Bara

Flavius Aulus

Book III, Chapters 8-14

Chapter 8

Governor Gracchus was furious that Flavius had interfered with his province and arrested so many of his cronies. However the operation had started outside the province and they had simply followed the trail.

No mention was made of Scandinavian involvement and Governor Gracchus had no idea how the operation had started. The ship continued to be tracked. Once in Scandinavian waters it made another drop. A similar operation swung into action and nearly a hundred arrests were made as the smugglers were tracked.

The ship itself was stopped as it was about to leave Scandinavian waters. The main haul was discovered. The crew was arrested and the ship scuttled. Only then did news break of the cooperation between the two nations and details of various parts of the operation emerged.

The news stoked Governor Gracchus' anger further but there was little he could do. The evidence piled up against him and he was summoned to Rome. Once the investigation started it revealed other crimes from tax fraud to various swindles involving government contracts.

The Emperor phoned Flavius.

"He'll forfeit everything, including his family." he said, "That family cannot continue in that position. Any thoughts on his replacement?"

"How about Lord Dessolini, sir." Flavius suggested, "His own estates and businesses are well run. He's coming round to the new ways and Cassius will do well when he succeeds his father."

"How about Crevellio?" the Emperor asked.

"Brutus maybe but it's the father that holds the titles. He couldn't cope. Besides their affairs are still a little shaky."

"Dessolini it is then." the Emperor said, "We'll have to go through the formality of a trial to remove Gracchus but I'll tell Dessolini to use the time to consult with you and get himself organised. You're to give him full access to your team."

"Yes sir." Flavius replied.

"Dessolini is probably too proud to ask for help. Only you don't see it as a weakness. Demanding it by Imperial authority is far more noble, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes sir. It's the sort of thing I'm still learning about and trying to understand."

The Emperor chuckled, "It sounds as if you've already learnt a lot. However it's put he'll need help to sort the mess out."

For a time, Flavius enjoyed being the Governor knowing that his anti-drugs operations were proving more successful than he could have imagined. The West Quarter already showed signs of improvement. Now the Imperial Palace was involved dealing with the neighbouring province.

It proved to be a pleasure to invite Commander Svensen and his crew on a goodwill visit holding a reception in their honour. Bjorn chose to wear his boy seaman's uniform arriving as just one of the crew. It allowed Commander Svensen to be guest of honour, a gesture that impressed the crew considerably.

It was a pleasant lull where Flavius could relax without any problems. Later it seemed Johnny's birthday marked the end of the break but no one realised it at the time and it proved to be memorable in it's own right.

If his time aboard the frigate had been more arduous for Flavius, physically, then it had reinforced the notion that he could prove himself and be himself more as a slave. Consequently he was quite cheerful as he followed Jamie, dressed in a plain brown tunic, to Johnny's party.

Jamie took Flavius into a street of modest terraced houses. They boasted tiny front gardens barely deep enough for someone to stand in. Flavius guessed that the back gardens would be narrow but long with a back gate leading onto a wide alleyway. For some they were the first step from apartments and slums but for many they provided cheap, comfortable but extremely modest housing.

"You're very early, boys but come in." Johnny's mother greeted them, "Johnny's in his room trying his new games. Go on up."

Jamie turned to Flavius, "You go and help in the kitchen."

"Yes sir," Flavius said meekly, turning to Mrs Roseberry.

Mrs Roseberry looked at Flavius who thought he saw a glimmer of recognition but she looked irritated as she turned back to Jamie.

"It's OK." Jamie said, "It's Johnny's party. "No one from the palace wants to end up as guest of honour."

"Very well." she agreed, "Come through."

Mrs Roseberry seemed less certain once they were alone in the kitchen.

"Young Master Johnny says that you're worried about his position in the palace." Flavius said, "He is one of Master Jamie's friends and the only one who can cope there. If I arrived in my Governor's clothes and had been properly announced, I would expect you to curtsey and show proper respect. Dressed in this brown slave tunic my back is tingling because there's some washing up that needs doing and I'm just standing here."

Mrs Roseberry smiled, "It would be a help. I've got the kettle on. I'll make some tea or should I tell you to make it before you start on the washing up."

"That would be the better idea, ma'am." Flavius smiled in his turn, "You just work slaves hard."

A little later Mrs Roseberry was completely at ease while Flavius was happily scooping the last of the icing from a bowl, sucking it off of his fingers.

"I'm beginning to believe some of things that Johnny's said." Mrs Roseberry said, "My husband's a good man but my sister thinks that I married beneath me. Johnny's grandfather was a freed slave.

"He was always terrified that something would go wrong and he would end up a slave again and drag his family in with him. John's inherited a lot of that fear and my sister plays on it."

"May I ask?" Flavius asked, "Is your sister jealous of Johnny's friends in the palace?"

Mrs Roseberry nodded, "She's been a lot worse lately. Brendan works in City Hall. She claims that he knows provincial business and that you're fed up with Johnny making a nuisance of himself."

