Emperor_ The Field Of Swords Part 2

"We were worried about you, mistress," Angelina lied cheerfully.

Brutus eyed her with open interest and she returned his gaze without embarra.s.sment. Under the girl's scrutiny, he could hardly confirm the suspicion that had come into his mind. Though he told himself he had come to terms with Servilia's profession, the thought of his men knowing showed him he was not as secure as he'd thought.

"Are you going to introduce us, Mother?" he asked.

Angelina widened her eyes for a split second. "This is your son? He's just as you said. How wonderful."

Servilia had never discussed Brutus with Angelina, but was caught between exasperation at the girl's transparency and a shrewder part of her that could smell the money to be made. The crowd around them had grown. These were not men used to the attentions of young women. She began to suspect that from legion trade alone Valentia was going to be very profitable indeed.

"This is Angelina," she said.

Brutus bowed and Angelina's eyes sparkled at his courtesy.

"You must join us at the general's table this evening. I'll raid the cellar for wine and we'll wash the dust of the road off you." He held Angelina's eyes as he spoke and managed to make the proposition sound remarkably s.e.xual.

Servilia cleared her throat to interrupt them, "Lead us in, Brutus," she said.

The extraordinarii parted again to let them through. The hot meal that awaited them in their barracks did not seem half as tempting as it had on the ride back, without the company of the women as a spice. They stood as if abandoned in the courtyard until the small procession had disappeared inside. The spell was broken then and they broke apart to care for the horses, suddenly brisk in their movements as if they had never been interrupted at all.

Despite Angelina's protests, Servilia left her three companions in the rooms they had been given. Someone had to unpack the trunks and for that first night Servilia wanted her son's full attention. She had not brought them to Valentia to find Brutus a wife from their number, after all.

Julius did not come down with the others, sending a curt apology with his personal guard when Brutus asked if he would join them. Servilia saw the refusal did not surprise any of the men at the table and wondered again at the changes Spain had wrought in them.

In Servilia's honor, the meal was a mixture of local dishes, served in an array of small bowls. The spices and peppers made Octavian cough until he had to be thumped on the back and given wine to clear his throat. He had been in awe of Servilia from the first moment in the courtyard, and Brutus teased him subtly, while Servilia pretended not to notice the boy's discomfort.

The room was lit with warm, flickering lamps, and the wine was as good as Brutus had promised. It was a pleasant meal and Servilia found that she was enjoying the banter between the men. Domitius allowed himself to be persuaded into telling one of his stories, though the conclusion was spoiled slightly as Cabera called it out with enthusiasm, then thumped the table in amus.e.m.e.nt.

"That story was old when I was a boy," the old man cackled, reaching over to take a portion of fish from a bowl near Octavian. The young man was about to take the same piece and Cabera slapped his fingers to make him drop it, scooping up the rich flesh as it fell. Octavian scowled at him, clearly stifling a response as he remembered the presence of Servilia at the table.

"How did you come to be with the Tenth Legion, Domitius?" Servilia asked.

"Brutus arranged it when we were down in the south fighting Spartacus. I'd let him win a couple of practice bouts out of fairness, but on the whole he saw that he could benefit from my training."

"Lies!" Brutus said, laughing. "I asked him in pa.s.sing if he would be willing to transfer to the new legion, and he practically bit my arm off in enthusiasm. Julius had to pay a fortune in compensation to the legate. We're all still waiting to see if he'll be worth it."

Domitius waited patiently until Brutus was drinking from his wine cup.

"I'm the best of my generation, you see," he told Servilia, watching in amus.e.m.e.nt as Brutus fought not to choke, turning red in the process.

The sound of footsteps made them all look up, and the men rose together to welcome Julius. He took his place at the head of the table and signaled for them to sit. Servants brought fresh dishes and Brutus filled a cup with wine, smiling when he saw Julius raise an eyebrow at the quality.

The conversation began again and as it did Servilia caught Julius's eye and inclined her head slightly. He copied the gesture, accepting her at the table, and she found herself letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

There was an authority to him that she couldn't recall seeing before. He didn't join in the laughter, merely smiling at the more outrageous chatter. He punished the wine, Servilia noted, drinking as if it were water and with no obvious effect, though a slow flush appeared at his neck that could have been from the evening heat.

