Steven Saylor - A murder on the Appian way

"Everyone on Mount Alba knows what Clodius did — driving us from our home, cutting down forests that had been sacred to Jupiter since the beginning of time. The shameful thing is that so many of the local people enthusiastically supported him, not just rich and powerful men from Rome who have country homes along the road, but even some of the local farmers who serve in the municipal senates. The religious objections meant nothing to them; it was all a matter of politics and greed. Clodius handed out money and promises to the right people, and in the end there was nothing we could do about it. Even our sisters in Rome, from the 'mother house' as you call it, were unable to help us. Or unwilling! Who knows what sort of influence Clodius's wife and mother-in-law exercise over the Vestals in the city. Ah, but I'm talking more than I should. It fills me with such anger and shame to have a visitor see the situation in which we find ourselves."

"Clodius built this house for you, as a replacement for the property he seized?"

"Yes, and after all his smooth words of reassurance I almost came to trust him. We had no choice in the matter, so why not look to the future with hope and try to be optimistic? 'The old house is hardly livable in any more, it's felling down around your ears,' he told me. 'Full of character and charm, to be sure, but just an old, dingy house if you look at it in the sunlight — stains on the floors, nicks in the walls, creaky old stain. Think how much more comfortable you'll be in a new house, with everything dean and bright. And all at my expense, to make up for the inconvenience.' He didn't mention that the place would be built by slaves more used to shovelling dung than trowelling mortar, and designed by an architect who wouldn't know a plinth from a portico. This place is a disaster! And our old house…" She sighed. "Our old house, for all its shabby quaintness, was built of solid stone and had a roof that never leaked once in all the years since I became a Vestal. Stained or not, some of the floors had the most beautiful black and white mosaic tiles, pictures and patterns that would take your breath away-now I suppose they're decorating the lavatories in that sprawling villa of his up on the hill."

"I still can't imagine how he ever got the legal right to seize the property."

"It all went back to documents from the time the Appian Way was built. Appius Claudius Caecus managed to obtain a great deal of property for himself and his family all along the road. Clodius's villa, or the core of it, had been in his family for generations, going back to the time the road was built. Because the old House of the Vestals was within a certain distance of that property he was able to declare a special necessity when he decided to expand his villa and to make a claim on our house as well as parts of the grove of Jupiter. Clodius was quite expert at producing documents out of thin air. In the end he got his way, legally and without violence, and there was nothing we could do about it."

"But there were hard feelings?"

She gave me a withering look. "Gordianus, do not insult me with polite understatement, and I will endeavour to treat you with the same courtesy. But I've gone on about matters which are no doubt of more interest to myself than to you. Forgive me if I don't offer you food or wine; it would not be proper for me to entertain two male visitors in such a fashion. We shall also remain standing, of course, except for our chaperone." She nodded to the old slave, who sat on a backless chair in the comer. "You said you had some business with me, Gordianus."

"Yes. Thank you, Virgo Maxima, for favouring me — "

"Let us deal with the matter quickly. The briefer your stay under this roof the better. I'm sure you understand."

"I'll be as forthright as I can. I understand that a visitor came to this house, shortly after Clodius was killed down in Bovillae."

She looked at me intently but did not answer.

"I understand that this visitor made some sort of offering."

"Who told you this?"

"I have been asked not to say."

"You keep a secret, yet you think that I should reveal to you the business of this house?"

"Virgo Maxima, I would never ask you to betray a confidence. If what I ask is improper, forgive me."

She regarded me for a long moment. "Because you once helped the Vestals in Rome, I shall tell you what you want to know. Yes, a woman came here that day."

"At what time?"

"Very late in the afternoon. Shadows were gathering." "Who was she?"

"I can't tell you that, not because I wish to keep a secret from you, but because I don't know. The day was cold; she wore a robe with a hood and kept her face hidden, and as I say, the daylight was failing."

"But you heard her voice?"

"She spoke in a low, husky voice hardly above a whisper." "As if she were concealing her voice as well as her face?" "That thought occurred to me at the time." "What did she want?"

"She came bearing news. She said there had been a battle between Clodius's men and Milo's men out on the road, and that it had ended down in Bovillae. She told me that Milo was unwounded but that Clodius was dead."

"So she merely came to give you this news?"

"No, she gave me an offering — a rather generous offering — and requested that we make a prayer to Vesta on her behalf"

"A prayer?"

"Yes. A prayer of thanksgiving." "Giving thanks that Milo was safe?"

"That was not how she put it." The Virgo Maxima lowered her eyes. "She asked for a prayer of thanksgiving that Clodius was dead."

"Isn't that unusual, giving thanks to the goddess for a man's death?"

"Unusual but not entirely unheard of. There are some deaths at which the gods themselves rejoice." "You accepted her offering?" "Yes."

"You made the prayer of thanksgiving?"

"The goddess received it as warmly as any other prayer."

I tried to remember exactly what Felicia had said to me. Ask her about the offering that was made and refused… "You say that she made a generous offering and that you accepted it."

"Of course I accepted it. If the sisterhood here on Mount Alba were wealthy enough to wave aside offerings, we should have paid to build a new house ourselves when Clodius evicted us."

"But wasn't there something she offered which you refused?"

The Virgo Maxima eyed me warily. "If you already know so much, why do you ask?"

"To find out what I don't know."

She considered for a long moment before she answered. "Yes, she offered something which I didn't take. She offered it as proof that Clodius was dead, and also as payment for the prayer. It was Clodius's gold signet ring, taken from his dead finger. The proof I accepted. But the ring was hardly appropriate for payment. I told her that coins would please the goddess more."

"Where is the ring now?"

"The woman still has it, for all I know. And now, Gordianus, I think it is time — "

"Only two more questions, please, Virgo Maxima." "Very well. The first?"

"Milo's wife, Fausta Cornelia — would you know her by sight, or by the sound of her voice?"

She smiled at so obvious a question. "Perhaps, perhaps not. I've met many senators' and magistrates' wives at one time or another. If you asked me to pick her out of a crowd, I couldn't, but I suspect she would look familiar. Would I recognize her if a hood hid her face, and she spoke in a whisper? Almost certainly not. And your last question for me, Gordianus?"

"Can you tell me anything interesting about Marc Antony?"

She laughed. "One question so transparent, the other so peculiar. Have we moved on to a different subject entirely, Gordianus?"

"I have a reason for asking."

She shook her head. "Marc Antony? The son of Antonius who failed against the pirates?" "Yes."

"Off fighting Gauls, isn't he? Really, I know nothing about the young man."