Mary Reed - Four for a Boy

“Pagans in Constantinople?” John was sure Felix was concealing a smile.

“Alas, yes. There is no doubt there are respectable aristocrats who worship in this very church and then go straight home and disembowel a chicken in front of some obscene ivory goddess of fertility.”

To this remark Felix made no reply, but when he and John again stood outside in the suddenly dazzling sunlight he grinned widely. “Well, it seems that many in this city have a dual nature, not just the Christian’s god.”

“At least Palamos hasn’t set us barking on the trail of some enemy of his. Now presumably we will visit this other man Aurelius mentioned? Tryphon?”

“First I think it’s time we looked in on the deceased. He’ll probably be as forthcoming as everyone else we’ve spoken to so far. At least he won’t lie to us.”

Hypatius’ palatial residence sat at the top of a wide thoroughfare. Its neighbors were a jumble of imposing edifices that appeared to John to be nailed to the steep hillside by the crosses protruding from their roofs. Perhaps, however, that was merely a fancy brought on by the long climb up a seemingly perpendicular street.

“He may have been a great philanthropist, but he certainly never took a vow of poverty.” Felix was breathing hard. As they drew nearer they saw that the row of shops the mansion appeared to sit behind were in fact part of the building itself. “I call that good strategy. Hypatius didn’t have to send his servants very far to buy more glassware or a new lamp. On top of such a wonderful convenience, think of the income from the sort of rents he must have charged.”

Despite the crisp air, several second-floor windows stood open. Joyful singing floated down into the street.

“A strange sound to be coming from a house of bereavement,” John remarked as he applied the brass door knocker.

A servant with a face the color of a walnut cracked the door open and peered out suspiciously. The cloying scent of heavily perfumed air swept out over them.

“Your business, good sirs?”

“We are here on orders of the City Prefect.”

The man ushered them from the entrance hall into an atrium whose watery light was augmented by a number of blazing torches set in brackets garlanded with ivy. Between these and the perfumed air, the house had the aura of being about to host a celebration rather than being in mourning for a recently deceased master.

The servant led them up a stairway, at the top of which a mosaic cross was set in the wall. Smaller examples decorated the tiles of the second floor corridor.

“There is much excitement today, sirs, as you hear. The master’s will is to be read this afternoon.” A wide smile revealed the servant’s fiery red gums and scanty teeth. Now John understood the reason for the joyful singing. The man’s anticipation of manumission was obvious.

The decorative crosses ended at the plain whitewashed room at the end of the corridor. It was as if Hypatius had not wished to be distracted by religion while engaged in business affairs.

A man with close-cropped hair stood at a cluttered desk, directing several servants who were crating furniture as he sorted business papers. There were deep creases in his forehead and at the corners of his eyes. He looked troubled in contrast to the servants around him.

“I am Konstantinos, estate manager for Hypatius. If I may assist…?” His gaze darted nervously back and forth between Felix and John.

The men packing vases and plates into straw-lined crates set under the open window stole curious sidelong looks at the two strangers.

“Perhaps we should step into the corridor?” Konstantinos suggested.

As soon as they had done so, the estate manager scanned their introductory letter from the City Prefect, whose lead seal hung from it by a thin cord.

“I see that this instructs all who see it to give every cooperation to the bearers. You’re not from the quaestor’s office, are you? Is there a problem with the will? It was properly drawn up by a man of law and appropriately witnessed.”

“I’m certain that it was. We have no interest in wills,” Felix reassured him.

“I see.” The man’s relief was so obvious that John found himself wondering why.

Laughter sounded in the room they had just left. “Please forgive the impropriety,” Konstantinos said quickly. “They anticipate their freedom. Unfortunately, by sunset they will be shedding tears. I’ve only just learned that they’re not to be manumitted. They’ve all been left to one of the master’s business associates.”

Felix said he was surprised to hear it.

“The master did not succeed in business by being too kind hearted. For my part, I believe my years of service will ensure I will be allowed to keep my post. Or so I hope. I am of course a free man.”

“Given how much we’ve heard about the good works and charitable character of your late master…”

“He certainly deserves praise on both counts! But if he wasn’t a shrewd business man first there would have been no money for the good works he did. You don’t give away assets, and that includes slaves, unless for a good price or to settle a debt.”

Felix grunted noncommittally.

“Yes, the master was indeed a shrewd man,” Konstantinos repeated. “Most of his wealth was in land holdings, which rarely fail to appreciate in value.”

“Had Hypatius acquired much land recently?” John put in.

“Yes. I suppose there’s no harm in telling you since it’s fairly common knowledge. Of late there have been many cases of land owners who were very careless in making arrangements for the disposition of their estates. Thus there were bargains to be had. My master took advantage of a number of them and reaped the benefits. All perfectly legal.”

“It’s often to the advantage of people other than the heir if such mistakes are found,” John noted, ignoring Felix’s frown. “Sometimes those with an interest don’t have to look far to find the sort of mistakes that invalidate wills. Not enough witnesses, improperly notarized, that sort of thing.”

“Exactly so, and it makes one worry about such mistakes, sir. Hence my initial apprehension when you arrived. The fact is that invalid wills generally allow land to revert to the empire. And to be honest, I am somewhat worried…well…”

“You don’t have to fear saying it,” John assured him. “Were it to happen to your master’s estates, you are also naturally worried that they would eventually find their way into the hands of highly placed parties at court?”

“There you have it.”

“And let us suppose that if someone high at court indeed gained ownership of Hypatius’ estates, you are naturally worried that their managers would be immediately replaced.”

The furrows in Konstantinos’ forehead deepened even further. “They are always the first to go. Beyond that, many are anxious about how much worse the situation could be once Justinian becomes emperor.”

“Justin is not the man he was,” Felix said, “but it will still be some time before Justinian rules. Justin was an excubitor, a military man. As strong as a bull in his youth. Then too sometimes old men surprise us by their tenacity in clinging to life.”

“That’s exactly what the master said to me only last week! He didn’t seem concerned at what might happen once Justin died. Now he doesn’t have to worry about it at all since he is dead while Justin is still alive.”

Felix asked him if he had any notion why Hypatius had been so confident in his optimism.

“I know exactly why it was. He always confided in me more than many men of wealth and power do in their servants. He told me that he relied upon Senator Opimius.”