Marilyn Todd - I, Claudia

The coppersmith hammered frantically in the background. There was no rhythm to it, he was simply pounding the metal as though his life depended on it. Which, of course, it might.

‘Look what we’ve found sniffing around the shop.’ They were laughing. ‘Her ladyship’s dog.’

Otho grabbed hold of Claudia’s hair and dragged her forward by it. ‘Yours, yes?’ His voice was back to its quiet, conversational menace. ‘What you think this mongrel’s after?’

Junius tried to struggle free, but a boot thudding into his kidneys changed his mind. He buckled to his knees. They hauled him upright.

‘Leave him alone!’

Otho moved forward to look at him. ‘I wonder maybe this dirty dog he cock his leg up her ladyship? What you think, boys?’

The lewd gestures sent Claudia’s blood cold. ‘Don’t be disgusting. He’s just a slave, let him go.’

The two thugs pretended to howl and bark.

“We can no do that, Claudia. You see, he been very bad dog,’ Otho said quietly, fixing Claudia with his eye. ‘He poke around in places that no concern him. We have to teach him a lesson.’

‘He was only looking for me, for pity’s sake. He’d get a thrashing if he returned alone.’

Otho ignored her. ‘Show him price for being naughty, boys.’

The thugs exchanged glances and grinned. Junius’s eyes pleaded with Claudia, but as she moved towards him Otho jerked her back by the hair, bringing tears to her eyes.

‘You watch.’ He twisted her hair round his wrist and pulled it tight.

There was nothing she could do as one thug laughingly headbutted the young Gaul on the nose, sending a stream of blood pouring down his tunic. As Junius’s hands flew towards his face, the headbutter rammed a pole behind his elbows to render him helpless while the other slipped a ring of metal round his knuckles. One held the pole firm as the other systematically pummelled the boy’s ribs. Claudia heard a sickening crack before they turned their attention on the softness of his stomach and kidneys. When they finally finished, panting from their efforts, Junius crumpled to the floor-and this time they left him.

‘Not just dogs.’ Otho ran his finger down Claudia’s cheek again. ‘Naughty bitches, too,’ he whispered. ‘So no forget, Claudia. Three hundred-by the weekend.’

He finally released her hair.

‘Always a pleasure, Claudia.’ When he planted a kiss on her cheek, she nearly threw up. He stood in the doorway and grinned. ‘Nice tits.’

One of the thugs leaned down over Junius, who was groaning quietly, balled his fist and slammed it into the boy’s mouth. There was a series of crashes from the workshop, as they wrecked it on their way out, their laughter carried away on the breeze.

For a moment Claudia couldn’t move. Breath had left her body, her knees could barely support her and she was shaking from head to foot.

‘Junius, I am so sorry.’ Tears were running down her face as she spoke. ‘I am so, so sorry.’

Gingerly she removed the pole and used her palla to wipe the blood from his mouth and stem the bleeding from his nose. The silence seemed more terrifying than the noise and with every second that passed she flinched, half-expecting to see Otho in the doorway.

‘We’ve got to get out of here,’ she said shakily. ‘Can you walk?’

He nodded, but when she tried to lift him to his feet, the effort proved too much for both of them.

‘Hey, you!’ she called.

But the coppersmith had had enough for one day, the workshop was deserted. At the end of the alley the crowd had dispersed, leaving her male slaves, battered and bruised and looking utterly bewildered as they tried to comfort the sobbing women. Damn you, Lucan. Damn you to hell! Claudia wasn’t naive, she knew what she was tangling with, borrowing money from scum like that, and she’d been waiting for some sort of warning. But she’d never in a million years imagined he might engineer a whole bloody riot and send in his heavies. You can’t keep the likes of Lucan waiting for long, but the raw violence, the sheer brutality of this very first warning, was terrifying. All for two thousand sesterces. Plus four hundred in interest. Juno, the gambling had really got out of hand.

Trembling, Claudia despatched two slaves for Junius. He’d have to share the litter. She couldn’t go on to the baths now, there would be too much talk, and even allowing for the riot, it didn’t go halfway to explaining the state she was in. Thank goodness Gaius was away!

At the house Junius was helped into one of the guest bedrooms. It was the least she could do, give him a decent bed until his broken ribs had healed.

‘Junius, I don’t want you to say a word about what you saw or what you heard, do you understand?’

She’d had to wait until his wounds had been tended and he was alone before she could slip in.

The young Gaul opened his only good eye. ‘I won’t.’

‘I’ll reward you for this, Junius. Give you your freedom. I’ll tell Gaius you saved my life or something. But only if you promise not to tell.’

‘Promise.’ He winced. ‘Are you all right?’

No. That was a bloody hard crack she’d received on the back of the head, not to mention the scare Otho had given her. She was still trembling.

‘I’m fine.’

His ribs had been bound, his face was already swollen like a melon and his torso was more purple than anything else. Almost as an afterthought she wondered whether he had a concubine who ought to be notified. He was a handsome enough boy, and she was pretty certain he wasn’t fooling around with any of the Seferius slaves.

‘Do you have a mistress, Junius?’

The eye widened in puzzlement.

‘I mean, are you in love with anyone?’

The head moved slowly up and down.

‘Shall I send word to tell her you’re hurt?’

The head moved slowly from side to side and the eye misted with what might have been a tear.

‘She already knows,’ he said thickly. ‘But thank you for asking.’

The wonderful thing about the baths, thought Marcus Cornelius Orbilio, as an attendant slowly scraped his back with a strigil, was the sheer hedonistic pleasure you got in the name of personal hygiene. What other fundamental consideration dares draw such wicked self-indulgence and then presumes to pass itself off as a necessity? And it wasn’t merely the physical rewards, great though they were. A whole cross-section of the human character passed through these portals, it was an education to watch. Or in Orbilio’s case listen, because an ambitious investigator could learn an awful lot from a bit of circumspect eavesdropping.

Most of it was politics-useful for pursuit of a later career albeit of little relevance to his current cases-or else it was horse-trading. A lot of that went on here. In fact, he thought, wiping a trickle of perspiration from his eyes, more important deals were struck in this very sweat room than in the Senate itself.

‘Lie down and I’ll do your chest next.’

Orbilio allowed himself to be laid out like meat on a slab, closing his eyes as the attendant scraped the oil off his body. There was a saying going around, something along the lines of ‘Baths, wine and sex ruins your body.’ Probably started by some of the moralists trying to impress Augustus, he thought, but without baths, wine and sex, what use was a good body? Moralists don’t live longer than the rest of us, he reflected sadly. It just seems that way.

The shrill voice of the hair-plucker broke through his thoughts.

‘Like your armpits plucked, sir?’

Orbilio shook his head. His eyes were still watering from the last time he’d let that little bastard loose on his body. Either the man’s tweezers were misaligned or his sight was failing, but all Orbilio could remember was that it was bloody painful. Besides, he’d prefer a girl to do it. Somehow it added to the feeling of wicked indulgence.