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Chapter One of The Spear: A Novel | Louis de Wohl | Ignatius Insight
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"Old Longinus is not here tonight", teased Seneca.
"I mean his son, of course, silly."
"Careful now:" Seneca smiled. "Can't you see
that Claudia is taking a very lively interest in him?"
Nigidia gave the lady a cold, appraising stare. But there
was nothing she could belittle. Claudia's figure was perfect, her face
attractive in a provocative way, she was carefully made up, her jewelry matched
her dress of peacock-blue silk, the new fashion, and her hair was sprinkled
with gold dust.
"Who is she?"
"You mean to say that you don't know Claudia?"
Nigidia laughed a little harshly. "You forget that I've
been away a long time."
Too late Seneca remembered that Nigidia's family had been
exiled to some island in the Aegean Sea, because Nigidia's uncle had incurred
imperial displeasure. "Claudia Procula", he said, tactfully glossing over
the lady's remark, "is an orphan now, but related to the divine
"Your friend Cassius looks as if he were trying to hit
two targets with the same spear." Nigidia sniffed.
Seneca nodded. "And both of them at the expense of our
Balbus waddled up to Cassius Longinus, a silk bag in his shy
hand. "Twenty thousand", he said. "And I must admit it wasn't only
luck, although luck seems to be with you, too."
Cassius Longinus laughed. "I can do it as often as you
like. Want me to try again?"
Balbus smiled wryly. "Never cross the way of one whom
Fortuna favors." It was the ancient proverb of the gambling table.
"Twenty thousand is enough. And even Fortuna's favorite should content
himself with one victory at a time."
There was a hidden threat in the fat, suave voice.
Cassius bowed mockingly. "As you wish."
"Where did you acquire such skill?" asked Claudia
"It's a family trait", said Cassius. "We've always
been good at it. There's a spear on our crest."
"You'd do well in the arena", growled Balbus.
"You're built like a gladiator, too."
"Sorry that I can't return the compliment."
Cassius smiled. "I shall send you Euphorus tomorrow—he's my masseur.
He'll get you into shape."
A dull red rose in Balbus' massive face and darkened as
"He not only knows how to throw a spear", whispered
Seneca to Nigidia, "but how to make enemies. . . . "
"Athletes", said Balbus, "have their drawbacks
too. They're notoriously bad lovers."
Again Claudia laughed and Cassius grinned broadly. Balbus
lost his patience. "You're very sure of yourself, aren't you? Well, that's
usual before one reaches maturity and therefore pardonable. But some people
don't learn caution even in their old age. How is your dear father,
The young man frowned. "My father is quite well. What
makes you think of him?"
"Quite well, eh?" This time Balbus grinned.
"I hope you're right. And I hope he'll remain well." He turned to his
guests. "After this interesting little interlude I have a special treat
for you. The best dancing troupe of the empire—the twelve Gaditan
The guests broke into tumultuous applause. Gaditan dancers
were world famous and the twelve Fireflies had taken Rome by storm.
Balbus clapped his hands. A curtain was drawn back and the
dancers appeared in a mad whirl of rose-colored transparent dresses.
"Do you want to watch?" asked Claudia lightly.
"'Who wants the stars when the sun shines?"
"I feel tired", said Claudia, her eyes belying her
words. "I think I shall order my litter."
"You need an escort", expostulated Cassius.
"The streets are full of all kinds of rabble at this time of night and. .
". . . and your spear will give me protection, I
She smiled. "I have a strong guard indeed. But who will
protect me against that guard?"
He raised his hands. "By the knees of
a reliable goddess", she laughed.
"By Juno, then", swore Cassius.
She raised her beautifully penciled brows. "The goddess
of marriage. Do you know what you are saying?"
"You're mocking me." He looked so hurt that she
gave him her best smile. He was so young—twenty, perhaps twenty-one. She
knew she could make him experience delight and despair between one breath and
the next, and she felt touched—so much so that she seriously asked
herself whether she was not in love with him. Perhaps she was. And anyway, it
was ridiculous that people had started talking about her and Balbus, as if she
could possibly care for the bloated toad, however rich he was.
She looked about her. All the others were concentrating on
the dancers. "I'm going", she said. "Let's slip out this
way—not through the atrium."
They passed a number of slaves, carrying heavy amphorae of
snow-cooled wine and huge dishes of lark and nightingale tongues. Many
thousands of the tiny birds had had to be caught to make a single one of these
rich", Claudia thought with a little sigh.
Cassius, his eyes fixed on the slender figure swaying
gracefully ahead of him, bumped into one of the slaves who managed, by
desperate contortions, to keep his precious dish from spilling all over the
mosaic floor, but Cassius did not even notice. They reached a small door
leading to a court. Slave hands were raised in submissive salute.
"This is my litter", said Claudia, nodding toward one
delicately designed of wood and ivory. The carriers were six Numidians, their
bronze bodies gleaming in the torch- light, who jumped to their feet and bowed.
"My horse, quickly", ordered Cassius in a stentorian
voice. What if Claudia decided to leave before they had brought his horse from
the stables? Litters with their slaves were left here at the side door of the
house, but horses had to be looked after and the stables were at some distance.
He did not know where Claudia lived. These Numidians were fast and Rome was a
rabbit warren. Once they were out of sight, it might well prove impossible to
find them again.
He walked up to the litter. Claudia had just been helped in;
he could see her profile, delicate and serene, in the dim light from the bronze
torch on the wall. He ought now to say something amusing, but his brain was
paralyzed. All he managed was a hoarse, "Wait for me, please."
Her smile reassured him a little and then he heard Pluto's
hooves clatter on the pavement. He jumped into the saddle without using the
ready hands of the stable slave and rode up to the litter, but Claudia had
drawn the curtains and he could no longer see her face.
The Numidians ran swiftly past the Temple of Neptune and to
the left, past the Circus Maximus and left again, toward the slopes of the
Aventine Hill, and stopped in front of a small villa in the Greek style.
Cassius sprang from his horse, ready to help Claudia from her litter, so that
no slave would touch her arm.
A torchbearer came to lead her up the stairs to the
"Domina Claudia", said Cassius hoarsely, "I beg of
you, don't make me go back into a world that has no meaning without
you—let me come with you..."
"What, at this time of night?" She raised her
brows in mock indignation.
"I assure you . . ."
"Almost all I know about you is your name and that you
are a very courageous, determined and self-assured young man."
"If only you knew how little self-assured I feel . . ."
"And I have neither parents nor brothers. I live alone
here, with my oId friend, the Lady Sabina."
"Remember, I swore by Juno . . ."
"'Many a girl has been sadly deceived when a man swore
an oath by the gods.' "She quoted a fashionable poet's epigram with a low
"I mean it", he protested fiercely. "And in our
family we do not swear lightly. Let your friend be present, if you like."
"You look like
an honorable man", Claudia murmured, with a sidelong glance that made his heart
The majordomo was now coming down the stairs, bowing.
As she swept past him she said casually, "Tell the lady
Sabina I would like her to meet my guest—let someone look after his horse
and bring wine and fruit."
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