Fields of Blood h-2

by Ben Kane

  ‘Trying to, anyway. Mago’s a busy man, but Sapho’s been persistent. I’ll give him that,’ Bostar added.

  ‘Always wants to be the best, doesn’t he? Be the most popular. Yet it always seems to come back and bite him in the arse.’

  ‘Until now,’ added Bostar. ‘Mago was impressed with us both at the Trebia, but it was Sapho who sought him out afterwards. He’s been doing so ever since.’

  ‘Why didn’t you do the same?’

  A phhhh of contempt. ‘Not my way, brother, you know that.’

  There was a chorus of barks and excited shouts from off to their right. The pair exchanged a look. ‘That sounds promising,’ said Hanno, grinning.

  ‘It does, but we have to keep our place in the line, or anything that comes this way will get away.’

  Hanno grimaced, because it was true. ‘Will we see any damn game?’

  ‘Trust in the gods, little brother,’ advised Bostar, ducking under a low branch.

  ‘Watch whom you call “little”,’ warned Hanno, but there was none of the anger in his voice that there would have been had it been Sapho who’d uttered the words. Somehow Bostar’s affection for him always came through, whereas with his oldest brother there was a constant sense that Sapho wanted to dominate him. Why couldn’t Sapho be more like Bostar? he wondered sadly.

  They rode past a holm oak that had been struck by lightning. Its blackened trunk and branches were a stark contrast to the greenery of its companions all around. It reminded Hanno of a corpse left among the living. ‘Do you trust Sapho?’ he asked, before he could rein in the words.

  Bostar’s head turned. ‘Do I trust Sapho?’

  Shit, I should have kept my mouth shut, Hanno thought, but the words could not be unsaid. He decided to brazen it out, make light of it. ‘Yes.’

  ‘That’s an odd question.’

  Hanno was going to blurt that it was about a wager he’d won against Sapho, which his brother was refusing to pay, but he managed to stop himself. There was nothing like silence to give a man room to speak, indeed to put pressure on him to do so.

  ‘Are you asking because you know he and I don’t get on?’

  ‘No,’ replied Hanno, squirming a little beneath Bostar’s gimlet stare. ‘It’s because of something that happened.’

  ‘What?’

  This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, Hanno thought angrily. He’d wanted Bostar to reveal his thoughts first. ‘It was probably nothing,’ he began.

  A frenzy of barks and growls interrupted. Men roared excitedly; a horse whinnied. They heard the sound of something heavy thrashing off up the slope to their right. Curses followed it. A series of shouted conversations between those strung out along the line, and then they heard Zamar yell, ‘Keep moving!’

  ‘Whatever it was got away,’ observed Bostar.

  ‘There’s hope for us yet,’ said Hanno brightly, hoping that his brother would not enquire further.

  No such luck.

  ‘What happened then?’ asked Bostar.

  ‘When?’ replied Hanno casually.

  ‘Don’t be all coy with me. You know exactly what I mean!’

  Hanno could see by the cut of Bostar’s jaw that he wouldn’t be fobbed off. Praying that he hadn’t made a big mistake, he related the tale of his passage across the swamps with Sapho, and of how he’d fallen into the pool. Bostar chortled a little at that, but the fierce concentration on his face didn’t waver. ‘Sapho’s expression was so fleeting that I told myself I’d imagined it. I put it from my mind,’ said Hanno. ‘But I remembered it a few months ago, when I got back from patrol.’

  ‘Why?’

  Gods, he was going to have to reveal how he’d deserted his command. Hanno could feel his cheeks reddening, could sense Bostar’s interest growing. He kneed his horse forward, avoiding his brother’s gaze. ‘I have no idea how, but he knew about me, em, leaving my unit for a short time.’

  A heartbeat’s shocked silence. Then: ‘Leaving your unit?’

  Hanno cast an embarrassed look at Bostar. ‘I left Mutt in charge for three days while I travelled to Capua and back on my own.’

  ‘In all the gods’ names, why? Do you want Hannibal to have you executed?’

  Hanno dared say nothing.

  ‘What madness possessed you to do something so stupid?’ Bostar glowered at him; again Hanno did not reply.

