Masters of Rome (32 page)

‘Decimus Valerius Asiaticus,' the prefect proclaimed as he reached the top of the steps to the terrace, ‘I arrest you in the Emperor's name.'

Asiaticus got to his feet and wiped his lips with a napkin. ‘Don't you mean, Crispinus, that you arrest me in Messalina's name? Are you fresh from her bed or has it been promised to you when you return with her prize? Whichever one it is, remember that I too have been there and I know that it doesn't stay warm for long.'

‘It is only the Emperor who has the power to order your arrest.'

‘Don't pretend to be more stupid than you really are; we both know how things work. What is the charge?'

‘Treason,' Crispinus replied in a low voice.

‘Speak up, Crispinus, so that my guests can all hear why I'm being dragged from my dinner table.'

‘Treason!'

‘Treason? Then I shall argue my case before the Senate and the Emperor, as is my right.'

‘There will be no trial before the Senate; you will appear before the Emperor in the morning.'

‘I'm to be disposed of in secret; very well, upon what ground is the charge based?'

‘You will find out when you—'

Asiaticus threw his head back and cut Crispinus off with a slow, false laugh. ‘You don't know, do you, message boy? You don't know because a beast like you just does what it's told.' He stepped forward. ‘Come, beast, take me to your handler.'

*

‘I can't say that I was thrilled at being present at Asiaticus' arrest,' Gaius muttered as he and Vespasian made their way down through the torch-strewn gardens. ‘I'm sure Crispinus saw my face even though I tried to keep it in my neighbour's shadow.'

‘That's the least of our problems at the moment, Uncle,' Vespasian replied, keeping his voice below the chatter of the senators around them. ‘The question is, will Narcissus or Pallas want to defy Messalina by denying her Asiaticus?'

Gaius stopped momentarily, putting his hand to his mouth. ‘Oh! I see; I hadn't looked at it that way. I just thought that Callistus wouldn't reveal Sabinus' name because he would have no interest in proving Asiaticus' innocence.'

‘And I don't think that Pallas would because of the longstanding relationship with our family.'

‘You'd have hoped so; but political expediency often outweighs loyalty.'

‘I don't think he'd sacrifice Sabinus for this; but Narcissus?'

‘Narcissus? Narcissus is capable of anything, especially when it comes to fighting Messalina.'

‘But would he sacrifice his nomination as suffect-consul?'

‘There're plenty more like Sabinus and if he's finally exposed then that could put us both in great danger.'

‘So what do we do, Uncle?'

‘The only thing we can do: we have to see Narcissus – now.'

‘That was sooner than I expected,' Narcissus crooned from behind his desk as Vespasian and Gaius were shown into his chamber; he did not get up. ‘When I heard that you two were amongst Asiaticus' guests I knew that you would come to me but I confess I didn't expect you to see the danger that you're in quite so quickly. I congratulate you both as I only realised that possible course was open to me a short while ago.'

‘It was good of you to receive us at this late hour, imperial secretary,' Gaius said, hiding any irritation that he might have felt at being kept waiting for two hours.

‘Had my secretary not been still here then I might not have seen you at all, but Caenis is very persuasive on behalf of her very good friends. I imagine she's gone home to warm up the bed, Vespasian.'

Vespasian gave a weak smile; his meeting with Caenis had been brief and tempting but he knew where honour dictated he would have to spend the night now that he was in the palace and so close to Flavia.

‘Anyway, it's only halfway through the third hour of the night; the Emperor's affairs keep me up late and this business with Asiaticus is most taxing.' Narcissus indicated to the two hard wooden chairs opposite him. ‘So, please be seated, gentlemen.'

Vespasian glanced around the room, predominantly decorated in shades of red and lit by four identical ten-armed candelabras each placed in front of a bronze mirror, and he shivered internally despite the warmth and beautiful light. The last time he had been in this room, six years before, had been to plead for Sabinus' life and now it seemed that he was about to do the same thing; but this time his own life might also be in the balance. ‘Thank you, imperial secretary.'

