of sudden panic spread across her face. ‘But she left here safely. There are witnesses to that. If she didn’t get to Glevum, no one can blame us.’
I was almost loath to tell her. ‘I’m afraid that isn’t true. Audelia did get to Glevum, but by that time she was dead. Savagely murdered by the look of it.’
The woman jumped up and seemed about to scream but I prevented her. I put my two hands on her shoulders and forced her to sit down. ‘This is private information. Do not share it with the slaves. Whoever murdered her is clearly still at large, so the fewer people who know of it, the safer for us all. But tell me. You must have seen her leave? Did you see anything suspicious at the time?’
She shook her head. Her plump face had turned white and she was clearly shaken to the core. ‘Nothing at all. I told you, she left here in good health. I saw her get into the coach and so did everybody in the house — except Lavinia who had said goodbye, received a blessing, and was already at her prayers. But Lavinia’s nursemaid and the other couple too. They all went down at dawn to see Audelia leave and wish her happiness — as of course you do when you are speaking to a bride.’ She was twisting her tunic in her fingers now.
‘This other couple?’ I had heard before that there were other people in the house, but I had imagined they
