'You've never been married yourself.'
'No, but I've known more men than a wife ever will, willingly and unwillingly, from stubble to crotch and from love to lie. They're frightening at first glance and amusing ever afterward. As a proper lady she would lie with her husband only in the dark, without lamps, and never out of doors. But I've seen men in all places and all positions, as handsome as stags and ridiculous as dogs.'
It is a crude kind of flirting I suppose, and powerless on a man of my sophistication. Still, I shift restlessly. 'She was open to such instruction?' I'm fascinated by this glimpse of female confidences.
'I talked to her of the usefulness of fingers and of oil. Olive to help smooth things, vinegar to postpone children. Valeria listened avidly. I also stressed the importance of public appearance, regardless of what happens in private.'
Of course. Romans will forgive any private transgression if a matron behaves with decorum and grace and obedience. Dignity for a Roman comes from the opinion of other people. The noblest goal is honor. 'You stressed propriety.'
'Never a public kiss. Never a public embrace.'
'And she agreed?'
'Did she ever agree with anything? She said she wanted a partner, not a master. I reminded what the philosopher said: 'Other men rule their wives. We Romans rule other men. And our wives rule us.' But always there must be rectitude. A man too obviously in love with his wife is a weakling.'
This is true, of course. The legions deserted Anthony in part for his uncontrolled passion for Cleopatra. It is permissible to love, but impermissible to show it.
'All this settled her down?'
'I like to think so.' She's enjoying my questions. It has been my experience that all women thrive on attention, be they slave or highborn. They are as unconfident as they are vain.
'And you prepared to leave Londinium?'
'Valeria was anxious. It's bad luck to marry in May, and the girl was too impatient to wait for propitious June, so she hoped for a union in April. As did Marcus, meaning Galba had been instructed to hurry us there.'
'What was your impression of the senior tribune?'
Savia smiles, the smile of the Roman urbanite. 'Proud, but with the bluster that comes from being born a provincial. As a servant I saw through him more than the patricians did. He enjoyed our unease. It made him feel more equal.'
'You didn't trust him.'
'He was obviously a competent soldier, and candid. He said he'd been sent as escort because Marcus wanted time at the garrison out of Galba's shadow, and that he himself wanted a chance to ingratiate himself with his new commander's bride.'
'You believed him?'
'Perhaps he was trying to make the situation work, in his own way.'
'Did Clodius accept Galba's leadership?'
'Clodius felt superior to the Thracian in everything but military rank, and the Thracian felt superior to the Roman in everything but birth.'
'Not an easy way to begin.'
'Galba couldn't show any resentment toward Valeria. So he showed it toward Clodius, instead.'
'And you rode north.'
'No. We walked out of the city, Valeria in a litter.'
Of course. Horses are prohibited in Londinium, as they are in Rome. Too much manure and too many accidents. 'Your escort?'
'Eight cavalry. Clodius explained they were a contubernium, a squad that shares a single tent. They'd slept in garrison at the city's northwest corner and were waiting at a circus. Cliburnius the merchant had been elected to higher office from which to steal more effectively, and was rewarding his followers with games.'
I do not comment on this cynicism. The knavery of Briton officials is well known. Corruption is rampant, intrigue second nature. Briton perfidy is as proverbial in the empire as Egyptian slyness or Greek arrogance. And any man elected had better provide for the mob. Still, Londinium is not as bad as its reputation. The streets are straighter than Rome's, the congestion less terrible. There is such copious water that the fountains run free, discouraging the gangs that fight to control the taps of the capital. The gutters run so copiously that the stink from shit and garbage is surprisingly small. The baths are packed-the only way to keep warm in this country, I think.
'They all wanted to watch Crispus in the arena,' Savia goes on, 'and the chariots of the Blue and the Green on the track outside. The wedding schedule made this impossible, so Galba told his men to meet us at the grounds, giving his soldiers a brief chance to mingle with the charioteers and see the exotic animals. Which led, of course, to the trouble with the elephant.'
'The elephant?'
'We could hear its trumpeting a quarter mile away. Cliburnius insisted the slaves provoke its sound to remind the city of the day's competitions. The elephant was chained to a stake, and Galba's men were tormenting it for amusement, prodding it with the butts of their lances. Valeria, who has a weakness for animals, bounded out of her litter and demanded they stop. Immediately, the beast came at her.'
I raise my brow.
'Somehow it got loose, and Valeria was trapped against the amphitheater wall. Then Galba was there with a torch he'd ignited in a cooking fire, darting in front of the girl to drive the elephant back.'
'I have seen an elephant kill a man,' I remark, remembering a rampage in Carthage. The victim had been grotesquely flattened. 'Your mistress was rash.'
'She has an impulsive heart.'
'And Galba brave.'
'So it seemed.'
'Seemed?'
'It was Clodius who was suspicious afterward. Why had the elephant escaped at that very moment? Why were torches so ready at hand? We dismissed his complaints as jealousy but now, looking back…'
'Valeria was not hurt?'
'Frightened and then rescued, twice in two days. She found the experience exhilarating. Her eyes were wide, her skin flushed, a lock of hair astray-'
'Fetching.'
'Too much so. Galba told everyone we had no time for circuses, saying Marcus wouldn't appreciate his men gaming while he was waiting for his bride. The soldier Titus said he could understand his commander's impatience! The men laughed, but I blushed. It was barracks talk, improper in front of a lady.'
'And Valeria?'
'There was an earthy honesty to these soldiers quite different from the gambits and wit of Rome. She thought it exotic and grown-up.'
'So you finally exited the city.'
'Not yet. Clodius picked a fight about religion.'
'Religion!'
'Clodius wanted to show he was one of the soldiers. We'd passed a temple of Mithras, closed at the emperor's new order, and a couple men muttered at this sacrilege against the soldier's god. So Clodius demanded of me why Christian preachers don't bathe.'
'Of you?'
'He knew I speak freely about my faith. He knew I'd bathed myself. And he pretended not to know that public baths are a center for sexual vices and political intrigue. He said it was well known that Christian priests stink, which I explained is because they care nothing for this world out of preparation for the next. Then Galba reminded Clodius that Christianity was once more the state religion, with Julian's death and Valentinian's succession, which allowed Clodius to reply that Constantine converted originally only to seize the gold of pagan temples and-'
'Jupiter's ghost! All this, and you weren't even out of the city?' Religion today is a topic as dangerous as it is heated. The emperor Julian tried to bring back the old gods, while Valentinian recognized that political power has
