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agony when you bought Hormus.’
    â€˜Very funny.’
    â€˜I thought so. But back to my news: Caenis told me to tell you that she’s got a very comfortable apartment in the palace next to Flavia and she and Pallas are keeping a close eye on Flavia’s safety. She says that she sees her and the children daily.’
    â€˜That’s good to hear; but what a bizarre situation …’
    Vespasian still found it hard to comprehend how Caenis, his lover for almost twenty years, and Flavia, his wife, seemed to have become friends in the four years that he had been away from Rome. Caenis had been the slave of his patron, Antonia; she had freed her in her will. However, as it was illegal for senators to marry freedwomen, Vespasian had been forced to look elsewhere for a mother for his children; Flavia had married him knowing that his mistress was no threat to her position as wife. The rapprochement between the two women had begun in the aftermath of Caligula’s assassination when both their houses had been searched by Narcissus’ agents looking for Sabinus; they had joined forces in a bond of mutual outrage at Vespasian when he had brought his wounded brother home without explanation. It was Caenis who had pieced together what had happened: that Sabinus had secretly taken part in the assassination in vengeancefor Caligula’s brutal rape of his wife, Clementina. Both women had realised the imperative of ensuring that the fact never became public knowledge. The secret shared had created a mutual respect that now seemed to have turned into friendship.
    â€˜â€¦ I dread to think what they talk about.’
    â€˜Yeah, I know, it don’t bear contemplation; but the main thing is that she and Pallas are keeping her safe. Flavia still has no idea that both Messalina and Corvinus are a threat to her or the children’s safety and Pallas reckons it’s best to keep it that way.’
    Vespasian looked dubious. ‘I suppose he’s right.’
    â€˜Course he is, sir. He knows the workings of Claudius’ court as well as anyone; he’s convinced that if Flavia was to live in fear then she could well do something stupid and offend someone important. As it is she sometimes dines with Messalina because Titus and Britannicus have become such good friends.’
    â€˜Yes, she mentioned that in her last letter – she was full of it. I wrote back trying to explain that it’s not such a good thing for our son to be too friendly with someone who could become emperor, even though he’s only six. A lot of future emperors never fulfil their promise and their friends can suffer too.’
    â€˜Well, there ain’t anything that you can do about that at the moment; worry about it when you get back to Rome.’
    â€˜That could be another two years at this rate.’
    â€˜Two more years to get rich in.’ Magnus drained his cup and then rummaged in his bag; he brought out five scrolls and placed them on the table. ‘I’m off to find a spare tent; I’ll leave you with these. There’s one from Flavia, Caenis, your uncle, your mother and Pallas.’
    â€˜Pallas! What does he want?’
    â€˜How would I know? The letter’s addressed to you.’
    Vespasian lay on his camp-bed, perusing the last of his letters in the flickering light of the single oil lamp on a low table next to him. The first four had been much as expected: words of love and reassurance from Caenis; news of dinner parties and a request for more money from Flavia; complaints about Flavia’s attitude to parenthood from his mother, Vespasia; and advice from hisuncle as to which political factions to pretend publicly to support and which to really support privately upon his return to Rome. It was the fifth letter, which he was now rereading, that had caused him some surprise.
    It had seemed odd that Pallas had chosen to send his letter via Magnus rather than use the official