‘Please.’ Claudia smiled. They obeyed. She confronted the two she thought of as the Sulkers, who stood, hands hanging down, glancing fearfully at her from under their eyebrows. She noticed the slight bulge in both their tunics which they only drew attention to by trying to pull their cloaks over. ‘Please,’ Claudia demanded, stretching out a hand, ‘let me see what you have.’

The Sulkers shuffled their feet; Claudia snapped her fingers. The Sulkers shrugged, threw back their cloaks, and pulled up tunics to reveal hairy stomachs. Each drew out a beautiful ivory statue of the goddess Juno, dressed in the Greek fashion, standing upon a small hillock with a rose bush entwined around her ankles, in one hand a rod of lightning, in the other a cluster of grapes. Claudia balanced both figurines in her hands and stared round the group. Burrus gazed at her open-mouthed. The rest were staring up at the sky as if they were seeing it for the first time. The two Sulkers sank to their knees and put their faces in their hands, a gesture of their tribe, a plea for mercy.

‘What is this? What is this?’ The mercenaries stood aside as Gaius Tullius and a group of household officers came walking along the colonnade. They were not dressed in uniform but wore plain tunics over rather baggy breeches, sandal boots on their feet. Gaius carried a sword belt over his shoulder. The mercenaries became alarmed. There was little love between the regular army and what they scornfully termed the ‘auxiliaries’. ‘What is this?’ Gaius repeated, forcing his way through the throng, his handsome face all tense, eyes watchful.

Claudia heard the scrape of steel as his companions drew their swords. One of the mercenaries, fearful of what was to happen, went for the dagger thrust in his belt, but Gaius smacked his hand away.

‘You have no authority to draw your swords here. Claudia?’ Gaius turned and stared down at the figurines she was holding. ‘I see.’ He took one of the statues out of her hands, turned and pushed it under Burrus’s nose. ‘Shall I tell you the penalty for theft from an imperial palace? Forty-nine lashes of the whip and possible crucifixion. I want the culprits!’

‘Captain, Captain.’

Gaius turned.

‘Yes, Claudia?’

‘I think you’ve made a mistake.’ Claudia deliberately spoke slowly so the Germans would understand her and not intervene. ‘These gentlemen were on patrol in the grounds. They found these figurines peeping out from beneath a bush, picked them up and brought them to me so I could find their rightful owner.’

‘Could you show me this bush?’

‘Captain,’ Claudia fluttered her eyelids, ‘you’re not trying to say I’m a liar? After all, you have the proof. I was holding the figurines, not them. And I certainly haven’t stolen them. I can prove my movements this morning. But if. .’

‘Of course,’ Gaius replied hastily. He turned and slapped Burrus’s shoulder. ‘You are,’ he said, ‘the most fortunate of men.’ The escorts sheathed their swords, and Gaius bowed and walked away.

Once they were out of sight, the Germans crowded in round Claudia. She was squeezed and hugged, lifted up and kissed on each cheek. She felt as if she had been taken over by a very friendly family of bears. The Germans grunted with pleasure. Some were laughing quietly, trying to hide their mirth, though the tears streamed down their cheeks. Burrus grabbed her by the shoulder and led her out of the colonnade and into the shadow of some very gnarled olive trees, part of an ancient grove included in the gardens when the villa was first built. Once they were away from the public gaze, he stood, hands on Claudia’s shoulders, beaming down at her. Then he spoke rapidly in German over his shoulder. The two Sulkers came forward one at a time, and each knelt at Claudia’s feet and, taking her hands, clasped them while they recited some oath, faces all solemn, eyes gleaming.

‘They are now yours,’ Burrus translated, ‘in peace and war. Blood and fire will be no deterrent. You’ve just acquired two brothers, Claudia.’

She stared down at these new additions to her family, smiled and whispered her thanks. Once again the horde closed in for further communal squeezing. Claudia, breathless and feeling rather bruised, thrust the figurines into Burrus’s hands.

‘For the love of life,’ she swore an oath Burrus used, ‘take these bloody things back to where you found them and never, never do that again.’ She held his gaze. ‘Now you can do me a favour. I want you to come to the cellar where the Holy Sword hung.’

They all followed her obediently along the colonnade, out across the gardens, through the peristyle court and down the steps leading to the cellar. At the bottom they would go no further but stood like children chattering amongst themselves. Burrus explained they still regarded the cellar as a sacred precinct haunted by Christian spirits.

‘Very well,’ Claudia sighed. ‘The rest of you brutes go back to the peristyle. Burrus, I want the two guards who were on duty the day the sword disappeared.’ Burrus rapped out orders. For a while there was confusion. The Germans didn’t really want to leave; they were quite fascinated by this wily little creature with the face of one of their wood elves who had managed to trick a powerful officer and so rescue two of their comrades. Nevertheless, after Burrus had shouted and slapped a few, they shuffled back up the steps. Claudia was not surprised that the two guards left were the Sulkers. They stood looking rather embarrassed, one staring at the wall as if fascinated by the brickwork, the other gazing at the floor as if he had lost something precious.

‘Burrus,’ Claudia tugged at the mercenary’s cloak, ‘did you take the sword?’

He replied in a flurry of oaths, which his companions repeated.

‘Very well,’ Claudia declared. ‘Show me what happened that day.’

The two guards took up position either side of the door, squatting down on their haunches. Burrus showed how Timothaeus had inserted his key and so had he.

‘And you’re sure the door was locked?’ Claudia asked.

Burrus grunted a yes.

‘Now the door swings open.’ Claudia noticed the two Sulkers didn’t move, but Burrus jumped away as if someone was lurking in the darkness beyond. She went inside, and heard the door close behind her. She opened it and went back outside.

‘Are you sure that happened? I mean, the door was closed?’

Burrus agreed.

‘Did Timothaeus carry a lamp?’

‘Oh yes,’ the German retorted, using his hands to describe it. ‘One of those lantern horns.’

‘I see. Fetch me one.’

The mercenary Captain hurried off and came back with a large lantern horn, its frame made of bronze, the four sides hard sheets of polished vellum. Claudia opened the latch; inside, an oil lamp was fixed to the centre. One of the guards brought a tinder, the lamp was lit and Claudia returned to the cellar. She picked up one of the stools, sat by the edge of the circle of sand and stared up at the empty hook. She closed her eyes. Timothaeus came in here, she thought, he fainted. She opened her eyes and dug her hand deep in the sand. What had happened? How had that sword disappeared?

‘Burrus,’ she called. The German wouldn’t answer, so Claudia went out. She asked if the cellar had been thoroughly searched after the theft. Burrus nodded.

‘I think so, but it was obvious the sword had gone.’

‘But had it?’ Claudia asked. Whilst sitting in the cellar, the seed of a new idea had taken root.

Chapter 6

Claudia left the cellar and returned to the peristyle gardens. She watched servants pruning the luxuriant rose bushes which grew along a trellis dividing the lawn from the shady colonnade. A slave came and asked her if she wanted anything from the kitchen. Claudia smiled her thanks. A short while later another slave appeared bearing a tray with a well-stocked platter of smoked fish and vine leaves, savoury barley, eggs poached in wine, and a slice of cheese and pastry pie, as well as two goblets of white wine.