his throat.
‘I think my wife likes you,’ he said. ‘The gods have not blessed us with children of our own and I think you will bring her comfort.’
His gaze passed over them.
‘Tubruk – I see you are still the concerned guardian. I heard you fought well in the defence of my sister's house.’
‘I did my duty, sir. It was not enough in the end.’
‘The son lives, and his mother. Julius would say that was enough,’ Marius replied. At this, his eyes returned to Gaius.
‘I can see your father's face in yours. I am sorry for his leaving. I cannot say we were truly friends, but we had respect for each other, which is more honest than many friendships. I could not attend his funeral, but he was in my thoughts and prayers.’
Gaius felt the beginnings of liking for this man. Perhaps that is his talent, warned an inner voice. Perhaps that is why he has been elected so many times. He is a man whom others follow.
‘Thank you. He always spoke well of you,’ he replied out loud.
Marius laughed, a short bark.
‘I doubt it. How is your mother, is she … the same?’
‘Much the same, sir. The doctors despair.’
Marius nodded, his face betraying nothing. ‘You must call me uncle from now on, I think. Yes. Uncle suits me well. And you, who is this?’ Once again, his eyes and focus had switched without warning, this time to Cabera, who looked back impassively.
‘He is a priest and healer, my adviser. Cabera is his name,’ Gaius replied.
‘Where are you from, Cabera? Those are not Roman features.’
‘The distant east, sir. My home is not known in Rome.’
‘Try me. I have travelled far with my legion in my lifetime.’ Marius did not blink, his gaze was relentless.
Cabera didn't seem perturbed by it.
‘A hill village a thousand miles east of Aegyptus. I left it as a boy and the name is lost to me. I too have travelled far since then.’
The flame gaze snapped away as Marius lost interest. He looked again at the two boys.
‘My house is your home from now on. I presume Tubruk will be returning to your estate?’
Gaius nodded.
‘Good. I will arrange your entrance to the Senate as soon as I have sorted out a few problems of my own. Do you know Sulla?’
Gaius was painfully aware that he was being assessed. ‘He controls Rome at present.’
Marius frowned, but Gaius went on: ‘His legion patrols the streets and that gives him a great deal of influence.’
‘You are correct. I see living on a farm hasn't kept you completely away from the affairs of the city. Come and sit down. Do you drink wine? No? Then this is as good a time as any to learn.’
As they sat on couches around the food-laden table, Marius bowed his head and began to pray aloud: ‘Great Mars. Grant that I make the right decisions in the difficult days to come.’ He straightened and grinned at them, motioning for a slave to pour wine.
‘Your father could have been a great general, if he had wanted,’ Marius said. ‘He had the sharpest mind I have ever encountered, but chose to keep his interests small. He did not understand the reality of power – that a strong man can be above the rules and laws of his neighbours.’
‘He set great stock by the laws of Rome,’ Gaius replied, after a moment's thought.
‘Yes. It was his one failing. Do you know how many times I have been elected consul?’
‘Three,’ Marcus put in.
'Yet the law only allows one term. I shall be elected again and again until I grow tired of the game. I am a dangerous man to refuse, you see. It comes down to that, for all the laws and regulations that are so dear to the old men of the Senate. My legion is loyal to me and me alone. I abolished the land qualification to join, so many of them owe their only livelihood to me. True, some of them are the scrapings of the gutters of Rome, but loyal and strong despite their origins and birth.
'Five thousand men would tear this city apart if I were assassinated, so I walk the streets in safety. They know what will happen if I die, do you see?
‘If they can't kill me, they have to accommodate me, except that Sulla has finally come into the game, with a legion of his own, loyal only to him. I can't kill him and he can't kill me, so we growl at each other across the Senate floor and wait for a weakness. At present, he has the advantage. His men are in the streets as you say, whereas mine are camped outside the walls. Stalemate. Do you play latrunculi? I have a board here.’
This last question was to Gaius, who blinked and shook his head.
‘I will teach you. Sulla is a master, and so am I. It is a good game for generals. The idea is to kill the enemy king, or to remove his power so that he is helpless and must surrender.’
A soldier entered in full, shining uniform. He saluted with a stiff right arm.
‘General. The men you requested have arrived. They entered the city from different directions and gathered here.’
‘Excellent! You see, Gaius, another move in the game is upon us. Fifty of my men are with me in my home. Unless Sulla has spies on every gate, he will not know they have entered the city. If he guesses my intentions, there will be a century from his legion waiting outside at daybreak, but all life is a gamble, yes?’
He addressed the guard.
‘We will leave at dawn. Make sure my slaves look after the men. I will come along in a while.’
The soldier saluted again and left.
‘What are you going to do?’ Marcus asked, feeling completely out of his depth.
Marius rose and flexed his shoulders. He called a slave over and told him to prepare his uniform, ready for dawn.
‘Have you ever seen a Triumph?’
‘No. I don't think there has been one for a few years,’ Gaius replied.
'It is the right of every general who has captured new lands: to march his legion through the streets of his beloved capital city and receive the love of the crowd and the thanks of the Senate.
‘I have captured vast tracts of lush farming land in northern Africa, like Scipio before me. Yet a Triumph has been denied me by Sulla, who has the Senate under his thumb at the moment. He says the city has seen too much upheaval, but that is not the reason. What is his reason?’
‘He does not want your men in the city, under any pretext,’ Gaius said quickly.
‘Good, so what must I do?’
‘Bring them in anyway?’ Gaius hazarded.
Marius froze. ‘No. This is my beloved capital city. It has never had a hostile force enter its gates. I will not be the first. That is blind force, which is always chancy. No, I am going to ask! Dawn is in six hours. I suggest you get a little sleep, gentlemen. Just let one of the slaves know when you want to be taken to your rooms. Good night.’ He chuckled and strode off, leaving the four of them alone.
‘He …’ Cabera began, but Tubruk held up a warning finger, motioning with his eyes at the slaves who stood by so unobtrusively.
‘Life will not be dull here,’ he said quietly.
Both Marcus and Gaius nodded and grinned at each other.
‘I'd like to see him “ask”,’ Marcus said.
Tubruk shook his head quickly. ‘Too dangerous. There will certainly be bloodshed, and I have not brought you to Rome to see you killed the first day!