Last Seen in Massilia by Steven Saylor

Author:Steven Saylor [Saylor, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2000-10-17T06:00:00+00:00

Davus and I headed back toward the scapegoat’s house. My mind was in a tumult. The Catilinarians, casually claiming to have seen Meto since his fall into the sea, had cruelly raised my hopes, then dashed them. They were mad, as Verres had said. And yet…a part of me clutched at even this tattered shred of hope that Meto might somehow be alive. Was it because I hadn’t seen his dead body with my own eyes that I couldn’t accept the hard fact of his death? Uncertainty allowed for doubt, and doubt allowed for hope; but false hope was surely crueler than the grief of certain knowledge.

What was I to make of the two acolytes’ reference to visitations from a hooded figure they claimed to be the restless lemur of Catilina, whose appearance sounded strangely similar to the hooded soothsayer the Roman guards had called Rabidus? Could it truly have been the spirit of Catilina I met in the wilderness outside Massilia? Had Catilina himself tried to warn me away from the city, knowing that my son was already dead?

Over and over I imagined the sight of Meto plummeting from the high wall into the sea. The image became confused with my memory of the woman we had watched as she scrambled up the rock face and then vanished, either because she was pushed, or jumped, or fell….

I walked through the streets of Massilia in a daze, hardly aware of my surroundings, letting Davus lead the way. When he touched my arm and whispered in my ear, I gave a start.

“I’m not sure, father-in-law, but I think we’re being followed.”

I blinked and looked around, for the first time taking notice of others in the street. There were more people about than I had realized. Life in Massilia went on despite the siege. “Followed? Why do say that?”

“There are two fellows who seem always to be about a hundred paces behind us. We’ve just completed a circuit of the block around Verres’s house, and they’re still there.”

I turned and saw that we stood once again before the door to Verres’s house. My wits were so dulled, I hadn’t even noticed that Davus had just led me in a circle.

“Are they closing on us?”

“No, they seem to be keeping their distance. And I think…”

“Yes?”

“I think they may have followed us earlier, when we left the scapegoat’s house. I wasn’t sure, then. But it must be the same two.”

“Probably agents of the Timouchoi, keeping an eye on the scapegoat’s Roman guests,” I said. “If the authorities are having us watched, there’s not much we can do about it. Do you recognize these two? Might you have seen them before, perhaps among Apollonides’s soldiers?”

Davus shook his head. “They stay too far back for me to get a good look at their faces.” He frowned. “What if they’re not from the Timouchoi? What if someone else is having us followed?”

“That seems unlikely.” Or did it? If I had learned anything since my arrival in Massilia, it was to expect the unexpected.

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