The high spirits at the table were quickly restored. The camaraderie between the men was infectious and after a while Servilia was engaged in the stories and humor with the others. Cabera flirted outrageously with her, winking at inopportune moments and making her snort with amus.e.m.e.nt. Once as she laughed she caught Julius's eye again, and the moment seemed to freeze, hinting at a deeper reality behind the lively facade of the meal.

Julius watched her, constantly surprised at the effect she had wrought on the usually somber gathering. She laughed without affectation and in those moments he wondered how he could ever have found her less than beautiful. Her skin was dark and freckled from the sun and her nose and chin a little too strong, yet still she had something that set her apart. The calculating part of him saw how she transferred her attention to whoever spoke, flattering them simply by the interest she showed. She was a woman who liked men and they sensed it. Julius shook his head slightly. His reaction to her disturbed him, but she was so different from Cornelia that no comparison occurred to trouble his thoughts.

He had not been in female company for a long time and then only when Brutus managed to get enough drink in him that he didn't care anymore. Looking at Servilia reminded him of the world outside his soldiers' rough gatherings. He felt unbalanced with her, out of practice. The thought crossed his mind that he should be careful to keep a distance. A woman of her experience could very well eat him alive.

He shook his head to clear it, irritated with his weakness. The first woman to sit at their table for months and he was reacting with little more sophistication than Octavian, though he hoped his thoughts weren't so obvious. He'd never hear the end of Brutus's mockery if they were. He imagined the amused taunts with a shudder and pushed his wine cup away firmly. No matter what, she was hardly likely to show interest in a friend of her son. It was ridiculous even to entertain the idea.

Octavian interrupted Julius's musings as he reached across the table to offer Servilia the last morsel of an herb dish. The young Roman had grown in strength and skill under the tutelage of Brutus and Domitius. Julius wondered if Octavian would have so much to fear from the apprentices in the city as he'd used to. He doubted it. The boy seemed to thrive in the company of the rough soldiers of the Tenth and even copied the way Brutus walked, to his friend's amus.e.m.e.nt. He seemed so young, it was strange to think Julius had been married when only a year older.

"I learned a new feint this morning, sir," Octavian said proudly.

Julius smiled at him. "You'll have to show it to me," he said, reaching over to ruffle the boy's hair.

Octavian beamed in response to the small show of affection. "Will you train with us tomorrow, then?" he asked, readying himself for disappointment.

Julius shook his head. "I'm going out to the gold mines with Renius for a few days," he said, "but perhaps I will when I come back."

Octavian tried to look pleased, but they could all see he took it as a straight refusal. Julius almost changed his mind, but the dark humors that plagued him eased back into his thoughts. None of them understood his work. They had the light spirits of boys, and that carelessness was no longer a luxury he could afford. Forgetting his earlier resolution, Julius reached for his cup and emptied it.

Brutus saw the depression settle on his friend and struggled to find something to divert him.

"The Spanish swordsmith will begin working with our legion men tomorrow. Can't you delay the trip until you've seen what you paid for?"

Julius stared at him, making them all uncomfortable.

"No, the preparations are made," he said, refilling his cup and cursing softly as he spilled a little of the wine onto the table in the process. Julius frowned at his hands. Was there a tremble there? He couldn't tell. As rather stilted conversation resumed, he watched them all, looking for some sign that they had seen his weakness. Only Cabera met his eyes and the old man's face was full of kindness. Julius drained the cup, suddenly angry with all of them.

Servilia dipped her fingers in the water bowl and wiped her mouth delicately with them, a gesture that held Julius's attention, though she seemed not to notice it.

"I have enjoyed this, very much, but the journey here was tiring," she said, smiling at them all. "I will rise early to watch your training, Octavian, if you don't mind?"

"Of course, come and watch," Brutus said pleasantly. "I'll get a carriage ready for you in the stables, as well. This is a luxurious post, compared to some. You'll love it here."

"Find a good horse and I won't need the carriage," Servilia replied, noting the flicker in Julius's eyes as he digested this piece of information. Men were such strange creatures, but she had yet to find one who didn't enjoy the thought of a beautiful woman on a horse.

