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Elodie Harper

THE WOLF DEN

To my brother and my sisters by birth and marriage, Eugenie, Ruth and Tom, with all my love

Authors note

The Lupanar in Pompeii had two meanings for the Romans both brothel and den of wolves, just as the word Lupa could mean both prostitute or she-wolf.

AD 74

FEBRUARIUS

1

Baths, wine and sex make fate come faster.

Roman maxim

She holds her hands up as if in prayer, steam evaporating from her skin. The water laps at her neck as she lies back into its warmth. Laughter and female voices surround her, a confusion of sound echoing off the stone. She filters it out, focusing on her fingers, turning them, watching the water drip down, the steam rise. They could be anybodys hands, she thinks, they could belong to anybody. But they belong to Felix.

Then anothers fingers interlock with hers, breaking her reverie. Victoria drags her upwards, out of the water.

Amara! Youre getting your hair wet! You cant lie back like that! Victorias nails pinch her skin as she tries to revive the curls now plastered to Amaras shoulders. Theyre like rats tails. What were you thinking?

Anxiety surges through her. So much rests on this afternoon; she cannot believe her own thoughtlessness. I dont know, I

It doesnt look so bad. Amara turns to face Dido who has slid over to join them, a slight frown on her gentle face. You can hardly notice.

The men arent here for hair anyway. Its a less friendly voice this time. Drauca, Simos most valuable woman, is watching them from across the narrow pool. She rises up out of the water, lifting her arms, and sways. The dark waves of her own hair glisten like a ravens plumage. Behind her, through the curved windows, the sea looks flat and grey. Its impossible not to stare. Amara thinks of the statue of Helen of Troy back in Aphidnai, back when she had another name, another life.

Venus Pompeiana! Victoria gasps, grabbing Amara in exaggerated astonishment. The goddess walks among us! Oh, shield my eyes from such glory! Drauca scowls, dropping her arms with a splash. Victoria laughs. As if nobody else here has a pair of tits, she says. Though not loud enough for Drauca to hear.

She is beautiful though, Dido says, still staring at their rival. And shes been here before, hasnt she? Maybe the men will prefer her, maybe

Apart from Drauca, what do they have that we dont? Victoria interrupts, casting a scathing look at Draucas three companions. They are taking up most of the pool, splashing about with theatrical laughter, more posed than playful. You can tell theyre all barmaids. Maria has arms like a litter-bearer.

Amara isnt sure they have the right to sneer, given their own lowly status as brothel whores. She-wolves. A familiar knot tightens in her stomach. I wonder what the men will be like, she says.

Theyll be But Victoria doesnt finish her thought, something behind Amara has caught her attention. Hey! she calls. Let go! Let go of her! She starts wading through the water towards an old woman who is pulling at Cressas arm, trying to drag her out of the pool. Victoria stares up at the woman as she successfully hauls a dripping Cressa out onto the side.

The woman leans down and points a gnarled finger in Victorias face. Felix? You Felix? Nobody replies. The stranger looks at them all, grouped together. Beronice has swum over too, mouth slightly open in surprise. Felix whores out! The old woman says impatiently, waving her hand towards the door, motioning for them to leave. Cressa tries to remonstrate, but the old woman pushes her backwards. Simos women have stopped splashing and laughing. Amara senses rather than sees that they are all at the far side of the pool. Felix whores out now, the woman repeats, jabbing her finger at each of them in turn. When no one moves she grabs Amaras arm. Out! Out! she shrieks. Get out now!

Stone scrapes Amaras skin as the old woman yanks her against the side of the pool. Hard fingers dig into the soft flesh of her upper arm with a grip thats surprisingly strong. She pushes herself up onto the hot tiles, shaking herself free. The woman continues shouting, threatening to call Vibo if they dont move quickly. The mention of the bath managers name finally convinces them. Felixs women clamber naked out of the water and hurry through to the next room, shivering at the sudden plunge in lighting and temperature. A cascade splashes down into the cold pool, the noise competing with the old womans shouts to hurry. Amara clutches at the bright blue wall to steady herself, trying not to lose her footing, squeezing against paintings of sea creatures, the open mouth of a fish huge by her face as she passes.

Victoria is the only one of the five still arguing when they arrive at the baths changing rooms. They didnt come in this way. Rows of polished wooden lockers are topped by paintings of lovers indulging in every possible sexual position. The womens clothes have been dumped in a heap on the floor.

Hurry, hurry! their tormentor demands, throwing a cloak at Beronice who still looks as stupefied as she did in the pool. Amara needs no further encouragement. She bends down and begins rifling through the mass of material, handing a yellow toga to Dido who is shivering badly, perhaps as much from fear as cold. Dido is new to slavery, and every indignity seems to hit her like a knife to the heart. Victoria is the only one who doesnt rush. She is still fastening her toga long after everybody else is dressed, gazing at the old woman with pure hate. When Victoria finally looks away, Amara sees the woman make the sign of the evil eye.

A final poke with the bony finger between the shoulder blades and Amara and the other women are bundled outside into the baths private courtyard. Drizzle hits their faces, and the wind from the sea is cold. They stand in a huddle, already damp beneath their togas and cloaks. Amara glances around, surprised they are alone, then notices two men sheltering under the colonnade, a pair of incongruous, hulking shapes against the walls painted nymphs and roses. One of the men strides over, face thunderous. Its Thraso, Felixs steward.

Whats this? Whats happened? His hands are balled up, ready to fight. Amara steps back. She knows how hard those fists can fall.

Better ask him, Amara says, pointing at the other man left standing in the shadows. Isnt he with Simo?

Somebody double-crossed Felix, Victoria adds, as Thraso swivels round. Simos women got to stay; we were all thrown out before the men arrived. Bit convenient dont you think?

Thraso doesnt wait to hear more. He charges across the yard, swinging at the other mans head. Balbus! Ill fucking kill you! You fucking liar!

Balbus dodges, missing the full force of Thrasos punch, though he still catches a blow to his ear, making him stagger. Thraso grabs the mans shoulders, smashing his skull into Balbuss nose. Balbus roars, breaking free, clutching his bloodied face. Thraso attacks him again, and the two men fall to the ground, throwing punches, biting and screaming. The women watch, unsure what to do.

Felix isnt going to like this, Beronice says, stating the obvious.

Amara glances sidelong at Victoria, hoping for a sarcastic remark, but Victoria looks away.

Theres a commotion from the doorway. A group of male slaves rush out, forcing the women to scramble aside. They run over to the brawling pair, trying to intervene, one taking a kick in the face. Vibo, the bath manager, comes out next, huffing, his portly figure swathed in a green toga. He manhandles Cressa out of his path in his haste to reach the fight.

Enough! he shouts. Or you will answer to your masters for disobedience!

The two men finally roll apart. Thraso is the first to stand, Balbus has to be helped to his feet by two slaves.

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