Free Domina (Paul Doherty Historical Mysteries) by Paul Doherty Page B

this Parmenon be truly trusted?’
    I strained my ears and hoped the gallery outside was empty. This remarkable young woman had trapped me.
    ‘Do you know why I chose to sit here, Parmenon? Because that door is thick and there are no ledges outside this window. I’ve also checked the walls and floor carefully. No spy-holes, no little apertures for the ear. So, what are you going to do, Parmenon? Choose life or death?’
    ‘I am . . .’
    ‘What are you going to say, Parmenon?’ she mocked. ‘That you are only a servant, a scribe? You are only a flea on Sejanus’s table.’
    ‘Why are you doing this?’ I asked.
    ‘I don’t know. I am taking a gamble. I watched you at the amphitheatre. You don’t like bloodshed, Parmenon.’
    ‘I always think of my own skin.’
    ‘No, Parmenon, somewhere you’ve got a soul and a heart. I rather like you, you don’t act like an informer or a spy. So, let me draw you deeper into the net. We haven’t got much time. At the moment everybody’s drunk after the Games – nothing like a little blood is there, Parmenon, to whet the thirst and stir the cock – and Sejanus’s spies will be slaking themselves before they remember their duty. That’s their great mistake: blood blinds them. Such is Rome under Tiberius. Have you heard the poem, Parmenon?’ She closed her eyes.
    ‘“Tiberius is not thirsty for neat wine. What warms him up is a tastier cup, The blood of murdered men”.’
    I shivered. Agrippina was muttering treason. Both of us could be handed over to the executioners to be strangled, our corpses tossed down the Steps of Mourning before being thrown into the Tiber.
    ‘He’s mad,’ Agrippina continued. ‘Tiberius is mad; either that, or possessed by a demon. Perhaps both. Do you know what my father told me, Parmenon? When Tiberius was a general, he used to study his maps in his tent the night before a battle, and suddenly the lamps around him would abruptly go out.’ She made me jump as she snapped her fingers. ‘Extinguished just like that! Tiberius always took it as a sign that his demon was nearby and he’d be lucky in the coming fight.’
    ‘Domina,’ I stammered. ‘You shouldn’t tell me all this.’
    ‘I’ll tell you more, Parmenon. Tiberius is the great Augustus’s successor but he spent most of his early manhood sulking in exile. It turned his mind. He wants to kill and kill again. My father is dead, my mother and two brothers will soon join him and, if Sejanus has his way, I and my sisters have got -’ she coolly shrugged her shoulders ‘- perhaps a year, certainly no more than eighteen months. Go out and check the gallery again, Parmenon. Stay there for a while before coming back.’
    I obeyed her command. I closed the door behind me and tried to stop trembling. Agrippina had sent me out to test me. Any sensible informant would have fled like the wind, certainly not to Sejanus but down to Ostia to beg, buy, do anything to gain passage to the western isles or beyond. My face was coated in sweat. My stomach was clenched so tightly I thought I was going to vomit. It was like being woken up from a deep sleep by a jug of cold water splashed over your face. I was no more than twenty-three years of age and so far my life had been like that of a dream-walker, an observer of what was happening around me, but feeling very little. My father killed, my mother a sickly woman who had died before her time. Friends and acquaintances were merely people I talked to, dined or slept with. In an hour all this had changed. I walked up and down the gallery drawing deep breaths. Why, I kept asking myself? Why was Agrippina telling me this? It was all true, of course. Tiberius was a sick, bitter man. The stories from Capri depicted him as a monster. One story currently doing the rounds of the taverns of Rome was that a fisherman on the island had caught an enormous mullet, and eager to please his Emperor, he towed the fish up the trackless cliffs and surprised Tiberius.