are worried you were followed?” Lucia asked.
“Yes,” Annia said, “aren’t you?”
Lucia laughed. “No, not really,” she said. “This is Julius.”
Julius was a sturdy tot, well into his second year. He darted away from Lucia and ran as fast as his chubby legs would carry him to the sheep.
“You can’t imagine the trouble he’s gotten into,” Lucia confessed. “He’ll make a great soldier, though. He fears nothing. I named him Julius after the great conqueror and emperor.”
“He is wonderful,” Annia said, and meant it. Julius reminded Annia of her own two boys, and her heart pulled so hard that tears rose to her eyes.
Lucia didn’t notice. She had a watchful eye on Julius.
“Are you going to help with the sheep?” Lucia asked.
Annia nodded and smiled. “Yes, I’m eager to see them.” She arranged a soft bed for Maelia beneath the shade of an olive tree, using the baby sling for both cushion and cover.
Lucia led Annia to the pen. She opened the rickety gate and waited while Annia inspected their coats. They were well past shearing time.
“I wasn’t sure when to shear them,” Lucia said apologetically.
“Do not worry,” Annia said. “We will just need to take our time combing the wool.”
Lucia nodded solemnly.
The sound of dogs barking sent shivers down Annia’s spine. The sound continued. She looked at Lucia.
“They bark every time there is a visitor,” Lucia said. “You would be surprised at how good their hearing is. Why, I’ve been way back out in the olive grove, surrounded by the dogs, and the next thing I know, their ears are pricked up and they are bolting to the front entrance, barking the entire way.”
It hadn’t taken Janius long to find her, was all Annia could think. Maybe not. Maybe it was just a street vendor. Why would Janius want to find her anyway? Hadn’t he ordered her away and the baby disposed? Annia looked over at Maelia and then looked around for a safe hiding place.
But just then Annia heard a splash, then a plop. She recognized the sound, and then she heard thrashing. “Where’s Julius?” Annia yelled, torn between saving her own child from Janius and Julius from drowning.
Annia ran for the stream, looking for Julius. She thought she saw a tiny hand and ran for it. She yanked off her stola and stripped down to her linen shift.
She ran into the water and swam for the child, who had now disappeared under the water and was only visible by his thrashing.
The current had dragged him to the center.
Annia swam hard, then dove underwater where she thought he might be. The spring was clear, and the baby was struggling, his eyes open. He was paddling like a tiny dog trying to make his way to the top.
Annia snagged him and pulled him up, laughing with relief at the surprised look on his face.
He coughed a little, then tried to head back into the water. The little fish.
“You saved him,” Lucia said, snatching him up and hugging his sopping body to her chest, soaking her stola and nearly suffocating the child in the process. “I can’t swim,” she said to Annia. “He would have drowned if you hadn’t been here.” She began sobbing, and the little boy cried with her.
Even through the cacophony of the wailing sobs, Annia could hear the dogs barking. It was Galerius Janius after her. She was sure. She snatched up her clothes, wrapped Maelia in her sling and ran.
Chapter Four
The dogs signaled his arrival at his home. He heard them start their clamor when he was at the front of the villa.
His mother cleverly drugged the dogs on the nights he planned to bring home an exposed baby.
But at all other times, the dogs were loud and seemingly aggressive, though not really. They barked but then almost broke their backs wagging their tails and licking whoever walked through the front entrance.
Marcus looked over the tiled rectangular pool with its myriad fountains straight through to the tablinium, his father’s formal office and reception room. Framed on either side by marble columns, the peristyle garden formed its background. The impressive office was built by his grandfather during the reign of Augustus and was the place where clients came to speak with his father each morning.
Some came to borrow money, others came to lend, and some simply came to socialize. They sat in the long marble benches on either side of the impluvium, often lulled to sleep by the tinkling of the water as it trickled from the roof and flowed through the many fountains.
Marcus strode over the blue-and-white floor mosaic tiles and straight in to see his father.
“Ah, Marcus,” his father said, beaming when he saw him, rising from his massive ebony desk with its mother-of-pearl inlays and coming forward to embrace his son. “I will be glad when you can allow yourself to fully retire from the service,” he said.
“I would hardly consider being the head guard of the night watchmen service,” Marcus said.
“But you chose this profession,” his father responded.
“If there is ever anything I can help you with here...” Marcus started to say.
But his father held his hand up to stop his words. “No, no, my son. All of this I have under control. You choose your own life. Do not feel burdened by the obligations here. As of yet, there are none. I am hale and hearty and easily manage.”
And it was true. His father, Petronius Sergius, at fifty-seven years, managed very well on his own. His hair was white, but his body was in perfect shape. He exercised daily at the baths and was proud of his physique.
“Here,” his father said, “sit.” He pointed to one of the folding stools, and Marcus unfolded it and placed it in front of his father’s massive desk.
He sat and enjoyed the view of the brightly colored painting on the wall beside his father. The painting reached across the entire wall and featured a woman playing a lyre with her little boy looking over her shoulder.
“Your mother would like to have you home more, but I say build your own life. Any word of the new position?”
“I’ve heard nothing yet,” Marcus answered. “I’m starting to ask for favors from a few men who I think might be able to put in a good word with the emperor.”
“Be wary of those from whom you ask help,” his father said. “Remember, you will be in their debt.”
Marcus studied his father. Had word traveled back so quickly, then?
“I’ve enlisted the help of one Galerius Janius.”
“I’ve heard of the man,” his father said. “Cousin to the emperor through his new wife. Divorced his first
