'Friends of the provincial administrator down in Sicily- Gordianus of Rome, and his son, Eco. This is my daughter, Cleio. Daughter! Cover yourself!' Sosistrides's sudden embarrassment was caused by the fact that Cleio had pushed the mantle from her head, revealing that her dark hair was crudely shorn, cut so short that it didn't reach her shoulders. No longer shadowed by the mantle, her face, too, showed signs of unbridled mourning. Long scratches ran down her cheeks, and there were bruises where she appeared to have struck herself, marring a beauty that rivaled her brother's.
'I mourn for the loss of the one I loved best in all the world,' she said in a hollow voice. 'I feel no shame in showing it.' She cast an icy stare at me and at Eco, then swept from the room.
Extreme displays of grief are disdained in Rome, where excessive public mourning is banned by law, but we were in Neapolis. Sosistrides seemed to read my thoughts. 'Cleio has always been more Greek than Roman. She lets her emotions run wild. Just the opposite of her brother. Cleon was always so cool, so detached.' He shook his head. 'She's taken her brother's death very hard. When I came home from Pompeii yesterday I found his body here in the vestibule; his slaves had carried him home from the gymnasium. Cleio was in her room, crying uncontrollably. She'd already cut her hair. She wept and wailed all night long.'
He gazed at his dead son's face and reached out to touch it, his hand looking warm and ruddy against the unnatural pallor of the boy's cold cheek. 'Someone murdered my son. You must help me find out who did it, Gordianus-to put the shade of my son to rest, and for my grieving daughter's sake.'
'That's right, I heard the splash. I was here behind my counter in the changing room, and the door to the courtyard was standing wide open, just like it is now.'
Caputorus the gymnasiarchus was a grizzled old wrestler with enormous shoulders, a perfectly bald head, and a protruding belly. His eyes kept darting past me to follow the comings and goings of the naked youths, and every so often he interrupted me in mid-sentence to yell out a greeting, which usually included some jocular insult or obscenity. The fourth time he reached out to tousle Eco's hair, Eco deftly moved out of range and stayed there.
'And when you heard the splash, did you immediately go and have a look?' I asked.
'Not right away. To tell you the truth, I didn't think much of it. I figured Cleon was out there jumping in and out of the pool, which is against the rules, mind you! It's a long, shallow pool meant for swimming only, and no jumping allowed. But he was always breaking the rules. Thought he could get away with anything.'
'So why didn't you go out and tell him to stop? You are the gymnasiarchus, aren't you?'
'Do you think that counted for anything with that spoiled brat? Master of the gym I may be, but nobody was his master. You know what he'd have done? Quoted some fancy lines from some famous play, most likely about old wrestlers with big bellies, flashed his naked behind at me, and then jumped back in the pool! I don't need the grief, thank you very much. Hey, Manius!' Caputorus shouted at a youth behind me. 'I saw you and your sweetheart out there wrestling this morning. You been studying your old man's dirty vases to learn those positions? Ha!'
Over my shoulder, I saw a redheaded youth flash a lascivious grin and make an obscene gesture using both hands.
'Back to yesterday,' I said. 'You heard the splash and didn't think much of it, but eventually you went out to the courtyard.'
'Just to get some fresh air. I noticed right away that Cleon wasn't swimming anymore. I figured he'd headed inside to the baths.'
'But wouldn't he have passed you on the way?'
'Not necessarily. There are two passageways into the courtyard. The one most people take goes past my counter here. The other is through a little hallway that connects to the outer vestibule. It's a more roundabout route to get inside to the baths, but he could have gone in that way.'
'And could someone have gotten into the courtyard the same way?'
'Yes.'
'Then you can't say for certain that Cleon was alone out there.'
'You are a sharp one, aren't you!' Caputorus said sarcastically. 'But you're right. Cleon was out there by himself to start with, of that I'm sure. And after that, nobody walked by me, coming or going. But somebody could have come and gone by the other passageway. Anyway, when I stepped out there, I could tell right away that something was wrong, seriously wrong, though I couldn't quite say what. Only later, I realized what it was: the statue was missing, that little statue of Eros that's been there since before I took over running this place. You know how you can see a thing every day and take it for granted, and when all of a sudden it's not there, you can't even say what's missing, but you sense that something's off? That's how it was. Then I saw the color of the water. All pinkish in one spot, and darker toward the bottom. I stepped closer and then I saw him, lying on the bottom, not moving and no air bubbles coming up, and the statue around him in pieces. It was obvious right away what must have happened. Here, I'll show you the spot.'
As we were passing out the doorway, a muscular wrestler wearing only a leather headband and wrist-wraps squeezed by on his way in. Caputorus twisted a towel between his fists and snapped it against the youth's bare backside. 'Your mother!' yelled the stung athlete.
'No, your shiny red bottom!' Caputorus threw back his head and laughed.
The pool had been drained and scrubbed, leaving no trace of Cleon's blood amid the puddles. The pieces of the statue of Eros had been gathered up and deposited next to the empty pedestal. One of the cherub's tiny feet had broken off, as had the top of Eros's bow, the point of his notched arrow, and the feathery tip of one wing.
'The statue had been here for years, you say?'
'That's right.'
'Sitting here on this pedestal?'
'Yes. Never budged, even when we'd get a bit of a rumble from Vesuvius.'
'Strange, then, that it should have fallen yesterday, when no one felt any tremors. Even stranger that it should fall directly onto a swimmer…'
'It's a mystery, all right.'
'I think the word is murder.'
Caputorus looked at me shrewdly. 'Not necessarily.'
'What do you mean?'
'Ask some of the boys. See what they tell you.'
'I intend to ask everyone who was here what they saw or heard.'
'Then you might start with this little fellow.' He indicated the broken Eros.
'Speak plainly, Caputorus.'
'Others know more than I do. All I can tell you is what I've picked up from the boys.' 'And what's that?'
'Cleon was a heartbreaker. You've only seen him laid out for his funeral. You have no idea how good-looking he was, both above the neck and below. A body like a statue by Phidias, a regular Apollo- he took your breath away! Smart, too, and the best athlete on the Cup. Strutting around here naked every day, challenging all the boys to wrestle him, celebrating his wins by quoting Homer. He had half the boys in this place trailing after him, all wanting to be his special friend. They were awestruck by him.'
'And yet, yesterday, after he won the laurel crown, he swam alone.'
'Maybe because they'd all finally had enough of him. Maybe they got tired of his bragging. Maybe they realized he wasn't the sort to ever return a shred of love or affection to anybody.'
'You sound bitter, Caputorus.'
'Do I?'
'Are you sure you're talking just about the boys?'
His face reddened. He worked his jaw back and forth and flexed his massive shoulders. I tried not to flinch.
'I'm no fool, Finder,' he finally said, lowering his voice. 'I've been around long enough to learn a few things. Lesson one: a boy like Cleon is nothing but trouble. Look, but don't touch.' His jaw relaxed into a faint smile. 'I've got a tough hide. I tease and joke with the best, but none of these boys get under my skin.'
'Not even Cleon?'
His face hardened, then broke into a grin as he looked beyond me. 'Calpurnius!' he yelled at a boy across the courtyard. 'If you handle the javelin between your legs the way you handle that one, I'm surprised you haven't pulled it off by now! Merciful Zeus, let me show you how!'
