Knowing the enemy," confirmed Caninus, tapping his nose.
My grand speciality. Every time we get a new bloody admiral who has only been a shore woozle until his best friend the Emperor gives him a fleet to play with, on such an ill-starred occasion, I have to do this talk for the woozle. I wear my best whites then. Sometimes I even stay sober while woozle-waffling. In between, I do it once a year for the trierarchs at their Saturnalia bash. Extremely drunk, all parties; with gestures."
At Misenum?" queried Brunnus for some reason.
No, I'm at Ravenna Brunnus, who had previously told us Caninus was from the fleet at Misenum, looked annoyed.
Tell me," I begged. Before I pass out beneath this tasteful lamp holder A hairy bronze satyr with a large willy. Privatus, who owned it, had pitiful taste. Tell me about Cilicia." Caninus gave me a deep, suspicious stare. Once again he possessed an empty goblet yet this time he refrained from filling it. Petronius supplied wine for him. I waved Petro to stop, but he refilled my cup too. I noticed that he left his own empty.
What's your interest in Cilicia, Falco?" I forced a smile. If I knew, I would not be asking for clues."
Ever been there?" Caninus demanded.
No."
Unusual for Falco," Petronius inserted loyally. This is a much travelled man. Didius Falco is a name that makes barmaids blush in wineries as far apart as Londinium and Palmyra. Say this man's name in burning Leptis Magna and, I have heard, twenty landlords will rush forwards, expecting a very large tip for hay and oats."
I think you've confused me with my brother, Petro."
Sounds like I'd like to meet your brother," said Caninus. Thank the gods he could not have an introduction; my brother, who loved deadbeats, was long dead.
I never tip for oats." I cut across the nonsense. Cilicia," I reminded Caninus.
Cilicia," he replied. Then there was a long silence, in which he did not even drink.
Cilicia, Pamphylia, Lycia. The three mobsters of the eastern seas." Caninus let an awestruck note feed into his voice. Rock-bottom countries. They are neighbours; they give shelter to each other. You will find harbours in Pamphylia which have been set up specifically for Cilician pirates" use as selling posts, and whole Lycian villages which are occupied by Cilician sailors. Cilicia itself has been for a long time the most notorious of all these hideouts. Between the mountains and the sea. The people up in the mountains claim to be entirely agricultural. Maybe they are. But there are endless small harbours on a rocky coast, ideal bases and markets, the two things pirates need."
And in these rocky docks," I suggested, live people whose ships Pompey the Great did not burn, for some reason. People who say they have turned to farming and who claim they keep ships for occasional fishing and a little light yachting in summer?"
Ships which just happen to be very fast, very light, often undecked vessels with a lot of zip," Caninus agreed drily. Every single one with a big beaked ramming prow."
Just something to hold on to as they lean out with shrimp nets!"
You're a character, Falco."
What's the word on Pompey then?" I pressed him. Caninus helped himself to one of the apples Brunnus had placed on his side table. I could not remember if it represented thrills" or death."
Pompey," he mused, chewing. We immediately knew his take on the Great One. Ambition with flippers."
I like the new definition," I murmured.
Pretty!" smirked Petronius. He shared my views on famous men.
Want my opinion of the Forty-Nine Days?"
Better define that first." I had no idea what the Forty-Nine Days were, though I was beginning to think we would be trapped here that long. Caninus sighed. Let's go back, then. It's the dying days of the old Republic and Rome is beleaguered. Pirates are skidding about all over Mare Nostrum. Our sea is their sea. Pirates are ravaging the coasts of Italy, Attacking our cities, coming right into Ostia. Anywhere low lying and prosperous was an attraction. He had suddenly changed tense, but this was not the moment for editing. The corn supply was seriously threatened. With the Rome mob raging because they were hungry, the coasts were bloody dangerous. Enough rape and death to fill a novel, and what was worse [this was their big mistake, in fact, whenever the pirates captured a notable man, they subjected him to insults."
Ouch!" cried Petronius, laughing.
So after enough high-born victims have suffered humiliation, Pompey goes out to rid the seas of the pirates," I said. And it takes him forty-nine days?"
