you. Whatever he may think, young Basilius is not untouchable. But I shall need a better case for proceeding against him than I presently have. Your Ethiopian partner is also lucky in his circumstances. It is not for you to know why a heretic from beyond the frontiers of the Empire is welcome in Rome. It is enough for you to know that I must for the moment overlook his speculative manipulations and those of his other accomplices.
‘You, however, are an altogether less important irritation.’ He pressed the fingers of both hands together, now beginning to enjoy himself.
‘I am informed that Father Maximin wanted to use the gold that you both took outside Populonium for the endowment of a monastery in Rome. In your barbarian lust for gain, you argued with him. You suborned a Church slave to assist you in his murder. You both murdered Brother Ambrose. For reasons as yet unknown, you both murdered the dealer Silas of Edessa. The slave then blackmailed you into handing over a larger than agreed share of your unlawful gains, and you tried to kill him in broad daylight.
‘I think the facts are reasonably consistent with this explanation. You are a vain, greedy, stupid barbarian. If I put all this in writing to the prefect-’
‘But you can’t do that,’ I cried. I was outraged at the sheer effrontery of the lies he was proposing to tell. I struggled to fight back the tears of rage and self-pity.
The dispensator slanted his eyes and looked at me as if I were some leprous beggar in the square outside. ‘Young man,’ he said with quiet menace, ‘you have no conception of what I can do in this city – or of what I will do to protect the interests of the Church. If I write to the prefect, believe me that he will take action. He will act with a speed and thoroughness that will be the talk of Rome until he has finished his term of office.’
He rustled some loose sheets on his desk. ‘However, I am not inclined to harshness over the indiscretions of youth. I fail to see what benefit would follow from the painful execution of a man whose abilities may still be of use to the Church. I will offer you an escape from the justice of the civil authorities.
‘You have three days from now to arrange your affairs. I then want you out of Rome.’
‘But…’ I wanted to ask where I’d go. But the dispensator already had his answer.
‘Where you go is not my concern. If it is your concern, it is one that you should have borne in mind before interfering in matters that are beyond your knowledge or control.
‘Let me see.’ He pulled out a sheet of papyrus. ‘I am told you have a business connection in Marseilles.’ I looked at him. Did he have spies everywhere? He continued: ‘You will know from your studies that Marseilles was in ancient days a refuge for those who had failed in Rome. Let it be so again. I am told it has a most healthy climate, and is not too greatly troubled by the Frankish authorities in its internal ordering. You may appoint an agent here in Rome to oversee the copying of the books. You may oversee his work from Marseilles. You can be a modern – ah – Gaius Verres.’ He paused and gave himself an almost visible hug at the supposed aptness of his allusion.
‘But I do not ultimately care to which other place you take yourself,’ he continued. ‘I only warn you that if I find you are still in Rome once your three days have elapsed, I will see to it that the prefect sets light personally to the fire on which you are to be roasted to death in front of his Basilica. Do I make myself clear, young man?’
I nodded, swallowing with a dry throat.
‘Then get out of my office!’
As I left, he repeated ominously: ‘Three days,’ and held up three fingers as if I didn’t already understand.
Before I was completely out of his office, he was back to work on his files.
As I described the whole calamitous series of events to him, Lucius had his slaves ply me with strong wine and set an iced poultice to my forehead. I reclined on his bed while he stroked my hand soothingly.
‘Now, now, my beautiful, golden boy, stop the crying,’ he crooned. ‘You should see how the swelling spoils those lovely eyes.’
I’d burst into tears long before getting through my account of the day. It was such a short while since I’d been walking confidently about Rome, almost like a native. I’d been counting my gains and looking forward to a resolution of our enquiry into Maximin’s death. Now, I was about to become an exile for the second time in a year. And being kicked out of Rome was far worse than having to leave horrid old Kent. I had to fight hard against dissolving into another fit of the sobs.
‘I never did like that Church slave,’ Lucius said, turning to seal a letter and handing it to a slave who stood beside him. ‘He was always too full of himself. He never showed proper respect to his betters.
‘I can’t take you to the Column of Phocas. But I can issue instructions for the arrest on sight of Martin. We’ll have him brought back here. I have cellars so deep, no one will ever notice his cries as I have the truth extracted from his miserable body.
‘Now…’ He turned to another slave and issued his instruction.
I’d held back nothing of what the dispensator had said to me. I’d also finally got round to telling him about my dealings with the diplomat and the full truth of what had happened with those street thugs. I’d expected Lucius at least to give me a hard look. In the event, he’d contented himself with a few questions to clarify my broken, tear- stained account of things.
The stuff about the diplomat did have one effect. Lucius ordered his library to be packed up and hidden in ‘the safe place’ and replaced by a copy of the Gospels he had somewhere, together with some of the devotional literature he’d managed to inherit from his grandfather and had neglected to burn. He also ordered the main altar to be taken outside for use as a support for potted plants. ‘Icons in every room,’ he added. ‘There’s a stack of them by the slave toilets.’
The house would soon look properly devout, should anyone come looking. There was a limit, even Lucius acknowledged, to his noble immunity. ‘There’s an undeniable smell now of politics,’ he said. ‘You don’t take any chances when that miasma rises.
‘As for you, my golden, beautiful object of adoration,’ he said, turning back to me, ‘we must part a while – perhaps just for a few days – but we must part. The dispensator is right. There is no human power that can for the moment stand against him in Rome. But I have friends in Ravenna who will keep you safe.
‘I’ll send the letter of introduction by fast courier tonight. The exarch is of much sterner stuff than this broken-down fool of a prefect. Though also a Greek, he’s very nearly a gentleman – and, in the religious sense, is quietly one of us.’
Lucius paused and chose his words before continuing. ‘I’ll warn you for when you meet him, he’s a touch over the wrong side of madness. So don’t try saying anything too clever. But he’s undoubtedly one of us. You can rely on his protection. You can stay in Ravenna, while I press on here with what I can of the investigation. At the very least, I can have that slave caught, and I will gladly send you the various parts that I cut with my own hands from his twisted, still living body.’
Lucius went back to issuing the necessary instructions. I was to leave the day after next. He could have his lawyer recommend an overseer for the copying. I was to load as much as I could fit on two packhorses. Whatever else I had could be left with him. I was to be provided with all supplemental letters of introduction. I’d be in Ravenna for a while – though I might like it so much, he said, I’d never want to leave; then he would try to settle matters for my return to Rome to claim the justice that was rightly mine.
‘There is one more matter to be discussed, my glorious Alaric,’ he said as the last slave left the room. ‘I said on the first day of our investigation that there are two sources of knowledge. We have tried a patient collection and judgement of facts. We have found much, but not enough. And time is now running out. We need therefore to take the more direct approach, of an appeal to the Gods. They have never failed me – not, that is, when I’ve asked with a pure heart. They will not fail me now.
‘Go back to your lodgings, Alaric. Arrange your affairs with Marcella. Whatever now may happen, you must take advantage of my protection here in my house. I will send for you at nightfall. Tell no one where you are going. Do exactly as my slaves require of you. I promise we shall have some kind of answer before dawn.
‘Just in case, though, do start packing for Ravenna.’
The diplomat had already had his interview in the Lateran by the time I sat down beside him in Marcella’s latrines.
‘Such harsh and undiplomatic language from this Chalcedonite heretic,’ he said mournfully, referring doubtless to what the dispensator had told him. ‘I really thought to remind the dog of the kings whose blood runs in my body.’
