Free Rome's Executioner by Robert Fabbri Page A

gave his brother an appraising look, adding, ‘Whatever that may be.’
    ‘Well, if he’s grateful he never made it obvious to me.’
    ‘That’s because he’s an arrogant arsehole and would have thought that thanking you would put him in your debt, which it would. His father, on the other hand, has always been a more honourable man and has made it clear that he will do anything to help us because of the a debt of gratitude that he feels his family owes ours. That means he’s lobbying for me to become a quaestor and therefore enter the Senate, so you can just imagine how enthusiastically Uncle Gaius and I licked his arse. For once you have been some use to the family, little brother.’
    ‘And you’ll be the beneficiary,’ Vespasian said with more than a hint of bitterness in his voice.
    Sabinus beamed smugly at his brother and nodded. ‘As the older brother that is only right and proper, but don’t worry, it’s not just me who’ll benefit; Corbulo also told us about a conversation that he had when he got back to Moesia with a centurion named Faustus whom I believe was with you that day in the Thracian camp.’
    ‘What about?’
    Sabinus looked over his shoulder to where Caelus was to make sure that he was out of earshot. ‘About Poppaeus,’ he said lowering his voice.
    ‘Ah, I see. I had to confide in Faustus in order to get help. I knew that he wouldn’t be at all happy to find out that Poppaeus had tried to kill us and the whole relief column for his and Sejanus’ political ends; so he told Corbulo?’
    ‘Yes, and Corbulo and his father told us, not knowing that we already knew because Tryphaena and Rhoemetalces had written to Antonia.’
    ‘So?’
    ‘Don’t be so obtuse, little brother; they want revenge on Poppaeus and, because your life had also been threatened by his schemes, assumed, correctly, that we would also be looking for revenge. They were offering an alliance of families; so we took them to see Antonia, and Corbulo agreed to come with us when we take the priest to Tiberius. He’ll testify before him that Poppaeus wanted the discovery of the Thracian’s chest of denarii kept secret when he should have reported it to the Emperor and the Senate.’
    Vespasian looked aghast at his brother. ‘What? We’re to take Rhoteces to Capreae? You never said anything about that to me.’
    ‘Well, someone’s got to do it, the Emperor’s only going to believe the priest if he’s submitted to torture in front of him; and you will have to give your evidence along with Corbulo. Anyway, what difference would it have made if you had known, you’d still be here, wouldn’t you?’
    Vespasian nodded slowly. He had not guessed that the priest would have to go before the most powerful man in the world, but his brother was right, it would not have changed his mind even if he had; he would still do it.
    The rain had become a steady downpour, obscuring the mountain ranges to the left and right. A solitary scout appeared out of the torrent from the west. Vespasian pushed his horse forward to come level with Tinos so that he could hear the man’s report, which was again happily negative. As the scout headed off again Vespasian turned his eyes to the north; there was no sign of the other scout. They travelled on another half-mile and still no one had come to report from the north. A sense of foreboding fell over Vespasian. He glanced over to Tinos, who shrugged, sharing his unease. A guttural shout came from up ahead. Tinos raised his hand and halted the column. The shapes of four approaching horses, just visible two hundred paces away through the rain, caused them both to relax momentarily. They kicked their mounts forward towards the returning scouts, but upon drawing closer it became apparent that only one of the horses’ riders was upright in the saddle; the other three lay across their mounts, the arrows protruding from them told, only too vividly, of what had happened. Vespasian looked at the surviving