Lindsey Davis: Saturnalia

denotes real person

The ignoble Didii – see Didius family tree

The noble Camilli – see Camillus family tree

Nux – a nut, but never thrown

Galene – a nursemaid, who wants to be a cook

Jacinthus – a cook, who wants to be anything else

Apollonius – a wine waiter, who expects nothing *Vespasian Augustus – Emperor for the duration *Titus Caesar – Emperor-for-the-Day, who wants to do good

Ti Claudius Laeta – a scroll secretary

Ti Claudius Anacntes – Chief Spy

Momus – a slob

All Vying for the magic bean

The Melitan brothers – field operatives, found wanting in all departments *Q Julius Cordinus, G. Rutilius Gallicus – a bunch of names to watch

M. Quadrumatus Labeo – whose house is less safe than he thinks

Drusilla Gratiana – his wife, taking her own medicine

S. Gratianus Scaeva – her brother, a martyr to catarrh

Phryne – a loyal old retainer (not to be trusted)

A boy flautist – silent or silenced?

Hired medical experts:

Aedemon – offering Egyptian empiricism (purges)

Cleander – offering Greek pneumatism (rest)

Mastarna – offering Etruscan dogmatism (the knife)

Pylaemenes – offering Chaldean dream therapy (twaddle)

Zosime – offering charitable outreach for AEsculapius (free) *A Very Important Prisoner – on the run *Ganna – an acolyte, on the loose

The IV Cohort of vigiles:

L. Petromus Longus – watching his drink intake

M. Rubella – a tribune with a fine pair of pins

T. Fusculus – a man of many words

Scythax – a doctor, offering no hope (and wonky stitches)

Sergius – the big softie

Legionaries, recalled from leave:

Clemens – an acting centurion

Cattus – his servant, not taking much part in the action

Scaurus, Gaudus, Sentius, Paullus,

Gaius, Lusius, Minnius, Granius, and there is always one called Titus, plus Lentullus – the dopey one

Dora amp; Delia (but not Daphne) – professional ladies with a bucket of bones

Zoilus – a ghoul, available for hire

A full supporting cast of Praetorian Guards, vigiles, narks, quacks, vegetables, runaway slaves, priests, priestesses, stewards, door porters, members the German community in Rome, including:

Ermanus – the sexy one, who likes partying plus an Elderly Vestal Virgin

Lindsey Davis

Saturnalia

Extracts from the Hippocratic Oath

I swear by Apollo the healer

I will use my power to help the sick to the best of my ability and judgement;

I will abstain from harming or wronging any man by it.

I will not cut, even for the stone, but I will leave such procedures to the practitioners of that craft.

Whenever I go into a house,

I will go to help the sick and never with the intention of doing harm or injury.

If there was one thing you could say for my father, he never beat his wife.

'He hit her!' Pa was spluttering; he was so eager to tell my wife Helena that her brother was guilty of domestic violence. 'He came right out and admitted it: Camillus Justinus struck Claudia Rufina!'

'I bet he told you that in confidence too,' I snapped. 'So you come bursting in here only five minutes later and tell us!' Justinus must have gone for a bribe to reinstate himself Once Pa had sold the culprit an exorbitant 'forgive me darling' gift, my parent had rushed straight from his fine art warehouse at the Saepta Julia to our house, eager to snitch.

'You' d never catch me behaving like that,' he boasted self-righteously.

'Agreed. Your faults are more insidious.'

There were plenty of drunken male bullies in Rome, and plenty of downtrodden wives who refused to leave them, but as I licked the breakfast honey from my fingers and wished he would go away, I was glaring at a much more subtle character. Marcus Didius Favonius, who had renamed himself Geminus for reasons of his own, was about as complicated as they come. Most people called my father a lovable rogue. Most people, therefore, were bemused that I loathed him.

'I never hit your mother in my life!'

I may have sounded weary. 'No, you just walked out on her and seven children, leaving Mother to bring us up as best she could.'

'I sent her money.' My father's contributions were a fraction of the fortune he amassed in the course of his dealings as an auctioneer, antique dealer, and reproduction marble salesman.

'If Ma had been given a denarius for every foolish buyer of flaky Greek "original statues" you conned, we would all have dined on peacocks and my sisters would have had dowries to buy tribunes as husbands.'

All right, I admit it: Pa was right when he muttered: 'Giving money to any of your sisters would have been a bad idea.'

The point about Pa is that he could, if it was absolutely unavoidable, put up a fight. It would be a fight worth watching, if you had half an hour before your next appointment and a piece of Lucanian sausage to chew on while you stood there. Yet to him, the concept of any husband daring to hit a feisty wife (the only kind my father knew about, since he came from the Aventine where women give no quarter) was about as likely as getting a Vestal Virgin to buy him a drink. He also knew that Quintus Camillus Justinus was the son of a respectable, thoroughly amiable senator; he was my wife's younger brother, in general her favourite; everyone spoke highly of Quintus. Come to that, he had always been my favourite. If you overlooked a few failings-little quirks, like stealing his own brother's bride and backing out of a respectable career so he could run off to North Africa to grow silphium (which is extinct, but that didn't stop him)-he was a nice lad. Helena and I were both very fond of him.

From the moment of their elopement, Claudia and Quintus had had their difficulties. It was the usual story. He had been too young to get married; she was much too keen on the idea. They were in love when they did it. That is more than most couples can say. Now that they had a baby son, we all assumed they would set aside their problems. If they divorced, they would both be expected to marry other people anyway. They could end up with worse. Justinus, who was the real offender in their stormy relationship, would certainly lose out, because the one thing he had acquired with Claudia was joyful access to her very large fortune. She was a fiery piece when she needed to be, and her habit nowadays was to wear her emeralds on every occasion, to remind him of what he would lose (apart from his dear little son Gaius) if they separated.

Helena Justina, my level-headed wife weighed in, making it clear where her sympathies would lie. 'Calm down, Geminus, and tell us what caused poor Quintus to be in this trouble.' She tapped my still excited father on the chest, to soothe him. 'Where is my brother now?'

'Your noble father has requested that the villain leave the family home!' Quintus and Claudia lived with his parents; it cannot have helped.

Pa, whose children and grandchildren rejected all forms of supervision, especially from him, seemed impressed by the senator's bravery. He assumed a disapproving air. From the biggest reprobate on the Aventine, this was ludicrous. Pa gazed at me with those tricky brown eyes, running his hands through the wild grey curls that still clustered on his wicked old head. He was daring me to be flippant. I knew when to hold my peace. I wasn't mad.

'So where can he go?' A curious note of hysteria squeaked its way into Helena's voice.

'He told me he has camped out in your uncle's old house.' The senator had inherited this property next door to his own. I knew that house was currently empty. The senator needed the rent, but the last tenants had left suddenly.