‘Welcome back, Vespasian; although not covered in glory, it would seem that you did adequately. The Emperor has read all Plautius' rather feeble excuses in his despatches as to why more of that sodden, cold island is not feeling the warm and kindly hand of Rome, but he has decided to award him an Ovation anyway, as you know. Can you tell me why?'

Vespasian knew from past experience that with Narcissus straight-talking was appreciated. ‘Because it wouldn't do to have the people think that anything other than constant glorious conquest was happening in Britannia; giving Plautius the first Ovation for decades awarded to someone who is not a member of the imperial family confirms that must be so. Also the Emperor will share Plautius' moment of glory and bring the attention back onto himself.'

Narcissus twitched an eyebrow in appreciation of the assessment as he toyed with his neat, pointed black beard; two weighty gold earrings glinted on either side of it. ‘Very good, Vespasian;
indeed, Claudius will hijack the whole affair so he can celebrate his glorious conquest twice without the people noticing.'

‘But Plautius will; as will the Senate.'

Narcissus slowly hunched his shoulders and opened his arms, half closing his eyes. ‘And how do you think I consider that?'

‘As an irrelevance barely worth mentioning, imperial secretary?'

‘Please, we're all old friends here, Vespasian; you may be familiar.'

‘That's good of you, Narcissus, I'm honoured.'

Narcissus acknowledged the compliment with a dismissive wave. ‘That is most gratifying but hardly of concern to me at the moment. So, gentlemen, to business.' He picked up a scroll from the desk and turned it over in his hands. ‘How do I counter Sosibius' sworn claim that Asiaticus boasted of being the unidentified man who took part in Caligula's murder without revealing the truth and condemning Sabinus in his place?'

‘Do you need to counter it?' Gaius asked, wiping a bead of nervous sweat from his brow.

‘A very good question, Gaius, but one that shouldn't be asked in isolation.'

Vespasian's heart sank as he realised what Narcissus was driving at: as he had foreseen he was, once again, being drawn into the tangled world of imperial politics. ‘Do you need to counter it, and if you don't what can we do to help you?'

Narcissus steepled his hands and pressed them to his lips whilst regarding Vespasian with ice-blue eyes. ‘What indeed?'

Narcissus let the question hang and Vespasian knew that this master of Rome's politics already knew the answer; he waited with a quickening pulse to hear it. An abrupt knock at the door almost made him jump.

‘Ah! At last,' Narcissus exclaimed as if he had been awaiting the interruption. ‘Enter!'

Pallas arrived, followed by Sabinus. Convenient, Vespasian thought: Narcissus must indeed have been expecting them. A slave followed them in with two chairs.

‘Good evening, secretary to the Treasury,' Narcissus enthused with hollow enthusiasm, ‘and our consul-designate, Titus Flavius
Sabinus, the man behind the mask. We all know each other so let's dispense with the formalities; please be seated.'

As the slave placed the chairs for the new arrivals and then retreated, Vespasian tried to read Pallas' face, but, as always, it was expressionless, if somewhat more lined than when he had last seen it four years previously. His wavy black hair and full beard were now flecked with grey in accordance with his forty-seven years but his bearing was still that of a younger man. His dark eyes betrayed no weariness, in fact they betrayed nothing at all; whereas Sabinus' eyes darted around the occupants of the room with barely concealed unease.

‘I take it by Sabinus' demeanour that you have apprised him of the delicacy of his present situation, esteemed colleague?' Narcissus asked, unnecessarily in Vespasian's opinion.

Pallas inclined his head a fraction. ‘Indeed, Narcissus.'

‘But we had a deal!' Sabinus exploded.

Narcissus raised a warning hand. ‘Hush, my friend; the operative word in that sentence was “had”. We
had
a deal but now what we have is a difficult issue to resolve, and if we are to stay with that deal the terms of it may need to be strengthened on your part.'

Vespasian kept his expression as neutral as possible as he once again found himself disappointed but unsurprised by the ruthlessness of those with power. But then was he any better? Was he not willing to let an innocent man take the place of his brother? That was what he was here to negotiate after all. ‘We're in no position to bargain, Sabinus; we should just sit and listen.'

