"Davis, Lindsey - Marcus Didius Falco 15 - The Accusers 1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Lindsey)

`You need to know what the trial was about first,' I set about explaining.

СRubirius Metellus was accused of trafficking in offices, Marcus.'

`Yes.' I refused to be surprised that she knew. `While his son was the curule aedile in charge of road maintenance.' A twinkle appeared in Helena's fine brown eyes. I flashed a grin back. `Oh, you asked your papa.

`Yesterday.' Helena did not bother to be triumphant. Her brother Aelianus, a repressed traditionalist, tossed olives into his open mouth after a tut of disgust. He wanted a routine sister, so he could lord it over her. Justinus gave a superior smile. Helena took no notice of either, simply saying to me, `There were a lot of charges against Metellus, though not much evidence for any of them. He had covered his tracks well. But if he was guilty of everything he was accused of, then his corruption was outrageous.'

`The court agreed with that.'

`So was your document important?' she insisted.

`No.' I glanced at Justinus, who had ridden to Lanuvium to fetch it. `Ours was only one of a whole bunch of sworn statements that Silius Italicus produced at the trial. He was bombarding the judge and jury with examples of misconduct. He lined up every pavement-layer who had ever bought favours and had them all say their piece: I gave the Metelli ten thousand, on the understanding it would help us win the contract for repairs to the Via Appia. I gave Rubirius Metellus five thousand to get the contract for maintaining the gullies in the Forum of Augustus...'

Helena sniffed her disapproval. For a moment she leaned back with her face turned to the sun, a tall young woman in blue, quietly enjoying this fine morning on the terrace of her home. A lock of her fine dark hair fell free over one ear, its lobe bare of ear-rings this morning. The only jewellery she wore was a silver ring, my love gift from before we lived together. She looked at ease, but she was angry. `It was the son who held the office, and who abused his influence. He was never charged, though?'

`Papa had all the money,' I pointed out. `There was no financial mileage in accusing a legal minor who had not been emancipated from parental control. People who have no money of their own never get sued. The case still worked in court: Silius played it by painting a picture of a powerless junior, trapped under the authoritarian paternal thumb. The father was judged a worse character because he had subjected a weakling to his immoral influence at home.'

`Oh, a tragic victim of a bad father!' Helena scoffed. `I wonder what his mother is like?'

`She was not in court. Dutiful matron who plays no part in public affairs, I expect.'

`Knows about nothing, cares about less,' Helena growled. She believed a Roman matron's role was to take strong umbrage at her husband's failings.

`The son may have a wife of his own too.'

`Some washed-out whimpering wraith,' decided my forthright girl. `I bet she parts her hair in the middle and has a high little voice. I bet she dresses in white. I bet she faints if a slave spits ... I hate this family.'

`They may be charming.'

`Then I apologise,' Helena said. Adding viciously, `And I bet the young wife wears lots of dainty bangles - on both wrists!'

Her brothers had emptied all the food dishes so began to take more interest. `When they worked the scam,' suggested Justinus, `it probably helped that Papa received the bribes while Junior sealed the dodgy deals behind the scenes. A little separation would let them cover their tracks better.'

`Almost too well,' I told him. `I heard Silius had a hard time winning.

Helena nodded. `My father said the verdict caused surprise. Everyone was sure Metellus was as guilty as Hades, but the case had dragged on too long. It was mired in bad feeling and had lost public interest. Silius Italicus was reckoned to have bungled the prosecution and Paccius Africanus, who defended Metellus, was thought to be the better advocate.'

`He's a viper.' I remembered him going for me harshly at the trial.

`Doing his job?' asked Helena mischievously. `So why do you think Metellus was successfully convicted, Marcus?'

`He was a grubby cheat.'

`That would not have mattered.' Helena smiled drily.

СThey voted against him on technicalities.'

СSuch as?'