Steven Saylor - Catilina's riddle

She looked at me with such a blank expression that I thought she hadn't heard me. Then she looked out at the farm and I saw a glimmer in her eyes. 'Is this a trick, Gordianus?'

'Not a trick, a bargain. You shall have the farm, just as you wanted. We shall go down to Rome, to the place in the Forum where the records are kept, and I shall sign over the deed to you. And in return…'

She turned her head and looked at me sharply.

'In return, you shall give me the house on the Palatine, which you inherited from Lucius, complete with all its furnishings.'

'Absolutely nod'

'No? What use do you have for the house? It means nothing to you.'

'It's a splendid house, worth a considerable fortune!' 'Yes, probably worth more than my farm, considering all the statuary that Lucius collected, and the fine marble he installed, and the elegant furniture in each room, and the prime location on the Palatine. A valuable house, indeed I'm sure that you don't think a mere nobody like me has any business living in such a house, any more than I had inheriting Lucius's farm, but the fact is that Lucius meant for me to have a legacy from him, and I will. He intended it to be the farm, because he thought the farm would please me. It has pleased me, but it has also brought me much grief

'You, on the other hand, must want the farm very badly to have schemed so doggedly to take it from me. You'll double your holdings and have land on both sides of the ridge. You shall be the envy of your cousins, though, knowing your cousins, I shouldn't care to have their envy. So you see, the trade is equitable. Can you devise any other solution to the pass we've come to?'

She sat gazing out at the farm and began to tremble. 'You condemn me for scheming against you, Gordianus, but how can you know how much this land means to me? I've wanted it ever since I was a little girl. I used to daydream for hours that it was mine. But the land went to Lucius. Every year that passed without his marrying and having a son, I rejoiced, for there was always the chance that he would leave it to me, if only I outlived him. Patience, patience! But then Gnaeus began complaining in the family councils about his lot, and it was tacitly decided that he should be put ahead of anyone else in our wills. Even so, there was always a chance that the land would come to me in time. Patience and hope! Then, when Lucius died and left the property to a stranger from the city — oh, you can't imagine the shock! It had slipped away from me forever! But now…'

'Then you accept the bargain.'

She took a deep breath. 'You say you want me to leave everything at the house on the Palatine intact. You'll do the same with the farm?'

How easily she slipped from nostalgia to hard dealing, I thought. 'Of course. What would I do with farm implements in the city?'

'What about the slaves? Do they come with the farm?' 'Except for the house slaves I brought with me. Yes, you'll get the field slaves.'

'Including Aratus?'

How I hated to leave him in the hands of such a mistress! But what would Aratus be without the farm he had been running for so many years? 'Yes, Aratus will remain.'

'And what about Congrio?'

I stared at an empty blue patch of sky. 'By rights I should put him to death,' I said quietly.

'No one would blame you,' said Claudia, pensively studying her cuticles. "Though I know it would be hard for you to kill him. It goes against your nature.'

'I wouldn't have to commit the deed myself Congrio's betrayal was unthinkable — conspiring against his master, kidnapping his master's daughter. If I advertised his crime, I imagine I could gather a great number of citizens who would be happy to join in stoning such a slave to death, as an example to others. But of course that would mean advertising your involvement, as well.'

Claudia bit at one of her cuticles uneasily.

'Or I might sell him, simply to be rid of him,' I said. 'A cook of such skill would bring a great price. But how could I let loose such a viper into another man's household without warning him, and what man would buy such a slave if he knew the truth? No, I thought the matter through, last night, while I was deciding on my proposition to you. Congrio comes with the farm, whether you want him or not.'

Her eyes lit up. Could she actually eat Congrio's cooking again, knowing the treachery of which he was capable? Then let her have him! Let the vipers nest together!

'Do you accept my offer, Claudia?'

She breathed in deeply and exhaled. 'I accept.'

'Good. Then take one last look and go back to your own house. The property isn't yours yet, and until it is I want you to stay away from me and my family, and tell your cousins to do the same. We shall let our advocates settle the matter. I never want to see your face again.'

She stood, slowly surveyed the view, then turned and began to walk away, but after a few steps she stopped and turned back, not quite enough, to show her face. 'Gordianus, do you believe in the gods? Do you believe that Fortune decrees whether we prosper or suffer, and the Fates determine the hour of our death?'

'What are you talking about, Claudia?'

'When I was a girl, barely old enough, I had a baby. Never mind by whom, or how it came about. My father was furious. He said that no one must ever know, so he hid me away, and when the child came he himself tore it from me and carried it up to a wild, hidden place on Mount Argentum and left it there. I wept and screamed, because I was young and in pain and hardly understood what was happening. I told him he had killed my baby, but he said that he had only exposed it to the gods, and that if it died it was by their will.

'I won't apologize for anything I've done to get the thing I want most in the world. My apologies would mean nothing to you, Gordianus, and nothing to me, either. But I want you to know that I would never have killed your daughter outright. When that fool Congrio sent her to me, what was I to do? I decided to send her up on the mountain and to put her in the mine.'

'Where she might have fallen to her death!' I said. 'Or starved, or died from the cold.'

'Yes, but none of those endings would have come from my own hand. Don't you see? I left it up to the gods. And this is how it turned out. Your daughter is safe, and you shall have a fine house in Rome, and I shall have the farm. I did the right thing, after all.'

'Claudia,' I said, taking a deep breath and clenching my teeth, 'I think you should go from here very quickly, or else I shall break my vow, and your neck along with it!'

XLII

'Papa, there's a man to see you at the front door!' said Diana, out of breath from running.

I put down the scroll I was reading. 'Diana, how many times must I tell you that we have a slave who answers the door? I don't want you doing it yourself Here in the city 1—'

"Why not?'

I sighed. At least her bad experience with Congrio had not made her timid. I yawned, stretched my arms above my head, and looked at the statue of Minerva on the far side of the garden. Made of bronze, she was painted so realistically that I often thought I could see her breathing. She was the only female in the household who never talked back to me, though like the others she never seemed to listen, either. Lucius must have paid a great sum for her.

'Besides, Papa, I recognize the man. He says he's a neighbour.'

'Great Jupiter, surely not one of our old neighbours from the farm.' I imagined one of the Claudii standing at my front door and felt a tremor of alarm. I got up from my chair and crossed the garden with Diana at my heels.

The man at the front door turned out to be two men, accompanied by a retinue of slaves. The one whom Diana had recognized was Marcus Caelius. I calculated the months in my head and realized it was almost exactly a year since he had come to the farm and called on me to pay back my debt to Cicero. How Diana had recognized him I didn't know, for Caelius was clean-shaven now and his hair had an ordinary cut; the look made fashionable by Catilina and his circle the year before was not to be seen anywhere in Rome that summer.