Saviour of Rome [Gaius Valerius Verrens 7] (32 page)

Valerius and Serpentius dismounted and the Spaniard began to speak. At first it was as if he’d been reading Valerius’s mind, but slowly the one-handed Roman began to realize he was being treated to the tribe’s traditional ritual of guest welcome.

‘These are my people, the Reburi,’ Serpentius said in a solemn voice. ‘They are of the Zoelan tribe of the Astures.’ He waved a hand to the surrounding mountains. ‘And these are our lands which once reached from the Red Hills to the wave-battered shores of Vizcaium.’

They growled at this reminder of what the Romans had taken from them, but Valerius understood Serpentius was not rallying them against an enemy. Instead, he was doing them and his guest honour by initiating him into the history of his people, the people of the high peaks, born into a blizzard and weaned on ice water. He turned to face Valerius.

‘You know me as Serpentius, but I was born Barbaros. The moment they cut the cord linking me to my mother, my father laid me out naked in the snow to harden or die as the god decreed. In the mountains a weak child is a burden and to grow to love such a child a greater burden still. Better for it to die never knowing what it is to live. For the tribe to survive, the weak must always make way for the strong.’ The harsh sentiment was greeted with a growl of approval because each one of them had suffered a similar ordeal. ‘When I was older, perhaps five years, we would drive the sheep to the high pastures in summer and stay with them while they fattened. We had a little food, but gathered what we could to make it last: berries, wild garlic, fish we caught by hand from the streams. Maybe a mountain hare or a partridge, if we were quick and it was unlucky. I had a dog, a big dog, brown and black and hairy, with a head the size of a bull’s, like the Alanos the Romans use to watch over their houses. It kept me warm at night, that dog. I still remember the smell, sweet as fresh-picked mushrooms, but bitter too, and the sound of dog dreams. The dog watched for the bear by day and the wolf by night, but more importantly for man by either.’

‘The Vaccei,’ a small boy shouted, as if Serpentius might have forgotten. His grinning father cuffed him lightly on the ear and their neighbours laughed.

‘Yes,’ Serpentius laughed along with them, ‘the Vaccei. They moved through the rocks like snakes, those Vaccei, sliding from one piece of cover to the next until they were on you. They knew to stay downwind of the dog, but the dog had an inner eye; a sense beyond sense. The dog frightened them, because he had a bite that could tear a man’s leg off and was as silent as they. Every boy carried a sling. They were usually enough to see off the wolf, even the bear if you shouted loud enough,
but never the man. Of all the predators of the mountains, man was the most dangerous, and he is even more dangerous now.’

Valerius understood Serpentius was talking about the men who had taken him, and the men who would undoubtedly come looking for them both.

‘You look at the mountains and you see majesty and grandeur,’ Serpentius continued. ‘We look at them and see only hardship and death. Perhaps soon we will all have to seek sanctuary there and there are things you must know.’

He allowed his gaze to take in the men, women and children, for this message was for them as much as for Valerius.

‘Shelter and fire. It will be winter soon. If it comes to it, we can use our horses and our livestock for shelter. But to survive in the mountains you must learn to make fire in rain so thick you can catch fish in it, and in a wind fit to carry you to the ends of the earth. Without fire you will freeze. If you do not have fire and shelter the snow gods will come for you. First they take away your mind, so you are helpless against them. Then they take away all your feeling so that your body does not know what is happening to it. Then they remove it from you one piece at a time.’ He allowed his eyes to range over them and his voice filled with authority, so each sentence became an order to be obeyed. ‘We will collect wood for kindling, and logs, and moss to dry for our fire strikers. Thick blankets and all the food we can spare. Go now, because we may not have as much time as you think.’ They began to disperse and his voice dropped so he was speaking only to Valerius. ‘I have seen men wandering blind in a snowstorm with every finger and every toe missing and their arms and legs turned black and frozen solid as that walnut fist of yours. I do not say it will be like that, my friend, but take the mountains lightly for but a moment and they will destroy you.’

A young warrior approached. Valerius recognized him as the tribesman who had helped him escape the Parthians. Yet there was something different about him. This was an oddly polished version of the tattered stranger who’d moved so easily through the rocks. A thick copper torc
adorned his neck, he wore a brightly coloured tunic, and his beard was trimmed tight to his lean, hatchet features.

