Lindsey Davis - Deadly Election

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‘And now he’ll see sense.’ That old line!

‘You haven’t been watching closely enough. He has changed.’ I sounded sure.

‘Oh, no!’ So did Tullius.

‘I have seen the alteration.’ I remembered Tiberius when we first met: hard, belligerent, short-tempered – simply unsure how to wield his magisterial authority, I now realised. For a time it had made him unpleasant to deal with. That was how I had ended up stabbing his hand with a meat skewer. He learned; he calmed down. I calmed down too. I spoke very levelly now. ‘Other people have commented on the alteration. He spent thirty years doing nothing, then he acquired the aedilate. You must have thought this was simply good for your business contacts, good for prestige. You underestimated the results. Never mind how other men approach such a post, your nephew took it on and mastered it. And when the work and his ability to carry it out thrilled him, he discovered himself. A cliché, perhaps, yet true.’

His uncle shrugged and admitted without drama, ‘Yes, he surprised us.’

‘Take my advice. Unless you accept the new Tiberius, you will lose him.’

This time Tullius laughed out loud. ‘You imagine I shall lose him to you ?’

‘Well, I do like the new version, as he knows. But he makes his own choices,’ I said. ‘One thing I respect is that, since you had him at sixteen, some of Tiberius Manlius as he is today must be your creation.’

‘Oh, you are a clever one!’ Tullius scorned this as flattery, though I had meant what I said.

I had argued with much more dangerous men than him; undermined a few of them. ‘May I go home now, please?’

Not yet. My argument with Tullius Icilius had hardly started.

We stayed in the atrium, the staff gathered on the sidelines. They all stood still with their eyes cast down, trying to look unobtrusive in case Tullius dismissed them. I thought he enjoyed having an audience. He lolled his well-padded posterior against a heavy side-table, a man who loved holding forth when he assumed he had control. I stood erect. I must have been healthier and stronger than when I had returned to Rome.

Now Tullius dumped his clincher on me. He began by saying there were ambitious plans for Tiberius who, I was assured, would go along with them. His uncle bragged that financial control of their business affairs was kept in his hands, limiting his nephew’s freedom of action. He had accustomed Tiberius to a soft life, a luxury he would want not to lose. Unfortunately, I saw the force of that argument.

His uncle said Tiberius did not even realise how privileged his life had been. He had never concerned himself with the family business; to illustrate that, some years ago Tiberius had been allocated a warehouse in his own name yet he had not done anything with it.

‘What’s in it?’ I asked automatically.

‘Nothing.’

‘Is it secure? Is it waterproof?’ My questions clearly surprised Tullius. ‘He should hire guards and acquire tenants.’ Not the solution Tullius had intended! He didn’t want me beefing up his nephew to use his resources. ‘I expect Tiberius Manlius shied away from competition with you, who are the expert. But he evidently has thoughts of striking out on his own now, proven by that property he has bought in Lesser Laurel Street.’

Tullius scoffed. Tiberius had acquired it but had no funds for its refurbishment.

‘Of course you may refuse him finance,’ I conceded. I paused, letting the threat make its own point. ‘You would suffer if he decided to force you. He could do that. He manifestly has his own money, even though you have always taken charge. But a split would be stupid. Everybody loses when a good family business is broken up.’ Again, Tullius had not expected me to speak so shrewdly. Again, sadly, it made no impression on him.

That was when the uncle utterly floored me. He crowed that he was delighted when Faustus went into home-buying. Nothing could have been better. The reason would be announced at a musical evening tomorrow, an elegant gathering of influential plebeians to celebrate the end of the political campaign. This election party would be at the house of Marcia Balbilla, a social climber I knew was close friends with Laia Gratiana.

Manlius Faustus, his uncle told me, had so impressed everyone as an aedile that among his social circle − a circle in which, Tullius pointed out pleasantly, I had no standing − he was happily forgiven any youthful indiscretion. At the soirée tomorrow he would be welcomed back by those he had once offended. Tomorrow when Laia’s brother, Salvius Gratus, made the formal announcement of his planned wedding, Tullius Icilius would give their friends yet more good news. The election coalition between Gratus and Vibius had borne unexpected fruit. Old friendships had been rekindled. To the joy of both their families, his nephew Faustus was to be married again to Laia Gratiana.

57

I never saw that coming.

It had to be true. It is how such things are done. Despite everything, despite how Tiberius spoke to me and looked at me, even though he was in love, I accepted he would see the benefit of a good social alliance. He had obeyed his uncle for twenty years. He valued what his uncle had done for him. Everything he himself owned was tied up with the warehouses and he was inured to agreeing with whatever was asked, for the sake of the family business in which he shared. But it would be a disaster.

I was startled and angry. Indeed, I was so angry on my friend’s behalf, I risked appearing quite naïve. ‘That’s a wicked proposal. I believed you must have affection for your nephew − how wrong I was! He and Laia Gratiana were always incompatible. If he failed her in their marriage, that is why. Nothing has changed; they cannot begin to communicate, neither of them even wants to. I am astonished she has agreed to this, though of course if her brother asks it of her, she is a dutiful woman. Nobody who cares for Tiberius could doom him to that again. You cannot care, or you would know this plan is selfish, cruel and dangerous.’

I could not go on.

Head high, I turned away. Behind me I heard Tullius order me out of their house, but I left of my own accord. He might now regret letting his slaves hear what I said to him. They all liked Tiberius, who was a generous, kindly master.

Somehow, unaware of how I made the journey, I went home to Fountain Court. In my heart, I was hoping I might find Tiberius there but the apartment was empty.

58

I spent another sleepless night, though it was not the heat that distressed me.

By morning I was strangely reconciled. I accepted I was losing him.

Was it a measure of my love that I never at any point raged against Tiberius? I wished no harm on him. I felt no fury. I was only clear that, if he did marry Laia, I could have no more to do with him. For one thing, if he allowed himself to be pitched into that arid marriage again, I would be bitterly disappointed in him. I had thought he had more self-regard.

I was desolate myself yet, to my surprise, my first thoughts were to protect Tiberius. Despite that, I did not want to see him. I rejected breakfast at the Stargazer, though it seemed probable he would be there, looking for me. I made myself scarce, carrying out domestic errands that took me away from the apartment, then hid at my parents’ house. I was trying to avoid a falling-out. That was interesting, because once I would have torn right in to confront and censure him.

Bored, I emerged and bought a snack lunch, which I ate alone in the deserted enclosure called the Armilustrium. Tiberius knew it as a place I went to, though he did not come there to find me. That was good. I had not bought enough food to share.

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