Two For The Lions by Lindsey Davis Read Free Book Online

Anacrites and I had noticed them when we arrived. Now I strolled out there, to find them still at work, presumably not having heard about Leonidas' fate. The nearest, a young, fit, dark-skinned lad with a fine bare torso, strong legs and a keen eye, completed a magnificent throw Applauding, I waved to him and when he came over politely I told him about the lion's death. His companions all joined us, apparently in a different, more helpful mood than those in the palaestra. I repeated my question about whether any of them had seen anything.
    The first fellow introduced himself as Iddibal and told me they avoided close contact with the animals. "If we get to know them, it becomes hard to chase them down in the mock hunts."
    "I noticed your keeper, Buxus, treated Leonidas as more of a friend, almost a pet."
    "He could afford to get fond of him; Leonidas was meant to come home from the arena every time."
    "Sent back standing," another agreed, using the gladiators' term for reprieve.
    "Yes, Leonidas was different!" Grins were being exchanged.
    "What am I missing?" I asked.
    After a few seconds looking embarrassed, Iddibal said, "Calliopus bought him by mistake. The lion was passed off to him as a brand-new import, fresh from North Africa, but then as soon as the money had changed hands someone whispered to Calliopus that Leonidas had been specially trained. It made him useless for the hunts. Calliopus was furious. He tried to pass him on to Saturninus--he's in the same business--but Saturninus found out in time and backed out of the deal."
    "Specially trained? You mean, to eat men? Why was Calliopus furious? Is a trained lion less valuable?"
    "Calliopus has to house and feed him but he only receives the standard state fee every time the lion is used against criminals'
    "Not a very big fee?"
    "You know the government."
    "I do!" They paid me. They tried to keep the fees for that as small as possible too.
    "For the hunts he stages," Iddibal explained, "Calliopus puts in a tender, based on the spectacles he can offer at the time. He's in competition with the other lanistae, and the outcome depends on who promises the best show. With a good full grown lion as the centrepiece, his bid for the venatio would have been very attractive." I noticed Iddibal was talking with quite an air of authority. "The crowd loves seeing us go after a decent big cat and Calliopus doesn't often have one. He uses a lousy agent."
    "To catch his beasts?"
    Iddibal nodded, then fell silent as if he felt he had gone too far.
    "Do you have much to do with the procurement side?" I asked him.
    The others were prodding him teasingly; maybe they thought he had sounded off too much like an expert. "Oh I'm just one of the boys who spears them," he smiled. "We go after whatever we're given."
    I looked around the group. "I suppose nobody's been indulging in a spot of off duty target practice using Leonidas?"
    "Oh no," they said, with the kind of assurance that never quite rings true.
    I did not seriously suppose they would risk annoying Calliopus by damaging the lion. Even if Leonidas only brought in official fees, a working executioner was still better than a dead one, at least until the lanista had recouped his original purchase price. Anyway there must be cachet for Calliopus in owning the beast who destroyed the most notorious criminals. The forthcoming punishment of Thurius, the murderer, was attracting much public interest. And Calliopus did seem genuinely upset to lose Leonidas; that was why I felt so troubled that he was pretending the death was unexceptional.
    Whatever else I might have extracted from these gladiators was forestalled. Calliopus himself arrived, presumably to tell the men to button up, just as he had obviously told their colleagues in the palaestra. Rather than have a confrontation at that point, I nodded to him and left, casually taking with me one of the training spears.
    I made my way swiftly back to the cage where the lion lay. Since the door