Their eyes met and Valerius looked in astonishment from the younger man to Serpentius. It was impossible. Yet there could be no doubt.

‘My son, Tito,’ Serpentius confirmed with stony gravity. ‘Though how he comes to be dressed like a peacock I do not know. Perhaps when the hook-noses arrive he intends to dazzle them with his finery while we escape to the mountains.’

‘Gaius Valerius Verrens at your service,’ Valerius bowed. ‘I thank you again for guiding me away from the Parthians. I’m sure your father is only speaking in jest.’

‘My father never speaks in jest,’ Tito said. ‘He thinks smiling is a sign of weakness.’

Serpentius was about to reply when he saw the direction of Valerius’s eyes and the ravaged features took on a lugubrious cast. A slim, dark-haired girl stood watching them. Her face was sombre, but her expression didn’t detract from a luminous beauty that would have made her stand out from the other Zoelans even without the fine clothes. Valerius was astonished to recognize the girl who’d sat with Calpurnia at Severus’s dinner.

‘I do not suppose it will do any harm to introduce you to the lady Julia Octavia Fronton. Perhaps you will get more out of her than I can.’ He explained about the raid and his failure to secure Fronton’s records. ‘I had some notion she would know of her father’s involvement, or, failing that, we could ransom her for the information. But she declares outrage even at the suggestion Fronton might be disloyal to Rome, and an exchange with snakes like Fronton entails too much risk for my liking. If I wasn’t certain she’d lead them back here, I’d send her straight home.’

‘I still say she has value to us,’ Tito burst in. ‘She may not know directly of her father’s involvement, but she knows of his movements and who he met where and when. If they do come for us she would make a valuable hostage at the end.’

‘Of course,’ Serpentius didn’t hide his sarcasm, ‘it will be the
industrious Tito who spends many tedious hours in her company questioning the lady Julia. And at the end will it be you who holds the knife against her throat?’ He smiled, and Tito’s anger turned into consternation. ‘No, I thought not. Still, you may be right and she will be of use to us yet. We will need every weapon at our disposal to survive this.’

‘So you are prepared to fight them if it comes to it?’ Valerius said.

‘No,’ Serpentius spoke with the force of utter certainty. ‘I will not risk one of my people to further Rome’s aims. It is nothing to them if Hispania, Gaul and Germania separate from the Empire. If Vespasian has not the wit to keep his provinces, he doesn’t deserve them. Perhaps it will mean the gold is kept in Hispania and helps to improve the lives of the people who dig it. Those whose ancestral lands it is torn from. Better the mining stops altogether and that vile metal remains in the earth where the gods willed it. We cannot undo the destruction and the ruin brought upon us by the Roman lust for gold, but at least we could end it.’

‘That will not happen and you know it,’ Valerius said just as forcibly. ‘The men pillaging the goldfields for their own ends are as greedy as any in Rome. At least before there was Roman order, and there will be Roman order again, and more.’ He took Serpentius aside. ‘Pliny told me Vespasian plans to bring about an extension of
civitas
in Hispania. That means more citizenship and more legal protection for those who hold it. Your people will own this land with their rights of ownership enshrined in Roman law. You can create larger settlements and more employment. Expand your fields and grow more crops.’

‘You don’t understand, Valerius. This,’ he swung a hand that took in the houses and the fields and the mountains and the trees, ‘is all we want. For my people citizenship is just another form of slavery. This is already their land and as long as they are prepared to fight for it they will own it. That is the way it has always been and the way it will always be.’ Valerius bit back a retort and the Spaniard shook his head. ‘I know you mean well, and perhaps Vespasian too, but it is not for us. Do not mistake me, brother, though I will not risk my
people, you are my friend and I will help you in any way I can.’

Tito had half followed them and picked up at least part of the conversation. Valerius sensed a confusion in him. Clearly, he was as complex a character as his father, and just as volatile.

‘You do not take decisions for me, Nathair.’ The young man confirmed Valerius’s suspicions. ‘And too much lies on this to leave it to a Roman who crashes through the countryside with the stealth of a runaway buffalo. I think you will need eyes and ears in the city, Roman?’

