The Emperor Series Books 1-5. Conn Iggulden
Чтение книги онлайн.
Читать онлайн книгу The Emperor Series Books 1-5 - Conn Iggulden страница 101
Название: The Emperor Series Books 1-5
Автор: Conn Iggulden
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9780007552405
isbn:
Julius glanced at him. Up close, he saw the man had been brutally tortured. His face was swollen and twisted and his fingers had been broken, jutting at obscene angles. Trembling shook the man’s body and Julius guessed he was trying not to lose what little control he had left.
‘Cut his bonds,’ he ordered and helped the prisoner to his feet as he came free, noting how unsteady he was. One of the man’s hands touched the arm of the chair and he gave out a moan of agony, his eyes rolling up in his head for a second before he steadied under Julius’ grip.
‘Who are you?’ Julius said, wondering what they were going to do with the man.
‘Governor Paulus. You might say … this is my fort.’ The man closed his eyes as he spoke, overwhelmed by exhaustion and relief. Julius saw his courage and felt a touch of respect.
‘Not yet it isn’t, sir,’ Julius replied. ‘There’s a lot of fighting above and we have to get back to it. I suggest we find you somewhere safe to wait it out. You don’t look quite up to joining in.’
In fact the man looked bloodless, his skin slack and grey. He was about fifty years old with heavy shoulders and a sagging stomach. He might once have been a warrior, Julius judged, but time and soft living had taken his strength, at least of the body.
The governor stood straighter, the effort of will obvious.
‘I’ll go with you as far as I can. My hands are smashed, so I can’t fight, but I want to get out of this stinking pest-hole, at least.’
Julius nodded quickly, signalling to two of the men.
‘Take his arms, gently, carry him if you have to. We must get back to help Gaditicus.’
With that, Julius was clattering up the steps, his mind already on the battle above.
‘Come on, sir. Lean on my shoulder,’ said one of the last pair as he took the weight. The governor cried out as his broken hands moved, then gritted his teeth against the pain.
‘Get me out quickly,’ he ordered curtly. ‘Who was the officer who freed me?’
‘That was Caesar, sir,’ the soldier replied as they began the slow trip. By the end of the first flight of stairs, the pain had forced the governor into unconsciousness and they were able to go much faster.
Sulla smiled and drank deeply from a silver goblet. His cheeks were flushed with the effects of the wine and his eyes frightened Cornelia as she sat on the couch he had provided.
His men had collected her in the heat of the afternoon, when she felt the heaviness of her pregnancy most painfully. She tried to hide her discomfort and fear of the Dictator of Rome, but her hands shook slightly on the lip of the cup of cool white wine he had offered her. She sipped sparingly to please him, wanting nothing more than to be out of his gilded chambers and back in the safety of her own home.
His eyes watched her every move and she could not hold the gaze as the silence stretched between them.
‘Are you comfortable?’ he asked, and there was a slurred edge to his words that sent a thrill of panic coursing through her.
Be calm, she told herself. The child will feel your fear. Think of Julius. He would want you to be strong.
When she spoke, her voice was almost steady.
‘Your men have thought of everything. They were very courteous to me, though they did not say why you desired my presence.’
‘Desired? What a strange choice of word,’ he replied softly. ‘Most men would never use the word for a woman, what, weeks from giving birth?’
Cornelia looked at him blankly and he emptied his cup, smacking his lips together with pleasure. He rose from his seat without warning, turning his back to her as he refilled his cup from an amphora, letting the stopper fall and roll on the marble floor unheeded.
She watched it spiral and come to rest, as if hypnotised. As it became still, he spoke again, his voice languid and intimate.
‘I have heard that a woman is never more beautiful than when she is pregnant, but that is not always true, is it?’
He stepped closer to her, gesturing with the cup as he spoke, slopping drops over the rim.
‘I … do not know, sir, it …’
‘Oh, I have seen them. Rat-haired heifers that amble and bellow, their skin blotched and sweating. Common women, of common stock, whereas the true Roman lady, well …’
He pressed even closer to her and it was all she could do not to pull away from him. There was a glitter to his eyes and suddenly she thought of screaming, but who would come? Who would dare come?
‘The Roman lady is a ripe fruit, her skin glowing, her hair shining and lustrous.’
His voice was a husky murmur, and as he spoke he reached out and pressed his hand against the swelling of the child.
‘Please …’ she whispered, but he seemed not to hear. His hand trailed over her, feeling the heavy roundness.
‘Ah, yes, you have that beauty, Cornelia.’
‘Please, I am tired. I would like to go home now. My husband …’
‘Julius? A very undisciplined young man. He refused to give you up, did you know? I can see why, now.’
His fingers reached up to her breasts. Swollen and painful as they were at this late stage, they were held only loosely in the mamillare and she closed her eyes in helpless misery as she felt his hands easing over her flesh. Tears came swiftly into her eyes.
‘What a delicious weight,’ he whispered, his voice ugly with passion. Without warning, he bent and pressed his mouth on hers, shoving his fat tongue between her lips. The taste of stale wine made her gag in reflex and then he pulled away, wiping loose lips with the back of his hand.
‘Please don’t hurt the baby,’ she said, her voice breaking. Tears streamed out and the sight of them seemed to disgust Sulla. His mouth twisted in irritation and he turned away.
‘Take yourself home. Your nose is running and the moment is spoiled. There will be another time.’
He filled his cup from the amphora yet again as she left the room, her sobs almost choking her and her eyes blind with shining tears.
Julius roared as his men charged into the small yard where Gaditicus fought the last of the rebels. As his legionaries hit the rebel flank, there was instant panic in the darkness and the Romans took advantage, bodies falling quickly, ripped apart by their swords. Within seconds, there were fewer than twenty facing the legionaries and Gaditicus shouted, his voice a bellow of authority.
‘Drop СКАЧАТЬ