Narcissus watched Sabinus gather himself and, once satisfied that he was paying attention, continued: ‘To put it bluntly, I have two things to balance here: Asiaticus' usefulness compared to that of your family's in my struggle with the Empress and then, more importantly, once that is decided, how it affects mine and my esteemed colleague Pallas' standing with the Emperor.

‘Asiaticus is to appear before Claudius in the morning to face the accusations that we all know are false. Messalina has persuaded her husband that she too should attend to help shoulder the burden of judgement of a man who was hitherto a
friend of his. Unfortunately for Asiaticus, I was not there when she made the request, so naturally Claudius has agreed, believing that Messalina is just being a considerate wife. Lucius Vitellius, who as you know is Claudius' other great friend, will appear for Asiaticus against Suillius and Sosibius.

‘Now, I have two choices: firstly to tear the case against Asiaticus apart by naming Sabinus and thereby admitting that I knew this all along and kept it from my patron; not a happy admission, I think you'll agree. Or I could go the other way and save my face by making the case against Asiaticus irrefutable.' He paused and looked meaningfully at Sabinus.

‘How do you mean, “irrefutable”?' Sabinus asked, looking justifiably nervous.

‘By having you testify that when you served in Britannia with Asiaticus you too heard him boast that he was the man behind the mask.'

There was silence in the room, a long silence, as the enormity of the lie was contemplated. Sabinus opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times before realising that there was nothing he could say: to argue against it was to argue for death.

‘I see you understand, Sabinus,' Narcissus said with a hint of a smile and an even colder glint in his ice eyes. He turned to Vespasian. ‘You would naturally be on hand to corroborate your brother's statement by saying that he told you of this; you will also beg forgiveness for not having brought the matter to my attention to pass on to the Emperor and I will support you in that.'

Vespasian nodded dumbly, wondering if Narcissus would really stick his neck out that far for them; but he could see no option but to take that risk.

‘This course of action has, obviously, one possible disastrous side effect: Asiaticus may well denounce the Emperor and us for the murder of Poppaeus.'

Vespasian's blood chilled; was that dishonourable deed always going to come back and haunt him? But then, would this equally as unworthy act also prove to be the cause of years of unease and guilt? Or would he be able to reconcile himself to it as the only option to protect his brother as well as the whole family?

‘But surely if he is condemned and despatched quickly he won't be able to make the accusation,' Gaius pointed out.

‘Not so. If I were Asiaticus I would be writing a new will tonight and depositing it with the Vestals.'

‘Ah!'

‘Ah, indeed. I could get access to that will before it was read but I'm sure that Asiaticus will have thought of that and will have ensured that another copy exists to be read by persons unknown at a time unknown. The Emperor will naturally deny he had any part in the affair and place the blame solely on us.' He paused to contemplate the problem and then turned to Pallas. ‘Do you have any observations on the matter, dear colleague?'

‘Only this: as I'm sure that these gentlemen have noticed, our third colleague, Callistus, is not present: and I'm sure they've worked out why.'

Vespasian realised that an explanation was required. ‘Because you no longer trust him after he revealed where he stood by rejecting Corbulo's case against Corvinus?'

‘Exactly. So, imperial secretary, we have also got to balance which of these two courses of action will also do the most harm to our former trusted associate.'

‘How right you are, secretary to the Treasury. Obviously, as secretary of Justice and the Law Courts, Callistus will wish to be present at tomorrow's hearing; how he acts will be an added factor in making my decision.'

Vespasian realised the truth of the matter. ‘There's nothing that we can do or say to persuade you, is there, Narcissus? You're not going to make up your mind until tomorrow during the case, are you?'

‘Of course not; would you? How can I make a decision without all the relevant information? And that won't be apparent until I see what the Emperor and, more importantly, Messalina and Asiaticus have to say. I'm a cautious man, as all politicians should be; only once I know what position everyone else is taking will I commit myself to either course of action. Therefore I expect all three of you back here at the second hour of the morning.'

‘Why me?' Gaius asked. ‘What use do you have for me?'

‘That may become apparent tomorrow, senator. In the meantime, if you'll take my advice, have a good night's sleep.'