  ‘You’re no traitor, clearly. With other men, I’d have said the most likely reason was to find a woman for a night or two, but it’s not in your nature to desert because of that.’ Bostar’s eyes narrowed. ‘You were enslaved near Capua, weren’t you?’

  ‘Yes,’ mumbled Hanno unwillingly.

  ‘You went back to see someone you knew! Yet the man — Quintus? — whom you freed at the Trebia won’t have been there. If he’s not dead, he’ll still be in the army. The same will apply to his father.’ The shortest of pauses. ‘His sister. You must have gone back to see his sister!’

  Hanno shook his head in guilty agreement.

  ‘You stupid bastard, Hanno. What if one of your men ratted you out on this? Did you not think of that?’

  ‘Mutt was sure no one would say a word. I believed him.’

  ‘Yet one must have spoken to Sapho, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation.’

  ‘You’re right,’ said Hanno miserably.

  ‘Best make sure that you look after your soldiers in future. If Hannibal discovers that you’ve been consorting with the enemy, you’d be executed on the spot,’ warned Bostar. He saw Hanno’s expression. ‘I suppose you know that already. What did Sapho say about it? Did he realise that you’d been to see Quintus’ sister?’

  ‘No. He thought I’d been off to find a whorehouse. I didn’t persuade him otherwise.’

  ‘A wise move.’

  Hanno seized on the comment. ‘So you don’t trust him then?’

  Bostar’s eyes met his without wavering. ‘No, I don’t.’

  Relief — and a little fear — suffused Hanno. ‘Why not?’

  ‘Finish your story first.’

  ‘There’s not much more to say. He went on about how dangerous what I’d done had been — the inference being that the danger wasn’t just from the Romans, but Hannibal too. I challenged him, and he laughed it off as a joke. Yet it didn’t damn well feel like one at the time. All I could remember was what happened when Hannibal found out that I’d let Quintus and his father go. Do you remember?’

  ‘Of course,’ replied Bostar grimly. ‘Who could forget a man standing by while his two brothers were under threat of crucifixion?’

  ‘He denied it at the time, and I believed him. But then there was the incident at the swamp. What Sapho said when I came back from patrol really made me wonder if he hates me. Why else would he even pretend to threaten that he’d tell Hannibal about what I’d done?’ He eyed Bostar sidelong, and felt reassured by his thoughtful expression. ‘That’s everything.’

  There was a prolonged silence, which Hanno did not attempt to break.

  Finally, Bostar let out a long sigh. ‘I never thought I would ever tell a living soul about what passed between me and him in the Alps. Now it seems I must.’

  ‘Was it something like me falling into the swamp pool?’

  ‘It was even worse than that. I was blown over a precipice in a storm. Luckily, I broke my fall by grabbing a jutting branch just below the cliff edge. Sapho saw what happened. He didn’t rush to my aid, even though the branch was about to give way. When it did, I tried to jump up to safety. He grabbed me then, which saved my life.’

  ‘Gods above!’ cried Hanno, horrified. ‘Why did he not act before?’

  ‘I don’t know. When he did, it was out of instinct,’ replied Bostar. ‘Yet I’m certain that if I’d fallen a few heartbeats earlier, he would have just watched me go. The dog couldn’t say why he hadn’t moved the instant I fell. He didn’t have an answer either when I accused him of being glad that you’d vanished.’

  ‘Why would he have felt like
that? Apart from the fact that we always argued, I mean.’

  ‘I was in Iberia at the time. With you gone too, he’d had Father’s attention all to himself.’

  A deep sadness flowed through Hanno. The conversation had made him remember Mutt’s unhappiness with Sapho’s refusal to let him recross the river during their combined patrol. Maybe he hadn’t just been following Hannibal’s orders to the letter? Maybe he’d been pleased that Hanno was presumed dead?

  ‘What is it?’

  In a low voice, he told Bostar, who shook his head sadly. ‘You or I would have acted in the same way, but our anguish would have been plain to Mutt. I think that Sapho’s reaction intimates that he felt differently.’

  Bostar’s logic was hard to argue with. Hanno let out a heavy sigh. ‘What has he become?’

  ‘A man driven by fierce ambition. That’s the only thing that makes sense to me.’

  Hanno nodded in agreement. ‘What did you say after he’d rescued you?’

