began to sputter. The Greek letters all began to look alike. Normally Bethesda would have come to put me to bed, but it seemed she had chosen to comfort Eco instead. I fell asleep on my dining couch beneath the stars, thinking of a yellow cloak stained with red, and of lifeless green eyes gazing at an empty blue sky.
Eco was ill the next day, or feigned illness. Bethesda solemnly informed me that he did not wish to leave his bed. I stood in the doorway of his little room and spoke to him gently, reminding him that the Roman Festival continued, and that today there would be a wild beast show in the Circus Maximus, and another play put on by another company. He turned his back to me and pulled the coverlet over his head.
'I suppose I should punish him,' I whispered to myself, trying to think of what a normal Roman father would do.
'I suppose you should not,' whispered Bethesda as she passed me. Her haughtiness left me properly humbled.
I took my morning stroll alone-for the first time in many days, I realized, acutely aware that Eco was not beside me. The Subura seemed a rather dull place without ten-year-old eyes through which to see it. I had only my own eyes to serve me, and they had seen it a million times before.
I would buy him a gift, I decided; I would buy them each a gift, for it was always a good idea to placate Bethesda when she was haughty. For Eco I bought a red leather ball, such as boys use to play trigon, knocking it back and forth to each other using their elbows and knees. For Bethesda I wanted to find a veil woven of blue midnight shot through with silver moths, but I decided to settle for one made of linen. On the street of the cloth merchants I found the shop of my old acquaintance Ruso.
I asked to see a veil of dark blue. As if by magic he produced the very veil I had been imagining, a gossamer thing that seemed to be made of blue-black spiderwebs and silver. It was also most expensive item in the shop. I chided him for taunting me with a luxury beyond my means.
Ruso shrugged good-naturedly. 'One never knows; might have just been playing dice, and won a fortune by casting the Venus Throw. Here, these are more affordable.' He smiled and laid a selection before me.
'No,' I said, seeing nothing I liked, 'I've changed my mind.'
'Then something in a lighter blue, perhaps.? A bright blue, like the sky.'
'No, I think not-'
'Ah, but see what I have to show you first. Felix… Felix! Fetch me one of the new veils that just arrived from Alexandria, the bright blue ones with yellow stitching.'
The young slave bit his lip nervously and seemed to cringe. This struck me as odd, for I knew Ruso to be a temperate man and not a cruel master.
'Go on, then-what are you waiting for.?' Ruso turned to me and shook his head. 'This new slave-worse than useless! I don't think he's very smart, no matter what the slave merchant said. He keeps the books well enough, but here in the shop- look, he's done it again! Unbelievable! Felix, what is wrong with you? Do you do this just to spite me? Do you want a beating? I won't put up with this any longer, I tell you!'
The slave shrank back, looking confused and helpless. In his hand he held a yellow veil.
'All the time he does this!' wailed Ruso, clutching his head.
'He wants to drive me mad! I ask for blue and he brings me yellow! I ask for yellow and he brings me blue! Have you ever heard of such stupidity? I shall beat you, Felix, I swear it!' He ran after the poor slave, brandishing a measuring rod. And then I understood.
My friend Statilius, as I had expected, was not at his lodgings in the Subura. When I questioned his landlord, the old man gave me the sly look of a confederate charged with throwing hounds off the scent, and told me that Statilius had left Rome for the countryside.
He was in none of the usual places where he might have been on a festival day. No tavern had served him and no brothel had admitted him. He would not even think of appearing in a gambling house, I told myself-and then knew that the exact opposite must be true.
Once I began to search the gaming places in the Subura, I found him easily enough. In a crowded apartment on the third floor of an old tenement I discovered him in the midst of a crowd of well-dressed men, some of them even wearing their togas. Statilius was down on his elbows and knees, shaking a tiny box and muttering prayers to Fortune. He cast the dice; the crowd contracted in a tight circle and then drew back, exclaiming. The throw was a good one: III, III, III and VI-the Remus Throw.
'Yes! Yes!' Statilius cried, and held out his palms. The others handed over their coins.
I grabbed him by the collar of his tunic and pulled him squawking into the hall.
'I should think you're deeply enough in debt already,' I said.
'Quite the contrary!' he protested, smiling broadly. His face was flushed and his forehead beaded with sweat, like a man with a fever.
'Just how much do you owe Flavius the moneylender?'
'A hundred thousand sesterces.'
'A hundred thousand!' My heart leaped into my throat.
'But not any longer. You see, I'll be able to pay him of now!' He held up the coins in his hands. 'I have two bags full of silver in the other room, where my slave's looking after them. And-can you believe it? — a deed to a house on the Caelian Hill. I've won my way out of it, don't you see?'
'At the expense of another man's life.'
His grin became sheepish. 'So, you've figured that out. But who could have foreseen such a tragedy? Certainly not I. And when it happened, I didn't rejoice in Panurgus's death-you saw that. I didn't hate him, not really. My jealousy was purely professional. But if the Fates decided better him than me, who am I to argue?'
'You're a worm, Statilius. Why didn't you tell Roscius what you knew? Why didn't you tell me?'
'What did I know, really? Someone completely unknown might have killed poor Panurgus. I didn't witness the event.'
'But you guessed the truth, all the same. That's why you wanted me backstage, wasn't it? You were afraid the assassin would come back for you. What was I, your bodyguard?'
'Perhaps. After all, he didn't come back, did he?'
'Statilius, you're a worm.'
'You said that already.' The smile dropped from his face like a discarded mask. He jerked his collar from my grasp.
'You hid the truth from me,' I said, 'but why from Roscius?'
'What, tell him I had run up an obscene gambling debt and had a notorious moneylender threatening to kill me?'
'Perhaps he'd have loaned you the money to pay off the debt.' '
'Never! You don't know Roscius. He thinks I'm lucky just to be in his troupe; believe me, he's not the type to hand out loans to an underling in the amount of a hundred thousand sesterces.
And if he knew Panurgus had mistakenly been murdered instead of me-oh, Roscius would have been furious! One Panurgus is worth ten Statilii, that's his view. I would have been a dead man then, with Flavius on one side of me and Roscius on the other. The two of them would have torn me apart like a chicken bone!' He stepped back and straightened his tunic. The smile flickered and returned to his lips. 'You're not going to tell anyone, are you?'
'Statilius, do you ever stop acting?' I averted my eyes to avoid his charm.
'Well?'
'Roscius is my client, not you.'
'But I'm your friend, Gordianus.'
'I made a promise to Panurgus.'
'Panurgus didn't hear you.'
'The gods did.'
Finding the moneylender Flavius was a simpler matter-a few questions in the right ear, a few coins in the right hands. I learned that he ran his business from a wine shop in a portico near the Circus Flaminius, where he sold inferior vintages imported from his native Tarquinu. But on a festival day, my informants told me, I would be more likely to find him at the house of questionable repute across the street.
