hands were purple and impossibly swollen, hardly like hands at all.
Gaditicus took in the Roman style of the filthy toga, stiff with blood and dirt. The eyes were tired but the voice was clear enough, despite the broken lips.
‘Governor Paulus?’ Gaditicus asked. He saluted when the governor nodded.
‘We heard you were dead, sir,’ Gaditicus said.
‘Yes … it seemed that way to me for a while.’
The governor’s head lifted and his mouth twisted in a slight smile.
‘Welcome to Mytilene fort, gentlemen.’
Clodia sobbed as Tubruk put his arm around her in the empty kitchens.
‘I don’t know what to do,’ she said, her voice muffled by his tunic. ‘He’s been at her and at her all through the pregnancy.’
‘Shhh … come on.’ Tubruk patted her back, trying to control the fear that had leapt in him when he first saw Clodia’s dusty, tear-stained face. He didn’t know Cornelia’s nurse well, but what he had seen had given him an impression of a solid, sensible woman who would not be crying over nothing.
‘What is it, love? Come and sit down and tell me what’s going on.’
He kept his voice as calm as he could, but it was a struggle. Gods, was the baby dead? It was due any time and childbirth was always risky. He felt coldness touch him. He had told Julius he would keep an eye on them while he was away from the city, but everything had seemed fine. Cornelia had been a little withdrawn in the last months, but many a young girl felt fear with the ordeal of her first birth ahead of her.
Clodia allowed herself to be guided to a bench next to the ovens. She sat without checking the seat for grease or soot, which worried Tubruk even further. He poured a cup of pressed apple juice for her and she gulped at it, her sobs subsiding to shudders.
‘Tell me the problem,’ Tubruk said. ‘Most things can be solved, no matter how bad they might seem.’
He waited patiently for her to finish drinking and gently took the cup from her limp hand.
‘It’s Sulla,’ she whispered. ‘He’s been tormenting Cornelia. She won’t tell me all the details, but he has his men bring her to him at any time of the day or night, pregnant as she is, and she comes back in tears.’
Tubruk paled in anger.
‘Has he hurt her? Hurt the child?’ he pressed, stepping closer.
Clodia leaned away from his intensity, her mouth quivering with returning force.
‘Not yet, but every time is worse. She told me he is always drunk and he … places his hands on her.’
Tubruk closed his eyes briefly, knowing he had to remain calm. The only outward sign was a clenched fist, but when he spoke again, his eyes glittered dangerously.
‘Does her father know?’
Clodia took his arm in a sudden grip.
‘Cinna must not know! It would break him. He would not be able to meet Sulla in the Senate without accusations and he would be killed if he said anything in public. He cannot be told!’
Her voice rose higher as she spoke and Tubruk patted her hand reassuringly.
‘He won’t learn it from me.’
‘I have no one else to turn to, but you, to help me protect her,’ Clodia said brokenly, her eyes pleading.
‘You’ve done right, love. She carries a child of this house. I need to know everything that has happened, do you understand? There must be no mistake in this. Do you see how important that is?’
She nodded, wiping her eyes roughly.
‘I hope so,’ he continued. ‘As the Dictator of Rome, Sulla is almost untouchable under the law. Oh, we could bring a case to the Senate, but not one of them would dare to argue the prosecution. It would mean death for anyone who tried. That is the reality of their precious “equal law”. And what is his crime? In law, nothing, but if he has touched her and frightened her, then the gods call for punishment even if the Senate would not.’
Clodia nodded again. ‘I understand that …’
‘You must understand,’ he interrupted sharply, his voice hard and low, ‘because it means that anything we do will be outside the law and if it is any sort of attack on the body of Sulla himself, then to fail would mean the deaths of Cinna, you, me, Julius’ mother, servants, slaves, Cornelia and the child, everybody. Julius would be tracked down no matter where he hid.’
‘You will kill Sulla?’ Clodia whispered, moving closer.
‘If everything is as you say, I will certainly kill him,’ he promised, and for a moment, she could see the gladiator he had once been, frightening and grim.
‘Good, it is what he deserves. Cornelia will be able to put these dark months behind her and bear the child in peace.’ She dabbed at her eyes and some of the grief and worry eased from her visibly.
‘Does she know you have come to me?’ he asked quietly.
Clodia shook her head.
‘Good. Don’t tell her what I have said. She is too close to birth for these fears.’
‘And … afterwards?’
Tubruk scratched the short crop of hair on the back of his head.
‘Never. Let her believe it was one of his enemies. He has enough of them. Keep it a secret, Clodia. He has supporters who will be calling for blood for years later if the truth comes out. One wrong word from you to another, who then tells a friend, and the guards will be at the gate to take Cornelia and the child away for torture before the next dawn.’
‘I will not tell,’ she whispered, holding his gaze for long seconds. At last, she looked away and he sighed as he sat on the bench next to her.
‘Now, start from the beginning and don’t leave anything out. Pregnant girls often imagine things and before I risk everything I love, I need to be sure.’
They sat and talked for an hour in quiet voices. By the end, the hand she placed on his arm marked the beginning of a shy attraction, despite the ugliness of the subject they discussed.
‘I had intended to be on the next tide out to sea,’ Gaditicus had said sourly. ‘Not to take part in a parade.’
‘You believed me to be a corpse then,’ Governor Paulus had replied. ‘As I am battered but alive, I feel it necessary to show the support of Rome that stands with me. It will discourage … further attempts on my dignity.’
‘Sir, every young fighter on the whole island must have been holed up in that fort – and a fair few from the mainland as well. Half the families in the town will be grieving for the loss of a son or father. We have shown them well enough what disobedience to Rome means. They will not rebel again.’
‘You