  ‘That I would repay the debt. From that moment onwards, however, he’d be dead to me. I swore not to tell Father. I’ve kept my word too.’ A smile quirked Bostar’s lips. ‘But I said nothing about not telling you.’

  ‘You should have told me sooner!’

  ‘I could say the same to you. Naïvely, I thought it was possible that you and he could have a better relationship — as long as he didn’t try the same shit with you as he did with me.’ A cloud passed over Bostar’s face. ‘I should have known that he was capable of it after the ambush at the Trebia.’

  ‘No man likes to think that his brother is capable of such things,’ said Hanno. ‘I was ashamed even to contemplate it.’

  ‘What if Sapho had let you die in the swamp?’ Bostar’s tone was anguished.

  ‘He didn’t. And, like you, I won’t ever let something like that happen again,’ replied Hanno firmly, trying to ignore the sorrow welling in his heart. ‘I’ll always be on the alert from now on.’

  ‘Who’d have thought it, eh?’ Bostar’s face mirrored Hanno’s unhappiness. ‘That we’d have a brother so treacherous?’

  ‘I never imagined it could come to this. What if we went to Father?’

  ‘There’s no point. Father loves him, as he does us. I don’t think he’d really hear what we had to say, especially without evidence. If he was challenged, Sapho would deny everything.’

  ‘It would be our word against his,’ mused Hanno. ‘With neither side able to prove the other wrong.’

  They digested the bitter reality of the situation in silence.

  ‘And you’re sure it’s ambition that makes him do it?’ asked Hanno, still trying to understand.

  ‘Yes. From when we were small, Sapho always wanted to be the best. Being the oldest, he was better at everything — at least until we both reached manhood. I can remember how angry he was the first time I beat him in a foot race. It was a one-off, he said, but then I did it again. Not long after, I began to do better than him during our officer training. He grew so jealous then; in retrospect, I wonder if that was the time he began to be harder on you.’

  ‘Maybe. I can scarcely remember a time from my childhood when he didn’t lord it over me.’

  ‘Once the war started, I think he transferred his need for approval from Father on to Hannibal. During the siege of Saguntum, I happened to save our general’s life quite by chance. It felt as if Sapho hated me for that. I think his need to be recognised is what’s driven him since. Getting close to Mago is just another way to try and win Hannibal’s approval.’

  ‘Do we mean nothing to him then?’ growled Hanno. ‘Or does he just tolerate us as long as we don’t block his path to glory?’

  ‘I don’t know how his mind works,’ said Bostar heavily. ‘But I suspect the latter. Whatever the reason, neither of us can trust him. We must watch our backs; keep our mouths shut; obey our orders. There must be no more foolhardy escapades to Capua. If your actions became public knowledge, Hannibal would have to make an example of you — and he would. I doubt that he’d like the fact that Sapho had been the one to inform on his brother, but that wouldn’t stop him.’

  They exchanged a grim look.

  Real grief gripped Hanno, but not just because of Sapho. It felt as if his chances of ever seeing Aurelia again had just slid off a cliff edge into oblivion. He’d known his dream of being reunited was a fantasy, yet, for all that, it had given him some succour. No longer. ‘Very well,’ he said firmly. ‘I will not try to visit Capua again.’

  ‘Good.’ Bostar seemed relieved. He aimed his spear up the slope. ‘Let’s find ourselves some game to kill. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough misery for today. It’s time for some sport.’

  ‘Agreed.’ Yet as Hanno kneed his horse onwards, there was no denying the feeling of loss in his heart. It was as if he now had only one brother, not two. It wasn’t a true bereavement, but it felt similar to one. So too did the pain of knowing once and for all that he and his life were totally incompatible with Aurelia and hers. The best he could do, Hanno thought with a fond glance at Bostar, was to appreciate the relationships that he had. He offered up an ardent prayer to Baal Hammon, Tanit and Eshmoun. Watch over my brother and father, I beg you. Keep them safe. They are all I have.

  He left out Sapho.

  Chapter XVI

  North of Capua, two months later. .

  ‘I’m not sure that this is a good idea.’ Lucius’ voice came from outside the litter.

