'The box is for the title deeds from my Aunt Valeria's legacy -'
When I fall in love as heavily as I had done with Helena Justina, I soon enquire what I have let myself in for. I knew her aunt's Sabine farm was a fraction of Helena's portfolio. I knew Helena too; it sounded as if she was deliberately turning her back on any income which her father had allowed her.
'Fallen out with your family?'
'If I'm disgracing myself I cannot take family property.'
'That bad, is it?' I frowned. Helena was not the usual spoiled society kitten, stamping her foot and demanding the freedom to be scandalous. She loved her family. She would hate upsetting them. I was none too keen on having persuaded her to do it-then letting her down.
She surprised me by trying to explain: 'I'm twenty-three; I have been married and divorced; but it is a disgrace to leave my parents' house-I simply cannot settle down at home any more.' There was a difference between running away from the conventional life of a dutiful daughter and running to me. Which was this?
'They trying to make you marry again? Some stiff-backed senatorial stripe?'
'Now you live here,' she suggested (ignoring the question), 'I could take over your old apartment -'
'Not on your own.'
'I'm not afraid!'
'Then you ought to be. Fountain Court frightened me.'
'I'm sorry,' Helena said glumly. 'I should have let Titus take me home -'
'To Hades with Titus.' We had an unfinished quarrel, which was impeding a sensible decision here. If we started fighting at this time of night, the results might be disastrous. 'If you want to go, I'll take you home. But tell me first what you were coming here to say.' She closed her eyes wearily, blocking me out. 'Helena, you owe me that!'
'I wanted to ask if there was still a vacancy for a girl to take messages.'
'For the right applicant.' She said nothing, but she looked at me again. 'Stay here tonight and think about it,' I said quietly. 'I'll give you a good home. I'd hate to find you sleeping rough in temple doorways and begging coppers from passers-by at the Probus Bridge!' Helena was still uncertain. 'We have a bed and a couch; you can choose; I'm not asking you to share with me.'
'You have the bed,' Helena said.
'All right. Don't worry; I can keep my hands off you.' Luckily I was exhausted, or that might not have been true. I heaved myself upright. 'In my bedroom there's a wicker chair begging for an owner. Here's a lamp; here's some warm water you can take to wash. Is that enough?'
She nodded and left me.
We had achieved something. I was not certain what. But Helena Justina had taken a huge step-and I would have to see it through with her.
Restless, I tried to scrub the fishiness off myself, then pottered about like a regular householder: fixing shutters; dousing braziers; feeling big. Now that I had Helena to look after, I locked the outer door. I was not sure whether this was to keep out cat burglars, or keep Helena in.
I whistled as a warning, then went in, carrying two beakers of warm honey drink. Lamplight flickered in the draught I caused. Helena was curled up on her father's couch, plaiting her hair. With Galla's chair and Helena's box and other things, the little room looked cosy; it felt right. 'I brought you a drink. Anything else you need?' Me, for instance? She shook her head apprehensively.
I put her beaker where she could reach it, then shuffled towards the door. 'I usually add cloves, but tell me if you don't like it and I'll leave them out next time.'
'Marcus, you look unhappy. Is it my fault?'
'I think it's the case.'
'What's wrong?'
'That freedman was murdered despite my pitiful efforts. His cook is dead too-and it's partly my fault. I have to decide tomorrow what I want to do.'
'Will you tell me about it?'
'Tonight?'
Helena Justina smiled at me. Taking an interest would be part of her new role. She intended to ask constant questions, vet my clients, interfere ... I could handle that. Fighting over my work with Helena would be glorious. Her smile grew; she had seen my grin. I sat in Galla's chair, balanced my hot drink on my knee, and finally told Helena everything that had happened since we last had a chance to talk.
Almost everything. Being nearly seduced by Severina seemed not worth mentioning. 'Is that all?' Helena asked.
'First the Hortensius women hired me to entrap Severina. Now they've dumped me, and she wants me to indict them...'
Helena considered my options while I gazed fondly at her. 'Pollia and Atilia have excluded you from the Hortensius house, which is a blow. I think you should accept Severina as a client. If she is innocent, what's to lose? And if she's guilty it gives you more chance to prove it and do right by your late friend the cook. Besides,' Helena concluded, 'Severina has to pay you if you work for her.'
'Can't object to that!' I did not mention my fear that the gold-digger might be expecting to pay me in kind.
'Feel better?'
'Mmm. Thanks. I'll go and see Severina tomorrow.' Time for bed. 'Also, daughter of Camillus Verus, I must call on your noble papa to explain how I have dishonoured you -'
'No case to answer! I dishonoured myself.'
'Your father may quibble. A scruff who lures off a senator's daughter is held to have injured her father's good name.'
Helena dismissed it: 'Any father should be proud to discover his daughter dines on turbot with the elder son of the Emperor as her fellow guest.'
'Sweetheart, sometimes in the Falco house, we do not dine at all!' She was looking tired. I picked up the lamp. Our eyes met. I walked to the doorway. 'I won't kiss you goodnight. But that's only because if I did, I could not trust myself to stop.'
'Marcus, at the moment I cannot tell what I want -'
'No. But it's plain what you don't want-'She started to speak but I hushed her. 'The first rule of this household is, don't argue with the master; however I expect you to break that.' I quenched the lamp. Under cover of darkness I added, 'The second rule is, be kind to him because he loves you.'
'I can do that. What else?'
'Nothing. That's all. Except, Helena Justina-welcome to my house!'
Chapter XLVI
Severina spotted the change in me immediately. 'What happened to you?'
'A good dinner last night.' Since relations with Helena were on such a tentative basis, I had decided to keep news of my lodger to myself. Anyway, vetting clients might be Helena's business but Helena Justina's position was no concern of my clients.
'Is that all?' Severina demanded jealously. The words sounded familiar.
I told her I was accepting her commission. I would investigate two avenues: relations between the Hortensius and Priscillus empires, and the exact details of the dinner the night Novus died. She asked if she could assist, and looked surprised when I said no. 'You were a suspect, Zotica. Best stand back.'