'He works in the fort.'
'For one of the legates. Don't worry-there's no trouble!' I reassured her quickly. 'I heard you were good friends with Rusticus.'
'I may have been.' I thought I saw her confident blue eyes darken sullenly. Maybe she was frightened. Or perhaps it was something more furtive.
'Do you know where he is?'
'No.'
'Has he gone away somewhere?'
'What's it to you?' she demanded.
'I'd very much like to find him.'
'Why?' I was about to explain my search for the legate when she fetched out angrily, 'I haven't seen him for ages. I don't know where he is!' She jumped to her feet. Justinus, taken aback, pushed his stool away from the table with a screeching skid. 'What do you want?' Regina shouted. 'Why have you started pestering me?'
Other customers-mostly soldiers-glanced over in our direction, though without much interest. 'Steady on, Falco,' Justinus interrupted. The girl rushed indoors wildly. 'Yes, barmaids do seem to be your speciality!' Justinus scoffed. He glared at me reprovingly, then followed her inside the tavern.
'That's Regina!' one of the soldiers grinned.
'Scratchy?'
'Gets het up over everything.'
I left payment on the table, sauntering nearby until the tribune reappeared. 'I'm glad to see you in one piece! I gather her temper is legendary. She loves screaming and bursting into tears at innocent customers. For an encore she'll throw an amphora at your head. If you're unlucky it's a full one: Have you been drying her tears, or just trying to dodge?'
'You're too harsh, Falco!'
'She expected it.'
'Oh really?' Justinus muttered through his teeth. 'Well, I found out what we wanted without bullying the girl. It's quite simple. She and the slave Rusticus had a lovers' tiff. She doesn't see him any more.'
'What about the legate nipping off?'
'All she knows is she heard some mention that her boyfriend's master might be planning a few days away. She wasn't told why or where.'
'That's fine, if it's true.'
'Why should it not be?'
'She's a girl in a bar, you're a stranger, and I know when I've just seen a lying little strumpet who has something to hide!'
'Well I believed her.'
'Good for you,' I said.
We strode back towards the gate of the fort. Justinus still pretended to be angry, but his good nature was overcoming it. I shook my head and laughed softly.
'What's so funny?'
'Oh: there's a traditional method of extracting information where first you send a cruel brute who upsets the suspect, then his mild and friendly partner goes in and comforts them until they open their hearts.'
'It appears to be effective,' Justinus commented, rather stiffly.
'Oh yes!'
'I still don't see the joke.'
'It's nothing.' I grinned at him. 'Only the 'soft' partner is supposed to be a fake!'
XXV
Back at the house news awaited us. 'A woman came asking for you, Marcus Didius.'
I laughed. 'That kind of message needs a careful approach!' Justinus looked prim. If I wanted to look a reliable friend to Helena, flippancy was a bad response. We were having too much banter of barmaids and not enough of the dull bombast that prevails among senators. Still, I couldn't help it if he wasn't used to me. His sister was, and she had made her choice. 'Who is this matron?'
'Julia Fortunata, Marcus Didius.'
I saw Justinus start at that. I raised an eyebrow. 'Let me guess-is she connected with Gracilis?'
'So you've heard something?' murmured the tribune. In front of his servants he was being discreet.
They were not my servants. 'Maenia Priscilla mentioned to me this morning that Gracilis flaunts a mistress somewhere. Is this her? Coming to the fort in such a public way seems strange-I wonder what she wants so urgently? Do you know where she lives?'
'I believe so,' Justinus replied, still cautiously. 'They say Gracilis has established her in a villa not far away:'
I told him that if he had a free afternoon he could come with me for the entertainment. He hesitated. Then he shouted for a slave to fetch both our cloaks.
We had to ride out through the Decumana Gate and go south. Once we had turned down the incline outside the gate, peace descended. Apart from the broad curve of the waterway, the square fort behind us remained the most prominent feature of the landscape, which, unusually in this section of the river, lacked the dramatic crags and rocky narrows that occur downstream. Here it was mainly low ground, sometimes broken by natural or man-made mooring creeks, though it was obviously not marshy. There were large trees, which frequently hid the Rhenus and Moenus from view.
Justinus took me by the road that enabled me to admire the Drusus Monument-a pleasure I did not let detain us long. Memorials to long-dead establishment heroes fail to excite me. I hardly glanced at it.
A mile or so further on stood a fortlet guarding a small village which Justinus told me regarded itself as the official Moguntiacum canabae. Julia Fortunata was renting a place just this side of the settlement. For a woman of standing it was only just safe. The Rhenus lay within sniffing distance. However, heading upstream to Argentoratum and Vindonissa, there was a military road parallel with our bank of the river, and the guard post afforded first-instance protection if trouble ever flared.
It was a villa farm with a basically Roman look, despite the usual provincial differences of layout, and a much- reduced scope from the vast estates of Italy. We entered by a small grassy path that ran between the barn and a duck pond, passed some apple trees, took a detour by an empty byre, avoided a loose pig, then came to a colonnaded house.
Indoors there was a square, Germanic hall with a central hearth where the milder Mediterranean climate would have allowed an open atrium with a pool. Julia Fortunata had imposed deliberate Roman style: drapery in sophisticated colouring, scroll-ended couches, well-placed statuettes of Greek runners and wrestlers, a side-table with a small library of scrolls in silver canisters. There were touches of drama too: sudden swags of purple cloth and multiple bronze acanthus-leaf lamps.
When she appeared, even though we knew she had been anxious to see me, she gave me her hand calmly and formally. This one would have made a proper wife for a highly placed official, had fortune not made her background good, but not quite good enough. While the young bride Maenia Priscilla possessed money and arrogance, Julia had to settle for culture and breeding. She lacked the social benefits that in Rome were conferred by a family of famous ancestors and decades of accumulated cash. She could have married a customs officer and been queen of some small town for life, but what strong-willed woman wants to be dragged down to dull respectability?
If Gracilis was the age I thought-late thirties-then Julia Fortunata must be older by at least enough to show. Justinus had told me their arrangement was known to be of long standing: it had survived the legate's first marriage, and looked ready to outlast the present one. Julia Fortunata travelled with Gracilis on all his postings.
