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Hannibal,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have shouted.”
I stepped aside, holding Hanno’s claw of a hand. “That ’s all right, Father Jupiter,” he sniffed. “I forgive you.”
“Now, just a …”
“There now, feeling better, aren’t we?” I said, stifling a laugh. “You wait here, Hannibal, while Father Jupiter and I finish talking, then we’ll go to the kitchen as promised. There’s a good fellow.”
I sat down smiling.
“You are never to call me that, do you hear?” Crassus said under his breath.
“One can see how the boy might be confused.”
“Never,” Crassus hissed. “And you are never to speak of it.”
“By the Vestals, I swear,” I said, still working at ironing the grin from my face. “Where were we?”
“About to bribe the tribune of the plebs to forestall the elections.”
“ Yes. We will continue,” Crassus said, “to thwart Lentulus as often as we must till his term expires.”
“And then an interrex? But who?”
Crassus nodded. “ Who knows? A man who will put our case before the comitia with more enthusiasm than our diligent but misguided consuls.”
“The interregnum can last no more than five days. How long can this persist?”
“ Until we find an interrex who sees things our way, but I should think that by the end of Januarius, the people will have had enough of the upheaval this regrettable ploy is bound to ignite, and will rise up to plead for a return to normalcy. I ask you, who in this city is more a bastion of normalcy than I?”
Abruptly, Crassus’ bearing relaxed into almost childish excitement. “Now, prepare yourself for the best news of all: Publius returns within a week!”
“ Dominus !”
“Arrange for a banquet during the festival of Jupiter. A perfect occasion for a celebration.”
“How did you manage to pry The Bane of Aquitania away from Caesar?”
“The legions are preparing to take up winter quarters; the great general can spare my son, surely. What?”
My incredulity was showing. “ Dominus , Caesar would never release his most celebrated lieutenant for a family reunion, no matter how well-deserved. The tribes of Gaul are as yet unsubdued.”
“As are the people of this city.”
So that was it. “I see. And how many will be in Publius’ party?”
“A goodly number. Caesar writes that he rides at the head of twelve cohorts , something more than five thousand legionaries.”
“Something more than five thousand votes, if I take your meaning.”
“Bright as ever, bright as ever,” he said. As he rose from his chair, Crassus tousled my hair. I hated it when he did that. “Don’t tell domina ,” he said, bending to scoop up the folds of his toga, carrying it in both arms like a pile of laundry. “She could do well with a surprise such as this.”
“Help dominus ,” I told Hanno. He leapt from his post at the wall, but Crassus shook his head.
“Tend to your master,” he said, winking at me. I hated it when he did that, too. “He looks wet.”
Somehow, within a day, everyone in the familia had heard about Hanno and Father Jupiter. It is inexplicable how fast confidential news such as this manages to travel.
Chapter V
56 BCE Fall, Rome
Year of the consulship of
Cn. Cornelius Lentulus Marcellinus and L. Marcius Philippus
“You used to be skinny,” I said to legionary Drusus Malchus as we walked down the Clivus Victoriae off the Palatine. Malchus was stuffing the remains of a meat pie into his mouth.
His voice was pleasantly irritating, like a stroll over crushed gravel. “You used to be handsome,” he said, “but you don’t hear me casting insults at you, do you?” He licked each of his fingers, one at a time.
“We just did,” said Flavius Betto. Far shorter than either Malchus or myself, legionary Betto took almost two strides to our one to keep his place between us. His pace was additionally hampered by his struggle to keep his short sword hidden behind his cloak.
A third guard,
I stepped aside, holding Hanno’s claw of a hand. “That ’s all right, Father Jupiter,” he sniffed. “I forgive you.”
“Now, just a …”
“There now, feeling better, aren’t we?” I said, stifling a laugh. “You wait here, Hannibal, while Father Jupiter and I finish talking, then we’ll go to the kitchen as promised. There’s a good fellow.”
I sat down smiling.
“You are never to call me that, do you hear?” Crassus said under his breath.
“One can see how the boy might be confused.”
“Never,” Crassus hissed. “And you are never to speak of it.”
“By the Vestals, I swear,” I said, still working at ironing the grin from my face. “Where were we?”
“About to bribe the tribune of the plebs to forestall the elections.”
“ Yes. We will continue,” Crassus said, “to thwart Lentulus as often as we must till his term expires.”
“And then an interrex? But who?”
Crassus nodded. “ Who knows? A man who will put our case before the comitia with more enthusiasm than our diligent but misguided consuls.”
“The interregnum can last no more than five days. How long can this persist?”
“ Until we find an interrex who sees things our way, but I should think that by the end of Januarius, the people will have had enough of the upheaval this regrettable ploy is bound to ignite, and will rise up to plead for a return to normalcy. I ask you, who in this city is more a bastion of normalcy than I?”
Abruptly, Crassus’ bearing relaxed into almost childish excitement. “Now, prepare yourself for the best news of all: Publius returns within a week!”
“ Dominus !”
“Arrange for a banquet during the festival of Jupiter. A perfect occasion for a celebration.”
“How did you manage to pry The Bane of Aquitania away from Caesar?”
“The legions are preparing to take up winter quarters; the great general can spare my son, surely. What?”
My incredulity was showing. “ Dominus , Caesar would never release his most celebrated lieutenant for a family reunion, no matter how well-deserved. The tribes of Gaul are as yet unsubdued.”
“As are the people of this city.”
So that was it. “I see. And how many will be in Publius’ party?”
“A goodly number. Caesar writes that he rides at the head of twelve cohorts , something more than five thousand legionaries.”
“Something more than five thousand votes, if I take your meaning.”
“Bright as ever, bright as ever,” he said. As he rose from his chair, Crassus tousled my hair. I hated it when he did that. “Don’t tell domina ,” he said, bending to scoop up the folds of his toga, carrying it in both arms like a pile of laundry. “She could do well with a surprise such as this.”
“Help dominus ,” I told Hanno. He leapt from his post at the wall, but Crassus shook his head.
“Tend to your master,” he said, winking at me. I hated it when he did that, too. “He looks wet.”
Somehow, within a day, everyone in the familia had heard about Hanno and Father Jupiter. It is inexplicable how fast confidential news such as this manages to travel.
Chapter V
56 BCE Fall, Rome
Year of the consulship of
Cn. Cornelius Lentulus Marcellinus and L. Marcius Philippus
“You used to be skinny,” I said to legionary Drusus Malchus as we walked down the Clivus Victoriae off the Palatine. Malchus was stuffing the remains of a meat pie into his mouth.
His voice was pleasantly irritating, like a stroll over crushed gravel. “You used to be handsome,” he said, “but you don’t hear me casting insults at you, do you?” He licked each of his fingers, one at a time.
“We just did,” said Flavius Betto. Far shorter than either Malchus or myself, legionary Betto took almost two strides to our one to keep his place between us. His pace was additionally hampered by his struggle to keep his short sword hidden behind his cloak.
A third guard,
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