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‘Will you be home for long this time?’
His father dismounted and ruffled his hair, ruining the spit-smoothness he'd worked at.
‘A few days, perhaps a week. I wish it was more, but there is always work to be done for the Republic.’ He handed the reins to his son. ‘Take old Mercury here to the stables and rub him down properly. I'll see you again after I have inspected the staff and spoken to your mother.’
Gaius' open expression tightened at the mention of Aurelia and his father noticed. He sighed and put his hand on his son's shoulder, making him meet his gaze.
‘I want to spend more time away from the city, lad, but what I do is important to me. Do you understand the word “Republic”?’
Gaius nodded and his father looked sceptical.
'I doubt it. Few enough of my fellow senators seem to. We live an idea, a system of government that allows everyone to have a voice, even the common man. Do you realise how rare that is? Every other little country I have known has a king or a chief running it. He gives land to his friends and takes money from those who fall out with him. It is like having a child loose with a sword.
‘In Rome, we have the rule of law. It is not yet perfect or even as fair as I would like, but it tries to be and that is what I devote my life to. It is worth my life – and yours too when the time comes.’
‘I miss you, though,’ Gaius replied, knowing it was selfish.
His father's gaze hardened slightly, then he reached out to ruffle Gaius' hair once more.
‘And I miss you too. Your knees are filthy and that tunic is more suitable for a street child, but I miss you too. Go and clean yourself up – but only after you have rubbed Mercury down.’
He watched his son trudge away, leading the horse, and smiled ruefully. He was a little taller, Tubruk was right.
In the stables, Gaius rubbed the flanks of his father's horse, smoothing away sweat and dust and thinking over his father's words. The idea of a republic sounded very fine, but being a king was clearly more exciting.
Whenever Gaius' father Julius had been away for a long absence, Aurelia insisted on a formal meal in the long triclinium. The two boys would sit on children's stools next to the long couches, on which Aurelia and her husband would recline barefoot, with the food served on low tables by the household slaves.
Gaius and Marcus hated the meals. They were forbidden to chatter and sat in painful silence through each course, allowing the table servants only a quick rub of their fingers between dipping them into the food. Although their appetites were large, Gaius and Marcus had learned not to offend Aurelia by eating too quickly and so were forced to chew and swallow as slowly as the adults while the evening shadows lengthened.
Bathed and dressed in clean clothes, Gaius felt hot and uncomfortable with his parents. His father had put aside the informality of their meeting on the road and now talked with his wife as if the two boys did not exist. Gaius watched his mother closely when he could, looking for the trembling that would signal one of her fits. At first, they had terrified him and left him sobbing, but after years an emotional callousness had grown, and occasionally he even hoped for the trembling so that he and Marcus would be sent from the table.
He tried to listen and be interested in the conversation, but it was all about developments in the laws and city ordinances. His father never seemed to come home with exciting stories of executions or famous street villains.
‘You have too much faith in the people, Julius,’ Aurelia was saying. ‘They need looking after as a child needs a father. Some have wit and intelligence, I agree, but most have to be protected …’ She trailed off and silence fell.
Julius looked up and Gaius saw a sadness come into his face, making him look away, embarrassed, as if he had witnessed an intimacy.
‘Relia?’
Gaius heard his father's voice and looked back at his mother, who lay like a statue, her eyes focused on some distant scene. Her hand trembled and suddenly her face twisted like a child's. The tremor that began in her hand spread to her whole body and she twisted in spasm, one arm sweeping bowls from the low table. Her voice erupted violently from her throat, a torrent of screeching sound that made the boys wince backwards.
Julius rose smoothly from his seat and took his wife in his arms.
‘Leave us,’ he commanded and Gaius and Marcus went out with the slaves, leaving behind them the man holding the twisting figure.
The following morning, Gaius was woken by Tubruk shaking his shoulder.
‘Get up, lad. Your mother wants to see you.’
Gaius groaned, almost to himself, but Tubruk heard.
‘She is always quiet after a … bad night.’
Gaius paused as he pulled clothes on. He looked up at the old gladiator.
‘Sometimes, I hate her.’
Tubruk sighed gently.
‘I wish you could have known her as she was before the sickness began. She used to sing to herself all the time and the house was always happy. You have to think that your mother is still there, but can't get out to you. She does love you, you know.’
Gaius nodded and smoothed his hair down carelessly.
‘Has my father gone back to the city?’ he asked, knowing the answer. His father hated to feel helpless.
‘He left at dawn,’ Tubruk replied.
Without another word, Gaius followed him through the cool corridors to his mother's rooms.
She sat upright in bed, her face freshly washed and her long hair braided behind her. Her skin was pale, but she smiled as Gaius entered and he was able to smile back.
‘Come closer, Gaius. I am sorry if I scared you last night.’
He came into her arms and let her hold him, feeling nothing. How could he tell her he wasn't scared any more? He had seen it too many times, each worse than the last. Some part of him knew that she would get worse and worse, that she was already leaving him. But he could not think of that – better to keep it inside, to smile and hug her and walk away untouched.
‘What are you going to do today?’ she asked as she released him.
‘Chores with Marcus,’ he replied.
She nodded and seemed to forget him. He waited for a few seconds and when there was no further response turned and walked from the room.
When the tiny space in her thoughts faded and she focused again on the room, it was empty.
Marcus met him at the gates, carrying a bird net. He looked into his friend's eyes and made his tone light and cheerful.
‘I feel lucky today. We'll catch a hawk – two hawks. We'll train them and they'll sit on our shoulders, attacking on our command. Suetonius will run when he sees us.’
Gaius chuckled and cleared his mind of thoughts of his mother. He missed his father already, but the day was going to be a long one and there was always something to do in the woods. He doubted Marcus' idea of hawk-catching would work, but he would go along with it until the day was over and all the paths had been walked.
The green gloom almost made them miss the raven that sat on a low branch, not far from the sunlit fields. Marcus froze as he saw it first and pressed a hand against Gaius' chest.
‘Look at the size of it!’ he whispered, unwrapping his bird net.
They crouched down and crept forward, watched with interest by the bird. Even for a raven it was large and it spread heavy black wings as they approached, before almost hopping to the next tree with one lazy flap.
‘You