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‘That’s almost double what you guaranteed.’
‘We were lucky, they must have had a busy few days. How did the fire go?’
Aelianus shrugged. ‘The Vigiles managed to save some of the stores because the depot was right next to the Tiber. They ran around for couple of hours pouring water on it until they finally got it under control. One of their tribunes was there putting the fear of death into them, marching up and down, shouting and kicking arses – nasty piece of work. I’m glad he’s not in the Cohort, we wouldn’t get a moment’s peace.’
‘But you’re in the clear, aren’t you?’
‘Yeah, mate. I was doing my best impression of a quartermaster who considers all the stores as his personal property – which of course they are – and even made a couple of heroic forays into the building to save a few things.’ He showed Magnus a burn on his right forearm to prove the point. ‘I was almost in tears over my loss.’
Magnus grinned. ‘I bet it was the loss of your ledgers that upset you the most.’
‘Too right,’ Aelianus replied solemnly, ‘if only I could have saved them. Now I’ve got no record of what was in there.’
‘Or not, eh?’
‘Yeah well, you bringing it forward a day meant that there was slightly more in the building than I intended there to be, but this will make up for it.’ Aelinaus patted the bags on the table in front of him as the door opened and Servius stuck his head into the room.
‘Senator Pollo has sent a slave to escort you to his house, Brother. Marius and Sextus are waiting for you in the tavern.’
‘I’ll be right there,’ Magnus replied, standing to show Aelianus out.
‘Give me a shout when you think that we can exploit their moment of madness again, mate,’ Aelianus said hefting his coin bags into a leather satchel.
‘Of course,’ Magnus confirmed, gripping his forearm, ‘it’s always good to have someone honest to do business with.’
Aelianus returned the grip and then, slinging his satchel over his shoulder, walked past Servius with a brief nod and out of the room.
‘A useful mate,’ Magnus commented.
‘Very,’ Servius agreed. ‘Trustworthy?’
‘As much as you or me. On that subject I’ve been thinking about what to do with Aquilina.’
‘Don’t trouble yourself Brother, it’s done.’
‘What is?’
‘I realised that we couldn’t risk her working here when Aelianus told us how persistent she was at asking questions. If Sempronius had any suspicions about what occurred she’d have got it out of one of the lads in no time. Just imagine what Sextus would say if she had him by the cock?’
‘That’s the conclusion I came to. Where is she?’
‘All over the place.’
‘Shame,’ Magnus said walking through to the tavern, ‘she had a pretty smile.’
T HE ANCIENT DOORKEEPER showed Magnus into Gaius’ study. ‘Magnus, my friend, come and sit down. A cup of wine would slip down a treat, I’m sure.’
Magnus took a seat across the desk from Gaius as his host poured him a full cup of wine and passed it over, unwatered.
‘Thank you, Senator,’ Magnus said after taking a gulp. He smiled inwardly as he noticed that it was not the finest of vintages.
‘My friend, it’s me that should be thanking you. I had a visit this morning from the Lady Antonia’s steward, a Greek by the name of Pallas. A man of discretion and considerable influence with his mistress, despite his slave status.’
‘Yeah, I’ve come across him.’
Gaius’ moist lips pulled back into an appraising smile. ‘Yes, of course you have. He came to tell me how pleased his mistress is today. Very early this morning, apparently, one of Sejanus’ tribunes, by the name of Blandinus, was found dead after a raid on an establishment close to the Viminal Gate. You might know of it?’
Magnus shrugged noncommittally.
‘Well, the only survivor of the raid, one of the boys, swore that it was men in Urban Cohort uniform that had attacked them. A handcart,
‘We were lucky, they must have had a busy few days. How did the fire go?’
Aelianus shrugged. ‘The Vigiles managed to save some of the stores because the depot was right next to the Tiber. They ran around for couple of hours pouring water on it until they finally got it under control. One of their tribunes was there putting the fear of death into them, marching up and down, shouting and kicking arses – nasty piece of work. I’m glad he’s not in the Cohort, we wouldn’t get a moment’s peace.’
‘But you’re in the clear, aren’t you?’
‘Yeah, mate. I was doing my best impression of a quartermaster who considers all the stores as his personal property – which of course they are – and even made a couple of heroic forays into the building to save a few things.’ He showed Magnus a burn on his right forearm to prove the point. ‘I was almost in tears over my loss.’
Magnus grinned. ‘I bet it was the loss of your ledgers that upset you the most.’
‘Too right,’ Aelianus replied solemnly, ‘if only I could have saved them. Now I’ve got no record of what was in there.’
‘Or not, eh?’
‘Yeah well, you bringing it forward a day meant that there was slightly more in the building than I intended there to be, but this will make up for it.’ Aelinaus patted the bags on the table in front of him as the door opened and Servius stuck his head into the room.
‘Senator Pollo has sent a slave to escort you to his house, Brother. Marius and Sextus are waiting for you in the tavern.’
‘I’ll be right there,’ Magnus replied, standing to show Aelianus out.
‘Give me a shout when you think that we can exploit their moment of madness again, mate,’ Aelianus said hefting his coin bags into a leather satchel.
‘Of course,’ Magnus confirmed, gripping his forearm, ‘it’s always good to have someone honest to do business with.’
Aelianus returned the grip and then, slinging his satchel over his shoulder, walked past Servius with a brief nod and out of the room.
‘A useful mate,’ Magnus commented.
‘Very,’ Servius agreed. ‘Trustworthy?’
‘As much as you or me. On that subject I’ve been thinking about what to do with Aquilina.’
‘Don’t trouble yourself Brother, it’s done.’
‘What is?’
‘I realised that we couldn’t risk her working here when Aelianus told us how persistent she was at asking questions. If Sempronius had any suspicions about what occurred she’d have got it out of one of the lads in no time. Just imagine what Sextus would say if she had him by the cock?’
‘That’s the conclusion I came to. Where is she?’
‘All over the place.’
‘Shame,’ Magnus said walking through to the tavern, ‘she had a pretty smile.’
T HE ANCIENT DOORKEEPER showed Magnus into Gaius’ study. ‘Magnus, my friend, come and sit down. A cup of wine would slip down a treat, I’m sure.’
Magnus took a seat across the desk from Gaius as his host poured him a full cup of wine and passed it over, unwatered.
‘Thank you, Senator,’ Magnus said after taking a gulp. He smiled inwardly as he noticed that it was not the finest of vintages.
‘My friend, it’s me that should be thanking you. I had a visit this morning from the Lady Antonia’s steward, a Greek by the name of Pallas. A man of discretion and considerable influence with his mistress, despite his slave status.’
‘Yeah, I’ve come across him.’
Gaius’ moist lips pulled back into an appraising smile. ‘Yes, of course you have. He came to tell me how pleased his mistress is today. Very early this morning, apparently, one of Sejanus’ tribunes, by the name of Blandinus, was found dead after a raid on an establishment close to the Viminal Gate. You might know of it?’
Magnus shrugged noncommittally.
‘Well, the only survivor of the raid, one of the boys, swore that it was men in Urban Cohort uniform that had attacked them. A handcart,
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