  Aurelia’s stomach twisted, but all he saw was her widest smile as she lifted the drapes. ‘You promised me!’

  ‘In a moment of weakness. It’s midsummer now; you yourself complain about how hot it is in the middle of the day.’

  ‘That’s why we’re setting out now, before dawn,’ she replied sweetly. ‘We’ll reach Capua not long after midday. I can take a rest the instant we arrive.’

  ‘A city is the last kind of place for a woman in your state to visit,’ he grumbled. ‘Open drains. Disease. Rats. Bad vapours.’

  ‘I’ll keep away from all of those. I’m not an invalid! I’m well able to walk around, you know that. There’s so much I need to buy before the baby comes.’

  ‘A slave could do it.’

  ‘They’d forget half of it, or purchase the wrong thing. It’s far easier for me to do it. And don’t forget my mother. She will have come to Capua to see me, probably for the last time before the baby is born.’

  ‘I don’t know. Maybe you should stay behind. Your mother can always travel here. What if your labour starts early?’

  ‘That won’t happen,’ Aurelia said with a confidence she didn’t totally feel. ‘Even if it did, Capua is full of surgeons and midwives, each of whom will be as experienced as the woman who lives nearby. What better place could there be to give birth?’

  ‘It’s asking for trouble to make light of it,’ he said irritably, shifting on his horse’s back. ‘Don’t you know how many babies and women die during childbirth?’

  He can’t help himself, mentioning the child before me, thought Aurelia, fighting back bitterness. Since she had told him of her pregnancy, his attitude towards her had utterly changed. True, she no longer had to endure his advances — her mother had been right about that — but much of the time, it was as if Lucius now viewed her as nothing more than a vehicle to carry his son to term. To bring that up, however, would be pointless and might further endanger her chances of winning this argument. ‘Yes, husband. I meant no disrespect,’ she said meekly. ‘But I offered a lamb to Ceres yesterday. The soothsayer could find no reason in the entrails for me not to go to Capua.’

  Defeated by the divine, Lucius gave a reluctant nod. ‘Very well. We had best leave now then. I want to be far down the road when the sun comes up.’

  ‘Of course, husband.’ Aurelia concealed her satisfaction until the drape had fallen back into place. Without doubt, this would be her last chance before the birth to enjoy the sights of Capua. A long period of time on Lucius’ family estate had given her a
n even greater appreciation of the city’s attractions. Its baths, theatres and good shops beckoned in her mind. There was the prospect of seeing her mother away from her new home; of calling on Martialis; there was a possibility, albeit remote, of seeing Gaius there. The list of things she wanted to do was endless. Once the baby was born, all chance of doing such things would vanish for many months. It was worrying how close the door of opportunity had come to closing. Aurelia gave thanks to Fides for making Lucius keep his word.

  As the litter was lifted into the air by a quartet of Lucius’ strongest slaves, she settled back on to the soft cushions and made herself as comfortable as possible. Rising so early didn’t suit her in her current condition. She had grown used to dozing until midmorning. A nap now would help to prevent her feeling too fatigued later. Rocked by the swaying motion of the litter and the murmur of conversation between Lucius and Statilius, it wasn’t long before her eyelids began to droop. Phanes’ image briefly crossed her mind, but she was able to push it away. Lucius’ tactic had worked. Her mother’s most recent letter mentioned how the moneylender had unexpectedly reduced the amount demanded each month. Atia had no idea why, but things were much easier as a result. Content that all was well, Aurelia fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  Apart from a brief stop to eat a little food, the party — Lucius, Aurelia, Elira, Statilius and a dozen other slaves — travelled without pause, reaching Capua not long after the sun had reached its zenith. The loud churring of the cicadas that had accompanied them all the way was finally drowned out as they passed beneath one of the six stone gateways that gave access to the city. Inside the walls, the air was still and hot. Here the sun could concentrate its attention on the narrow streets that were lined on either side by buildings several storeys high. The temperature in the litter, which had been increasing steadily, rose to unbearable levels. Aurelia was glad to reach Lucius’ city house, a spacious affair with a grand courtyard full of shade and pattering fountains. While he met with clients who wanted his patronage, she spent the rest of the afternoon reclining there, fanned by two slaves with palm branches and sipping cool juices brought to her by Elira.