'Did he? Let me see.'
Cato impatiently produced the document again. The centurion read carefully through it, then examined the seal closely before he puffed his cheeks out and finally returned it to Cato. 'Seems genuine.
What brings you here, Tribune? Shipwreck and rescue by a fishing boat from the smell of it.'
'I am here to see the legate, on a matter of the gravest importance.
I have been sent by Senator Sempronius, acting governor of Crete.'
'You want to see the legate?'
'At once.'
'That's tricky, sir. He's in his private bath suite. Left orders that he was not to be disturbed.'
'That's too bad. I have to speak with him now '
The centurion weighed up his orders against Cato's obvious impatience, and nodded. 'Very well, sir. Optio, take him up to the roof garden. Legate's private baths.'
'Yes, sir.' The optio saluted and gestured to Cato to follow him as the centurion returned to his petitions, working out which ones might provide him with the best chance of earning a hefty bribe.
The sentries opened the doors to admit Cato and the optio, and on the far side they entered an inner hall. Corridors stretched away to the right and left, and directly ahead a staircase led up into the sunlight.
Cato followed the optio as he mounted the steps. They emerged on to a wide-open space flanked by tall walls. The sounds of the city were muffled and competed with the light splash of fountains. Palms grew in geometrically arranged flower beds and provided occasional shade over the paved walkways that bisected the roof garden. Against the far wall Cato could see a suite of buildings and the shimmer of a plunge pool. Smoke wafted up from the furnace that provided the heat for the steam and hot rooms of the legate's private bath suite.
As they approached the pool, Cato saw that a small party of men was sitting in the water chatting idly. Two more lay on cushioned benches as slave masseurs worked on their backs, gleaming with scented oil.
'What's this?' one of the men called out as he saw Cato and the optio striding towards the pool. 'We have visitors! Legate, one of the men has found himself a tramp.'
There was some laughter and the officers looked round curiously as the optio halted and stood to attention, saluting one of the men being massaged. 'Sir, beg to report that Tribune Cato wishes to speak to you.'
The legate rolled his head round towards the optio, and a brief flicker of anxiety flitted over his face as he looked at Cato. 'Tribune Cato? Never heard of him. Are you his slave? Tell your master to make an appointment to see me through the usual channels. That is, via my clerks' office. Now go.'
Cato stood his ground with a determined expression. 'I
'You, a tribune? I don't believe it.'
'I have already presented my written authority to two of your officers. I can produce it again, if you wish.'
'Later. First, tell me what a tribune is doing in Alexandria. Who sent you? Narcissus?'
Cato could not help smiling at mention of the emperor's private secretary. Aside from being Claudius's personal adviser, Narcissus also ran a formidable network of spies and assassins to protect his master.
'I haven't come from Rome, sir. I sailed here from Crete.'
Petronius's nose wrinkled. 'You stink of rotting fish.'
'A fishing boat was all that could be found to bring me here. Now send these people away, Legate Petronius. We must talk.'
'Send them away? How dare you?'
'I must speak with you alone, on a vital matter. I have been sent here on the orders of the acting governor of Crete.'
'Acting governor? Has that fool Hirtius been replaced?'
'Hirtius is dead, along with the majority of the senior officials of the province.'
'Dead?' The legate pushed the masseur away and rolled round to sit on the bench facing Cato.' How? '
'There was an earthquake on the island. He was entertaining his officials and local dignitaries when it struck. Much of the palace collapsed, burying Hirtius and his guests.'
'Earthquake?' The legate raised his eyebrows. 'There have been rumours in the city about Crete being destroyed by a giant wave.'
'The island's still there. But there was a wave, and between it and the earthquake nearly every city and town has been reduced to ruins.'
'So who's in charge now?'
'Senator Lucius Sempronius. We were travelling together when the wave struck. The ship was forced to head for the nearest port, and that's when we learned that the disaster had struck the island. He took charge of the situation.'
'Sempronius?' the legate mused.' I knew him once. A fine officer.
So he's taken charge in Crete? Well, good for him. But forgive me, how can I be certain that you speak the truth? You've just washed up from the sea with some fanciful tale of disaster. Why should I believe you?'
Cato took the ring from the leather tube around his neck and handed it to Petronius. 'There, recognise the crest?'
Petronius held it up and examined the design, a wolf's head over crossed forks of lightning. He nodded. 'It belongs to Sempronius. All right then, why has he sent you here?'
Cato looked meaningfully at the other guests, all of whom had been listening to the preceding conversation in avid silence. 'Sir, I really must insist on speaking to you alone.'
'Alone, eh?' Petronius stared at Cato for a moment before he clapped his hands.' Out! Leave us! At once.'
His officers and other guests hurriedly climbed out of the pool and, picking up their robes from the benches and seats that surrounded it, made off towards the far corner of the garden, where a terrace overlooked the harbour. Once the last of them was out of earshot, the legate waved the optio away. 'Stand over there, at the end of the pool. If I call for you, come running.'
'Yes, sir.' The optio saluted and strode away.
Cato could not help a small smile at the legate's precaution.
'I had no idea that being the Legate of Egypt was such a dangerous job.'
'A man in my position must always be cautious,' Petronius sighed.
'Egypt is an imperial province. The legate is appointed by the emperor in person. Therefore he is always the target of envious senators, and at the same time he is in grave danger of disappointing the emperor, and you know how that ends.'
'Indeed.'
'So,' Petronius took his linen tunic from the end of the massage couch and pulled it over his head, 'what does Senator Sempronius want of me? Emergency supplies, some engineers to help with the clear-up?'
'Those would be welcome, sir, but the situation is rather more serious than that. There is a full-scale slave rebellion in Crete. For the moment it is confined to the southern half of the island, but we've lost control of things. The slaves have wiped out the force sent to deal with them, and the remaining soldiers and officials are bottled up in a handful of cities and towns.'
'Sounds bad.' Petronius stroked his chin and looked at Cato shrewdly. 'I imagine you are about to ask me for some men to help put these rebels down.'
Cato nodded. The time to deploy his persuasive skills was on him, yet his body was still coping with the giddy effect of so many days at sea and his mind was dull with fatigue. He opened the top of the leather tube and extracted the second scroll from inside. 'This is from the governor.'
He handed the letter to Petronius, who broke the seal and opened it. Before he began to read he glanced at Cato. 'I expect you could use a drink? Something to eat?'
'Yes, sir.'
Petronius indicated the tables vacated by his officers. Several platters of fruit and delicacies lay half eaten, together with silver jugs of wine. 'Sit over there and help yourself while I read this.'
'Thank you.' Cato walked over and helped himself to some grapes and oranges, relishing the taste after days of chewing dried fish and hard baked bread. He sat down on a cushioned stool and poured himself a cup of the watered wine, sipping it as Petronius read through the brief report on the situation in Crete. At length the legate
