Back on the beach Tertulla was adamant. ‘If you sail with such a dishonest rogue he’ll either murder you, throw your bodies overboard and take all your money, or he’ll hand you in to the port authorities in Genua and still take all your money.’
‘It depends on how many of them there are,’ Magnus said. ‘Did you count them, sir?’
‘I reckon there’re six or seven plus him, maybe more.’
‘Well, that ain’t the sort of odds that I’d fancy in a small space like that over two days and nights; we’d best get on the horses.’
‘We can’t,’ Vespasian answered, realising just how stuck they were. ‘Even if we had the time go cross- country, which we don’t any more, those bastards have seen us. When they get to Genua they’ll be able to tell anyone who pays them or threatens them what we look like and where they saw us. They’ll lead them straight to Tertulla’s house and then it will be a simple case of deduction to lead them to me and the rest of the family.’
‘You’re right, Vespasian,’ Tertulla sighed. ‘But you need someone to sail the ship.’
‘Marius, can you remember enough from your navy days to sail that thing?’
‘I reckon so, sir, so long as we follow the coast.’
Tertulla smiled grimly. ‘Then it looks like the master’s just signed a death warrant for himself and his crew.’
‘I’m afraid it does, Tute. Magnus, we’ll walk back up the jetty; I’ll hold out a purse to him; you take him as he reaches for it. Sextus and Marius, stay back on the beach; we don’t want to make him suspicious. As soon as the master falls follow us on to the ship as fast as you can. We’ll kill them quickly before they’ve a chance of finding their weapons. Don’t throw the bodies overboard, we’ll do that later, a long way from here.’
‘I’ll come with you, Master Vespasian,’ Attalus said. ‘It’ll lessen the odds somewhat.’
‘You’ll be worse than a man short,’ Tertulla scoffed. ‘You’ll be in everyone’s way and get yourself killed.’
‘Then it will be merciful release for both of us, I’m sure.’ He followed Vespasian and Magnus on to the jetty.
Tertulla smiled at the bravery of her old friend, and then looked at her grandson in admiration as he walked back along the jetty. He was thinking ahead in a cold and calculating manner; he was made of the right stuff to survive in this world, she was sure of it.
The master was waiting, talking quietly on the jetty with one of the crew, as Vespasian and Magnus walked up. ‘What’s it to be, then?’ he asked in a casual manner as if he were serving in a tavern.
‘Four hundred,’ Vespasian replied.
‘I said five hundred was my last word.’
‘I suppose we don’t have any choice, then, do we?’ Vespasian said, holding out the purse that contained his gold aurei.
‘That’s the way it seems,’ the master said, his eyes fixed greedily on the heavy-looking purse. It was the last thing they ever saw.
‘You were right, my sea-faring friend, we didn’t have a choice,’ Magnus said, pulling his sword from the master’s heart. The crewman froze for an instant, not registering what had happened, as he watched his commander slump down on to the jetty. Vespasian’s knee thumped into his groin, doubling him over, exposing the back of his neck to Attalus’ blade, which sliced through it at the nape, into the vertebrae; he was dead before he had worked out what was going on.
Vespasian leapt on to the ship’s bow, gladius drawn, and severed the sword arm of the first man he came to; the ensuing scream as he went down, clutching at the spurting stump, alerted the rest of the crew to the danger. Followed by Magnus and Attalus, he jumped over the large stack of amphorae and down into the belly of the ship, landing on the back of a grizzled old crewman who was pulling a sword from the now opened weapons box beneath the mast. He thumped his sword hilt down hard on to the back of the man’s skull, cracking it open like a walnut. A shout from Attalus caused him to dodge to his left and narrowly avoid the wild slash of an axe, wielded by a tattooed monster of a man wearing only a dirty grey loincloth. The monster snarled like a wild beast as his blow missed and scythed through a line of amphorae. Olive oil gushed out over the deck. Vespasian grabbed on to the ship’s side to steady himself on the treacherous surface. He heard Sextus and Marius yell as they sprinted up the jetty and jumped on board over the stern rail. To his right Magnus had gutted a ginger-haired Celt, whose writhing body he slammed with all his strength into the monster, who tried to fend it off but slipped on the oily deck and landed on his arse. The screaming Celt flipped over his shoulder, spilling hot intestines into the monster’s lap as he went. For a moment the monster sat and stared, bemused by the grey innards that seemed to come from within him, before realising that he hadn’t been split open; he looked up just in time to see Attalus’ dagger enter his right eye. His guttural roar of pain echoed around the cliffs as Attalus twisted the blade left and right, turning the core of his brain into a jelly; it came to a sudden end as Attalus pulled the knife sharply up, slicing his brain in two.
