Free Conspirata by Robert Harris Page A

as president of the senate. They come back to me again in March.'
    I suggest we ask for volunteers from the Order of Knights to protect you in public while they're not around.'
    A private bodyguard? People will say I'm putting on airs. It will have to be done discreetly.'  'It will be, don't worry. I'll arrange it So it was agreed, and in the meantime Cicero set about trying to find an agent who might gain the confidence of Catilina, and who could then report back in secret on what he was up to. He first broached the matter a couple of days later with young Rufus. He summoned him to the house and began by apologising for his rudeness after dinner. 'You must understand, my dear Rufus,' he explained, walking him around the atrium with his arm across his shoulders, 'that it is one of the failings of the old always to see the young for what they were rather than for what they have become. I treated you as that tearaway who came into my household as a boy three years ago, whereas I now realise you are a man of nearly twenty, making his way in the world and deserving of greater respect. I am truly sorry for any offence, and hope none has been taken.'
    'The fault was mine,' responded Rufus. 'I won't pretend I agree with your policies. But my love and respect for you is unshaken, and I won't allow myself to think ill of you again.'
    'Good lad.' Cicero pinched his cheek. 'Did you hear that, Tiro? He loves me! So you wouldn't want to kill me?'
    'Kill you? Of course not! Whatever made you think I would?'
    'Others who share your views have talked of killing me -Catilina to name but one,' and he described to Rufus the killing of Hybrida's slave and the terrible oath Catilina had made his confederates swear.
    Are you certain?' asked Rufus. 'I've never heard him mention such a thing.'
    'Well, he has undoubtedly spoken of his desire to murder me - Hybrida assures me of it - and if ever he does again, I'd like to think you'd give me warning.'
    'Oh, I see,' said Rufus, looking at Cicero's hand on his shoulder.
    'That's why you've brought me up here - to ask me to be your spy.'
    ' Not a spy, a loyal citizen. Or has our republic sunk to such a level that killing a consul comes second to friendship?'
    'I'd neither kill a consul nor betray a friend,' replied Rufus, detaching himself from Cicero's embrace, 'which is why I'm glad that the shadow over our friendship has been lifted.'
    'An excellent lawyer's answer. I taught you better than I realised.'
    After he had gone, Cicero said thoughtfully, 'That young man is on his way to repeat every word I've just said to Catilina' - an observation that may well have been true, for certainly from that day onwards Rufus kept clear of Cicero but was often to be seen in Catilina's company. It was an ill-assorted gang he had joined: high-spirited young bloods like Cornelius Cethegus, out for a fight; ageing and dissolute noblemen like Marcus Laeca and Autronius Paetus, whose public careers had been frustrated by their private vices; mutinous ex-soldiers led by rabble-rousers like Caius Manlius, who had been a centurion under Sulla. What bound them together was loyalty to Catilina - who could be quite charming when he was not trying to kill you - and a desire to see the existing state of affairs in Rome smashed to pieces. Twice when Cicero had to address public assemblies, as part of his opposition to Rullus's bill, they set up a constant racket of jeers and whistles, and I was glad that Atticus had made arrangements to protect him, especially as the Rabirius affair was now catching fire.
    Rullus's bill, Rabirius's prosecution, Catilina's death threat -' you must remember that Cicero was having to contend with all these three at once, as well as coping with the general business of running the senate. Historians in my opinion often overlook this aspect of politics. Problems do not queue up outside a  statesman's door, waiting to be solved in an orderly fashion, chapter by chapter, as the books would have us