Of course not. Never mind that she was a murderess. If they damned her in public, her blackmail had to be explained; the secret she knew would become public knowledge.
`She is dead. We cannot punish her. And we have to protect her children. Her father,' said Laco, `has stepped in with remedies. Donatus, a decent type, is to adopt Saffia's young son Lucius – Lutea has agreed to it – and Donatus is pleased to do so, having no sons of his own. Then, to protect Lucius and the other children from being sullied by their mother's past actions, Donatus will make certain payments from the money and goods Saffia had carried off. He will take responsibility for the payment Silius Italicus won in the corruption case. And I believe he will also cover certain 'expenses' for Paccius Africanus.'
`The compensation was a million and a quarter,' Helena reminded him coolly.
Verginius Laco smiled. `I understand Silius will accept a lesser sum, as a compromise.
`Why?' Like her brothers, Helena did not shy from the awkward question, though her tone was less abrasive.
`Why?' Laco seemed surprised to be challenged.
`Why is Silius Italicus prepared to compromise?'
Without her insistence, Verginius Laco would not have paid the compliment: `The ethical queries raised by Didius Falco against both Silius and Paccius may be a factor. They were embarrassed by the speech he made. It could interfere with their present and future standing.'
Helena justina gave him a gracious smile. `Then we are glad Falco made the speech! And what about the loss of Rubirius Metellus?'
Laco was terse. `Donatus will make reparation.'
His children had accepted a payoff. Perhaps that was justice. Certainly the law would say so.
`So the family is content. But are you sure,' I asked him, `neither Silius nor Paccius will want a formal verdict on the murder? Are their payments from Donatus enough to make them forget such a terrible crime was committed?'
`They are informers,' said Laco. Perhaps he forgot I was one. `Pursuing money appeals to them more than pursuing wrongs.'
We had one last awkward question. Just when everything seemed over, Aelianus doggedly came out with it: `There is just one thing nobody has explained yet. All the fuss has been because Negrinus is an interloper. So – who was his real father?'
Helena was too far away to cuff him round the ears. Rubiria Carina spoke up at once: `That we do not know. And since my mother is now dead,' she continued wanly, `I am afraid we will never know.'
Aelianus suspected she was lying. A raised finger from his own sister made him hold his peace.
I myself thought that Carina was telling the truth. Though, like the rest of them throughout this sad story, she was not telling all of it.
LVII
IT WAS made apparent subtly that we were to take our leave. Falco and Associates withdrew from the white and gold salon, leaving the family of Rubirius Metellus to reflect on the end to their difficulties.
The Camillus brothers stood with Helena and me as we waited for our bearers. Canidianus Rufus, who had stormed out earlier, was already prowling the atrium; his wife's litter stood ready and he was hanging around for Juliana.
After a glance at the others, I walked across to him. `All very enlightening!'
He grunted. As a mode of expression it was minimal, but suited his personality. Even amongst a family he approved of, this man would have been restless and abrasive. Today he was ready to boil over. He glared at me through eyes like slits.
`Of course they have not admitted the whole story.' I implied that I knew anyway. `I don't care for letting a murderess get away with it – and they haven't thought about Lutea. He intends trouble, depend on it. He needs money far too much to stop.'
Canidianus Rufus was hopping from foot to foot, praying for his wife to arrive and free him. But they had brainwashed him into keeping their secrets and he managed to remain silent.
I pretended not to notice his discomfiture. `I do applaud Laco for sewing it all up with Donatus – Laco must have been working his arse off over all this… Curious family,' I commented. `Though strangely loyal. And now they will get away with it -'
`It stinks!' Rufus could no longer hold back.
I shrugged. Thinking of how old Donatus was now taking on little Lucius, I suggested, `So much could have been avoided by a quiet adoption process, surely?'
Helena had crossed the atrium to join us. She slipped her hand through my arm. `Oh no, Marcus. Adoption is for families of good birth only. The Metelli never had that option.'
`Because his father was unknown?' I pulled a face. Canidianus Rufus stood silent, either unaware how we were playing him, or helpless to escape. `Negrinus would take his mother's rank, Helena – what's the problem? Adultery is the fashion; there is no stigma nowadays.'
`Keep your voice down!' Helena hushed me, drawing Rufus into our gossip. `Marcus is so innocent. Not knowing a father is awkward, love, but common enough. But their situation is just unworkable. They have only admitted half of it. Rubirius Metellus was not his son's father – but nor was Calpurnia Cara his mother! Am I right, Rufus?'
Canidianus Rufus was desperate to share his anger: `Oh you're horribly right, young lady!'
`Did Calpurnia bear three children?' hissed Helena. `Two girls and a boy?'
`Yes,' said Rufus.
`And the boy died?'
`Yes.'
`So Calpurnia obtained a substitute from Euboule?'
`Yes!'
`But that's appalling.' I joined in as if the thought had only just struck me. `Such a child was a disaster. Negrinus could be anyone!'
Canidianus Rufus could no longer contain his true feelings. `It's disgusting!' he roared, not caring who heard him. The Camillus brothers looked startled and came over towards us. `She should have been divorced, the minute Metellus found out. Passing off a child on him? He should have charged the bloody woman with deception. As for the so-called son -' He was livid. `Don't ask me to use his name again – he has no right to it. That sham! It's a bloody disgrace that decent people are expected to go on dealing with him. He should never have been allowed in the Senate. Never put up for aedile. Never kept in the family. I simply can't believe it! They should all stop cosying up to him – and kick him back where he belongs!'
Overcome with revulsion, Rufus stomped off. We four stood there stunned – not only by the revelation. The outburst from Rufus showed the full force of senatorial snobbery. And his self-righteous prejudice showed exactly why the Metellus family had been trapped.
After a moment Aelianus whistled quietly through his front teeth. `Well?' he asked Helena.
She took a deep breath. `I just guessed. Calpurnia Cara's own son must have died whilst being nursed by Euboule. Because fear or distaste made her not want to have another baby, Calpurnia chose not to tell her husband, but she let Euboule substitute another child. It worked. It worked for thirty years. But Calpurnia had to pay Euboule extortionately to keep the secret – and in the end Euboule or her daughter began to tell others.'
`It was always bound to happen,' Justinus observed.
`Calpurnia Cara made a terrible mistake,' Helena agreed. `When Saffia told Metellus, there was no way out. Calpurnia wanted to keep the secret for her own sake, and Metellus knew he could not allow anyone in good society to know. Metellus may have stood by Negrinus – who was the innocent victim – but he raged at Calpurnia. I can even see why she lost any feeling for Negrinus. Well, she always knew he was not her child. She let him be falsely accused of killing Metellus. She came to hate him for the trouble he had caused, and must have wanted him out of the way. It's only astonishing that neither his father nor his sisters would abandon him.'