"I hope my girls won't be a disruption to you all. I will look for a place in the city tomorrow. Good night, gentlemen. General."

They rose with her and again she experienced that strange frisson of excitement as Julius's eyes met her own.

Julius stood soon after she had left, swaying slightly.

"I have left my orders in your quarters, Brutus, for the time I am away. Make sure there is a guard on those girls while they are in our care. Good night." He left without another word, walking with the exaggerated stiffness of a man trying to hide the effects of too much wine in his blood. For a moment there was a pained silence.

"It's good to have a new face here," Brutus said, carefully avoiding more difficult subjects. "She'll liven this place up a little. It's been too quiet recently."

Cabera whistled quietly to himself. "A woman like that? all men are fools around her," he said softly, his tone making Brutus stare at him in puzzlement. The old man's expression was unreadable as he shook his head slightly and reached for more wine.

"She is very? graceful," Domitius agreed, searching for the final word.

Brutus snorted. "What did you expect after seeing me with a sword? I'd hardly come from a cart horse, would I?"

"I did think there was a female quality to your stance, yes," Domitius replied, rubbing his forehead in thought. "Yes, I see it now. It looks better on her, though."

"It is a manly grace in me, Domitius, manly manly. I'm quite happy to demonstrate it again to you tomorrow." The old smile had returned to Brutus's face as he narrowed his eyes in mock offense.

"Do I have a manly grace, Domitius?" Octavian asked.

Domitius nodded slowly, his manner easy. "You do, of course, lad. It is only Brutus who fights like a woman."

Brutus roared with laughter and threw a plate at Domitius, who ducked it easily. It crashed on the stone floor and they all froze comically before the tension dissolved into humor once again.

"Why does your mother want a house in the city?" Octavian asked.

Brutus looked sharply at him, suddenly sorry to have to puncture his innocence. "For business, lad. I think my mother's girls will be entertaining the legion before too long."

Octavian looked around in confusion for a moment, then his face cleared. They were all watching him closely.

"Will they charge full price for someone of my age, do you think?" Octavian said.

Brutus threw another plate in his direction, hitting Cabera.

Lying on the narrow pallet in his rooms above, Julius could hear their laughter and shut his eyes tightly in the darkness.

CHAPTER 3.

Servilia already loved the little city of Valentia. The streets were clean and busy with people. There was an air of affluence about the place that made her palms itch. Yet despite the signs of wealth, it had a fresh feel to it that her own ancient city had lost centuries before. This was a more innocent town. Even finding the right building had been easier than she'd expected. There were no officials needing a private payment before doc.u.ments could be signed; it was simply a matter of finding the right place and paying gold to the current owner. It was refres.h.i.+ng after the bureaucracy of Rome, and the soldiers Brutus had sent out with her were able to show her three possible locations as soon as she asked. The first two were close to the water and likely to attract more of the dockworkers than she wanted. The third was perfect.

In a quiet street close to the market and away from the waterfront, it was a roomy building with an impressive facade of white lime and hardwood. Servilia was long familiar with the need to present a pleasant face to the world. No doubt there were grimy little houses hidden in the towns where widows and wh.o.r.es earned a little extra on their backs, but the sort of place she wanted would attract dignitaries and officers from the legion, and be correspondingly more expensive.

With so many new houses being built by the Tenth, Servilia had sensed the owner could be pressured, and the final price was a bargain, even with the furnis.h.i.+ngs to come. Some of those would have to be s.h.i.+pped from Rome, though a swift inspection of local seamstresses resulted in a string of smaller payments and deals.

With the house in her possession, she paid for an outgoing merchant to take a list of her requirements back to Rome. At least four more women would be needed, and Servilia took great care in choosing their characteristics. It was important to establish a reputation for quality.

After three days, there was little to be done but give the house a name, though that gave Servilia more trouble than she expected. Though there were no clear proscriptions in law, Servilia knew instinctively that it should be something discreet and yet suggestive. Calling it "The House of Rams" or suchlike would not do at all.

