She dropped her eyes in submission. ‘Of course, how silly of me.’
‘Besides, he’s a fine figure of a man. What dignity he has. How many men can boast such a noble profile? That mass of silver hair makes him stand out from any crowd and he is rich, Lady, so you’ll want for nothing.’
He’s also as supine as a cub and as dull and pompous as you, she thought, but she smiled again when she spoke out loud. ‘Do you think he’ll agree?’
‘My dear Claudia, you underrate yourself. You are still a very handsome woman. Sextius will be flattered.’
‘You cannot be sure.’
That speared him; she could see the mind working flat out to counter that objection, but he could hardly tell her that Lucius Sextius Paullus would do exactly what Quintus Cornelius, the newly elected consul, told him to do.
‘I must make a confession,’ he said smoothly, ‘for the very thought you have espoused did worry me. I could not see you risk a rebuff, so, I took the liberty of sounding out Sextius Paullus in advance.’
‘You shame me, Quintus!’ she cried, her hands going to her mouth.
‘Do I?’ He was confused. Not having done any such thing, he was wondering what the result would have been if he had. ‘It was not my intention.’
‘Well, now I have no choice. You have forced my hand.’
‘I apologise, most heartily,’ Quintus replied swiftly, trying to keep the triumph out of his voice.
Claudia’s voice changed completely and her simpering tone went, to be replaced by the true timbre, strong and direct. ‘And because you have done this, Quintus, I must extract one more condition from you before we proceed.’
‘What?’
She looked him right in the eye, not in the least deflected by his obvious anger. ‘I want you to swear, before witnesses, that you will do everything you can to help Titus to the consulship.’
‘Titus?’
She couldn’t resist being sarcastic. ‘You may recall him. He’s your brother.’
‘I know who he is!’ Quintus shouted. ‘Did he put you up to this?’
‘Would you believe me if I said no?’
‘I agree.’
He said it suddenly, which caught her off guard, but the look in his eye was enough to tell Claudia he had no intention of complying. Once the wedding was over, he would renege, no matter to whom he swore an oath and he did not think she had it in her power to force him. Time to disabuse her stepson of that notion.
‘That pleases me, Quintus, and I know you will keep your word. After all, you are one of the few people alive who realise the harm that I, provoked beyond endurance, can do to the Cornelii name.’ He went white and she could see him beginning to explode. ‘I think it would be a good idea to fetch Lucius Sextius Paullus, don’t you?’
‘There is nothing you can do,’ said Cholon, shrugging. ‘If Quintus will not move this bill in the house.’
‘Cholon is right, Marcellus.’
‘You should attend to your guests and put the matter out of your mind.’
Marcellus sighed. If these two said it was hopeless, then it must be so. ‘Titus, since your brother is absent, would you do me the honour of sitting at my right hand?’
‘The honour is mine,’ Titus replied with a slight bow.
He knew as well as his young host just how comprehensively the boy had been insulted. Quintus, who would have crawled to attend upon Lucius when he was alive, had, by pleading pressure of work, declined an invitation to the first dinner Marcellus was hosting as his own man.
Just then, he was distracted from the discussion as Marcellus caught the eye of Valeria’s father, who had practically stormed out of the house earlier, and had only been restrained by his friends, who had reminded him of the harm he would do to his house by insulting the host. Marcellus had been a little ingenuous when the man had mentioned marriage with his daughter, disabusing him of the idea, in a voice that sounded stuffed with pride, but was in reality full of pain. Truly, the youngster had reasoned, coming upon your inheritance was not the bed of roses it had, at first, appeared. And he still had to face Valeria!
‘Odd, Marcellus reminds me a little of your father,’ said Cholon, as they walked back to their respective homes. ‘You do too, of course.’
‘He asked me all about him when we first met. Told me that Father was the noblest Roman he’d ever met.’
‘The boy was right in that!’ said the Greek, proudly.
Titus put a hand on his shoulder. ‘I wonder whether nobility is an asset in these times.’
Cholon stopped as they were crossing the Forum Romanum, right outside the Curia Hostilia, home to the Senate, and looked Titus in the eye. ‘I think the late Lucius Falerius was right. You’re so lucky, you Romans! How many times have you stood on the threshold of disaster, only to find that the very man capable of saving you is at hand, merely waiting for the summons? No other state has had such good fortune.’
‘Careful Cholon, or you’ll be saying we Romans are doing something right.’
‘Much as it pains me to admit it, Titus, I think you are.’ He pointed to the building behind. ‘There’s more corruption and venality in that building than there is anywhere in the world, yet the same system that produces them, produces the likes of Marcellus and you.’
‘I agree about Marcellus,’ said Titus quickly.
Cholon grinned, his teeth showing white in the light from the torches in the Forum walls.
‘Your father couldn’t bear a compliment either, but he was there, like you and Marcellus, standing by to take over if the Republic faltered. That is your Roman strength. You have created a system that encourages corruption, that makes men rich beyond the dreams of avarice, yet when it becomes too rotten to sustain, when the fabric tears, it falls into the hands of men of honour, men who would not sully their hands with a bribe.’
Titus tapped him on the chest. ‘You are, like all Greeks, an incurable romantic. One day the gods will decide they’ve had enough of us Romans. One day these honourable men will fail.’
‘Then let the gods beware,’ said Cholon, who had probably drunk more than was good for him.
‘Are we not too close to a temple for such impiety?’
Cholon grinned again. ‘What has a Greek got to fear from a Roman temple? After all, you’re mere barbarians.’
‘Of course I wish you joy,’ said Titus, though his face could not help but betray his true feelings regarding someone like Sextius Paullus.
‘And me too,’ added Cholon.
‘You think I’ve made a poor choice?’ asked Claudia. They both gave a negative reply in unison, but in a flustered way. ‘Good. Then I would like you to give me away, Titus. I could not bear it if Quintus had the honour.’
The air of congratulation did not last a second after they had left her room.
‘The man’s a buffoon!’
Cholon looked at Titus, who was confused rather than angry. ‘I fear I am to blame. I suggested it in the first place.’
‘Sextius Paullus!’
That annoyed Cholon, who knew the bridegroom to be an empty vessel, a handsome spineless nobody with money, and a pederast, to boot. ‘What do you take me for, an idiot?’
‘I’m beginning to wonder if Claudia has lost her wits.’
The Greek emitted a small but potent moan. ‘One evening with Sextius should convince her that she has done just that.’
Titus shrugged. ‘It is, of course, her life.’
Cholon looked at the heavens, as if seeking support. ‘Let’s just hope she doesn’t invite us to dine with him too often.’
‘Lucky Quintus,’ said Titus, mournfully. ‘Suddenly a year of hard campaigning in Spain sounds very enticing.’
