I don't know anything about it." That was Rhodope's constant refrain. Now Rubella decided to use the really heavy stuff. Gripping her by the arm, he marched the girl to a room where the troops had flung the bruised body of her lover. Curtly, he ordered her to look. To her credit, she managed not to scream or collapse, though she can never have seen a murdered corpse before. Tears she could not stifle ran down her cheeks, yet she braced herself as if defying us. She had lost everything. Nothing more could affect her. She stood stiffly, staring down at Theopompus, with her grand hopes all ruined. This was a very young girl, who had gone out of her depth through no real fault of her own; harassing her made the rest of us feel grimy. Her father appeared in the doorway. Shocked, Posidonius recoiled from the corpse and took his daughter in his arms. He sheltered her and perhaps she wept then; we could no longer see her face. Helena was furious with Rubella, and she told him what she thought. In the end the vigiles had to say that Rhodope could go. First, there was a brief coda. Helena looked after Rhodope while the father was re-interviewed by Rubella, asking questions about the vigilante group. Posidonius said his friends, including Geminus, were staying together down by the port. Rubella sent men to bring them in. I stuck around, in case I had to bail my father. It was more than he deserved from me; my mood darkened. Posidonius and his bereft child had gone. Helena came to see Rubella.
Tribune, I managed to make Rhodope say something, while you were speaking to her father." If Rubella was riled, he forced himself to hide it. He needed the details. Helena reported coldly. The couple were staying in a room near the Temple of Isis. Men came suddenly last night and told them they would have to part. Theopompus was hit, to keep him quiet, then he was dragged out of the house, he must have known what lay in store for him. Rhodope was simply bundled up and returned, unharmed, to her father."
Well, that's what we thought," said Rubella, seeking to escape. Helena insisted on making him hear everything. This is what you don't know. Rhodope was insistent that Theopompus knew the men who took him."
So they were not her father's friends from Rome?"
You must decide that," Helena replied quietly. Even though Rhodope's statement put them in the clear, Rubella kept the Emporium cronies at the patrol house for a long time. They were brought in, grumbling and truculent. He himself grilled them individually. You could call it being thorough and unrushed, or wasting time. I was not allowed to attend any interviews, but I eavesdropped from outside. They all said the same. Men of my father's age and temperament know how to fix an alibi. According to Pa, who was the last to be interrogated, it was all innocent. We never tracked the bastard down, and that's a fact."
What would you have done to him, had you caught him?" Rubella asked sarcastically.
Explained that he should look elsewhere for love," smirked Pa.
Posidonius was planning to give him a big payoff, though we all thought that was a big mistake."
You should have known better. You could all have ended up battered to death at the saltpans!" Rubella stormed, at his most pompous.
Is that what happened to the lad?" Pa asked meekly. Not nice!" Then I heard my father harden his tone. We didn't do it, and this is what proves it. we wouldn't have left the body where a bunch of nosy passers-by would find him straight away!" That made some sense. Rubella kicked him out. As we trundled out of the patrol house, I heard Rubella commanding tetchily. Round up the usual suspects!"
Sir, we only just got here on the Ides," Fusculus protested. It was dusk now, and nobody who went to the saltpans had had lunch.
We're new boys and don't know who is who in Ostia."
The Cilicians," Rubella enlightened him. You'll find them all named on the Cilician pirates" watch list." So there was a list. And Rubella had just confirmed that the vigiles saw Cilicians as still involved in piracy.
I would have liked to see the round-up, but I had the next-best thing. Petronius would tell me later about it. I went to dinner at his house. By the time I arrived, having gathered up my family, Pa was there as well. He had decided to move in and lumber Maia and Petro with his presence. The other friends of Posidonius were going back to Rome, their task done, or at least, rendered unnecessary by Theopompus" attackers. Maia looked momentarily flustered by the sudden influx. She was embarrassed because Privatus, who owned the house, was making one of his visits. She could hardly object if he wanted to inspect his new statue installation, the weeing Dionysus, now positioned on a new plinth in a garden pond, but although Privatus always assured them that they were welcome to treat the place as their own, and urged them to entertain as much as they liked, Maia shared my reluctance to be under too much obligation.