In the end, Angelina surprised her with a suggestion. "The Golden Hand" was sufficiently erotic without being crude, and Servilia had wondered whether Angelina's light coloring had prompted the idea. When she'd acquiesced, Angelina had leapt up and kissed her on both cheeks. The girl could be adorable when she had her own way, there was no doubt about it.

On the third morning after entering the city, Servilia watched a delicately drawn sign lifted onto iron hooks and smiled as a few of the Tenth cheered the sight. They would spread the word that the house was open for business, and she expected the first night to be a busy one. After that, the future was a.s.sured and she fully expected to be able to pa.s.s over control to someone else in a few months. It was tempting to think of a similar establishment in every city of Spain. The finest girls and the feel of Rome. The market was there and the money would pour into her coffers.

Servilia turned to her son's guards and smiled at them.

"I hope you will be able to get pa.s.ses for tonight?" she said lightly.

They looked at each other, aware that the dock watch had suddenly become a valuable counter in their purses.

"Perhaps your son could intercede for us, madam," the officer replied.

Servilia frowned at that. Though they had not discussed it openly, she suspected Brutus was more than a little uncomfortable with her business. For that matter, she wondered if Julius had been told about the new house and what he thought of the idea. He might not have heard of her plans away in the south at his mines, though she couldn't see how he could object.

Servilia ran a hand idly along the line of her throat as she thought of him. Today was the day he was due to return. He was probably eating in the barracks at that moment, and if she set off without delay, she could be back at the fort before the day was wasted.

"I will will need permanent guards for the house," she said as the thought occurred to her. "If you wish, I will ask the general to post you here," she told the officer. "I am a Roman citizen after all." need permanent guards for the house," she said as the thought occurred to her. "If you wish, I will ask the general to post you here," she told the officer. "I am a Roman citizen after all."

The guards looked at each other in wild surmise. Wonderful as the idea seemed, the thought of Caesar hearing their names in a request to guard a wh.o.r.ehouse was enough to cool any man's ardor. Reluctantly, they shook their heads.

"I think he would prefer local men as guards here," the officer said at last.

Servilia took the reins of her horse from one of the Tenth and leapt into the saddle. The leggings she wore were a little loose on her, but a skirt or stola stola would hardly have been appropriate. would hardly have been appropriate.

"Mount up, lads. I'll go and ask him and we'll see," she said, wheeling her horse around and kicking it into a canter. The hooves rattled loudly on the street and the local women raised their eyebrows at this strange Roman lady who rode like a soldier.

Julius was greeting an elderly Spaniard as Servilia rode up to the gates of the fort. During daylight hours the gates were left open, and the guards pa.s.sed them straight through into the yard with only a nod. Her escort from town led their mounts back to food and water, leaving her alone. Being Brutus's mother was proving extremely useful, she realized.

"I would like to have a word with you, General, if I may," she called, walking her horse over to the pair.

Julius frowned in barely concealed anger.

"This is Mayor Del Subio, Servilia. I'm afraid I have no time to see you this afternoon. Perhaps tomorrow."

He turned away to guide the older man into the main building, and Servilia spoke quickly, acknowledging the mayor with a swift smile.

"I was thinking of riding out to the local towns, General. Are you able to recommend a route?"

Julius turned to the mayor. "Please excuse me for a moment," he said.

Del Subio bowed, glancing at Servilia from under bushy eyebrows. If he had been the Roman general, he would not have left such a beauty to pout alone. Even at his age, Del Subio could appreciate a fine woman, and he wondered at Caesar's irritation.

Julius walked to Servilia.

"These hills are not completely safe. There are rogues and travelers who would think nothing of attacking you. If you're lucky, they will just steal the horse and let you walk back."

With the warning delivered, he tried to turn back to the mayor again.

"Perhaps you would like to join me, then, for protection?" Servilia said softly.

He froze, looking into her eyes. His heart thumped in his chest at the thought before he gathered his control. She was not easy to refuse, but his afternoon was filled with work. His eyes raked the yard and caught sight of Octavian coming out of the stables. Julius whistled sharply to catch the boy's attention.

"Octavian. Saddle a horse for yourself. Escort duty."

Octavian saluted and disappeared back into the darkness of the stable block.

Julius looked at Servilia blankly, as if the exchange were already forgotten.