Vespasian looked around; Sextus and Marius had secured the stern and were leaning on the rail catching their breath; two bodies lay at their feet. Magnus walked carefully forward on the slick surface and calmly slit the gutted Celt’s throat, instantly stopping his screams. The only sound now to intrude upon the gentle beat of the waves was the soft, steady moaning of the maimed man on the bow as the blood drained from his stump.
‘I’ll deal with him, sir,’ Magnus said, trying his best to stay upright on the slippery deck as the ship rocked gently on the slight swell.
‘Thank you, Magnus,’ Vespasian replied, as if Magnus had just offered him a drink of water. ‘Marius and Sextus, get those bodies down here then clear up this oil before someone hurts themselves on it.’
Vespasian put his hand on Attalus’ shoulder. ‘Thank you for that warning shout, old friend, I’m sure you’ll enjoy telling your mistress this evening that she would be minus a grandson if it hadn’t been for you.’
‘I shall, Master Vespasian,’ Attalus smiled, ‘and every evening in the future; although I rather think that she will spoil it by reminding me that you wouldn’t have been in danger if I’d done my job properly and got a trustworthy ship’s master.’
Vespasian laughed. ‘You’re probably right; let’s go and show her that we’re still alive.’
They climbed back out of the boat to see Tertulla still standing on the beach, her hands clasped in front of her.
‘Your grandfather would have been proud of you,’ she said as they walked off the jetty. ‘You fight like a man who knows that he will win. That is the sign of a man of destiny, a survivor.’
‘I very nearly didn’t survive, though, Tute. If it hadn’t been for Attalus I would be lying in two halves in the ship.’
‘So you have finally proved to be of some use after all these years,’ she said, smiling at her old friend.
‘It would appear so, mistress, which puts me one up over you.’
Vespasian left them to their banter and went to supervise the loading of the horses. Once they had been coaxed down a makeshift ramp into the belly of the ship, and their supplies stowed in the small cabin, Marius announced that he was as ready as he’d ever be to sail.
As they said their goodbyes Tertulla drew Vespasian aside and walked with him a little way along the beach. When they were out of earshot from their companions she took both his hands and held them tight.
‘I shall not be here when you return,’ she said, looking lovingly into his eyes.
Vespasian opened his mouth to protest but she held a finger against his lips, silencing him.
‘Nothing that you can say will make the slightest difference. I know that the days left to me are few and you will be away for years, not days.’
Vespasian knew that in all probability she was right, his father had said as much when he suggested that he should visit her; but admitting it seemed to make it inevitable. He felt tears start to creep out from the corners of his eyes. He took her in his arms.
‘Shed no tears for me now,’ Tertulla scolded gently. ‘Leave them until after I am gone. Be grateful that we have this opportunity to say goodbye for the last time. Few people are granted that luxury.’
‘I shall miss you, Tute,’ Vespasian said, wiping his eyes. ‘The happiest moments of my life have been spent with you here at Cosa.’
‘And there’s no reason why you should not have more in the future. I have left the estate solely to you. Your father will understand; he has two to run already and would not thank me for increasing his workload. And as for Sabinus, he never took any interest in the place and left as soon as he could.’
‘Nevertheless he will be very jealous and will find some way to get back at me.’
‘Well, that’s his and your business; I am only doing what I deem to be the right thing. I have freed all my