Valerius looked to Serpentius, who acquiesced with an almost imperceptible nod.

‘My escape will have thrown the conspirators into a certain level of confusion. The fact I received help from a previously unknown source will likely provoke some kind of meeting to decide what to do next. My concern is that their reaction might be to lash out against those they fear. If we can have the movements of Ferox, Severus and Melanius watched, the very fact of an assembly will give us time to prepare.’

Tito nodded and turned to go, but Valerius called him back.

‘There is one other possibility, which may help or may not.’

‘Yes?’

‘If you can spare a man or two with the right qualities, men who have the subtlety to drop a suggestion into another man’s ear without appearing to do so, have them seek out the soldiers’ haunts in Legio.’ He hesitated, stroking the scar on his cheek with the fingers of his left hand, trying to find the right form of words. Finally, he had it. ‘There is talk of rebellion, but everyone knows it will only benefit the officers and the rich. A trader from Nemausus told a merchant in Clunia that the First, or maybe the Seventh, is already on the march from Germania. Only a fool would risk his neck for one man’s doomed ambition. You see, Tito? Anything that might make a soldier think twice before he acts. If it reaches enough ears it may make them hesitate when the time comes. Even a single century standing its ground would make a difference.’

‘It will be done as you say.’ Tito’s face creased into a savage smile
at the prospect. ‘I have just the man, and woman, who can do such a thing.’

When he was gone, Valerius turned to Serpentius.

‘There is one thing I didn’t tell you.’

But Serpentius’s eyes were on the south-west and he put up a hand. Valerius felt a flicker of unease as he followed the Spaniard’s gaze. At first it was just a hazy shimmer on the horizon, but gradually it evolved into a white cloud that turned into a thin pillar as they watched.

A lookout on the hill behind the village shouted out and a murmur of dismay went up as every eye locked on the smoke.

‘It has already begun,’ Valerius whispered.

‘No,’ Serpentius corrected him. ‘That is the Castro of the Wild Goats, they can have no reason to link it with us. This is something different. Petronius warned me of a plan to bring the tribes of the high peaks under their control. It was only a question of the timing. If their ambition is as great as we believe they cannot let remain a potential threat to exploit what they leave behind.’ Another pillar of smoke appeared a little closer and further east. ‘As I thought, this is just the start. Valuta!’ An elderly grey-beard shuffled towards them.

‘They will come for us eventually, but not for a few days yet. Before we leave, the survivors from the other
castros
will flee here seeking aid. Is the sanctuary prepared?’

‘The caves were stocked with provisions even before your orders, but if there are many more mouths to feed …’ He shrugged.

‘It will have to suffice.’ Serpentius looked thoughtful. ‘While we have time you will send all our most vulnerable people ahead. The old and the sick, mothers with young children. They must carry what they can, but only essentials, and bury their valuables in the usual places. When the others start to arrive, do the same. Any man able to wield a sword or a spear must stay, ready to fight. We can muster a hundred, but we’ll need more to defend the pass.’

Valuta croaked an acknowledgement and stumbled off, calling to the members of the village council.

Tito reappeared, with the girl Julia half a pace behind him. ‘Does this change what we spoke of earlier?’

Valerius chewed his lip. ‘No, I think we must carry on with our plans.’

The young man turned away, but Julia hesitated for a moment, her puzzled green eyes locked on Valerius.

‘You will be safe with the others,’ Serpentius assured her, as gently as a man of his disposition could. ‘Tito will look after you.’

‘I know,’ she said, and turned away.

‘You said there was something you hadn’t told me,’ Serpentius reminded Valerius.

‘I have met the man Nepos.’

Hostilius Nepos released a long contented sigh as he ascended the steps of the house he rented in Asturica after an hour sharing gossip at the baths. Such a relief to be back in civilization after the noisome, grubby and relentlessly vulgar existence of the mining camp. The house had once come with a woman and he wished she were still here. If ever he needed someone to share his troubles with, it was now. One moment his mind soared with exhilaration that he’d survived, the next he was almost collapsing from the terror of what might have been, and might yet be. How had he got himself into this?