"His Excellency is pleased that Jamie's got a friend and the Lady Julia likes him calling her Aunt."

"He doesn't, does he?" Mrs Roseberry gasped, "His father would have a fit."

"His Excellency is more concerned that one of his officials is using provincial business for his own ends." Flavius said.

"Brendan doesn't do anything like that." Mrs Roseberry answered quickly, "Rene asks a question. Brendan says he can't answer. She says, I understand, and takes it to mean whatever she wants."

"You should hear King Æirik go on about the throwbacks in his family." Flavius laughed, "The Emperor's calls Prince Ignatius the family idiot. We've all got them."

""Why are you so interested in my family. You're welcome but all this must seem small and unimportant."

"I've been shot, broken the gangs in the West Quarter and the Emperor's talking about me commanding a task force to tackle some South American Provinces" Flavius explained, "The things I do as a slave are simpler and the results are quicker."

Flavius shuddered, feeling his back, "Sometimes they're too quick. Besides, Johnny gets upset by it all and he's a friend."

"I hope John managed to get time off." Mrs Roseberry said, "He put in for it but his foreman's a pig."

As if on cue, they heard the front door open as Mr. Roseberry arrived. He entered the kitchen, just standing and staring at Flavius still holding the bowl, taking in all the preparations.

"I'll just check on my pigeons." he said before heading for the garden.

"He's tired after a day's work and he recognised you. We'll give him time to think." Mrs Roseberry explained, "You clear the kitchen and I'll take the food through to the living room. Then you can take him out a nice cup of tea."

Flavius grinned, "It's much nicer than my other job. You know what to do. You're not waiting for me to decide."

You're a good lad." Mrs Roseberry said, "You'd be welcome here even if you didn't have that other job."

"It was the sort of compliment that always pleased Flavius because it was directed at him as a boy and not his position. He followed his instructions quietly entering the pigeon loft. He was surprised by what he found. From the outside the loft was large covering over half the garden. He had heard the pigeons cooing and flapping their wings as he approached but he had stepped into a comfortable little office with a couple of executive type chairs, a table bearing a laptop, and a tiny bar between two cupboards.

The pigeons were louder but they were separated by a dividing wall. Mr. Roseberry tried to stand but Flavius lifted his free hand.

"Not in this tunic, please sir." Flavius said, "Please relax and remain Master of your household."

"Thank you." Mr. Roseberry said, "I understand the idea of incognito. I'll carry out your wishes."

"His Excellency would thank you." Flavius said kneeling, "But you don't quite have the idea. Please just see the slave brown tunic. I'm at your service, sir."

"Er… Yes. Stand up please." Mr. Roseberry tried to instruct but he was too nervous. It sounded more like a question. Flavius still obeyed as if a centurion had rapped out a command.

"I work for your uncle, Lord Titus Aulus." Mr. Roseberry said, "I can't treat his nephew like this, let alone the governor. It's all wrong."

"If you recognise this tunic then you'll have the chance to get out of your sister-in-law's clutches. That was insolence. If he were here, my uncle would hand you the whip."

Mr. Roseberry sat staring into space for several seconds, "Supposing I told you to drop that tunic, turn round then bend over and grab your ankles, what would you say."

By answer, Flavius simply complied.

"Stand up, hands above your head." Mr. Roseberry said a little more confidently.

Still more confidently, "Turn round."

"You've been beaten fairly often, haven't you." Mr. Roseberry asked, "And not just on your back. Get dressed."

"Yes sir." Flavius replied, "Slave Flavius seems to get punished a lot. He doesn't always deserve it though."

Mr. Roseberry chuckled, visibly more relaxed, "No boy ever does. Johnny could be right about you. So what do you intend doing about Rene."

"Just go on serving if you permit. We did something similar once before. She'll probably recognise me and it should confuse her."

"Brendan and their children will. She probably won't until they mention it."

The door burst open and Johnny rushed in to greet his father.

"I didn't hear you arrive." he said, "We came down looking for Flavius and Mum told me where you were. Aren't you coming to my party, Flavius?"

"He is but we're going to have some fun with your Aunt Rene." Mr. Roseberry said, "Or do just want him to be a guest."

Johnny wrapped his arms round Flavius in a tight hug, "Just don't say anything when Jamie or me wants to be the slave."

"It's 'Jamie or I want'." Flavius corrected, wrapping his arms round Johnny, "I'd better get back to help your Mother."

A little later, Rene burst in through the back door.

"I thought that you'd need some help." she roared, "You always get so flustered when you're cooking even if it is only for some whore boy your son hangs around with. The Gods alone know what happens to him in that place."

As she spoke, she became quieter and less certain as she took in the scene. Mrs Roseberry was sitting drinking an inevitable cup of tea while Flavius scrubbed the floor.

"That's very kind of you Rene. Jamie lent me his servant and we're all done. Boy, a chair for my guest."

Flavius leapt up to obey. He held the chair while she sat before asking, "Would Madam care for a cup of tea?"

"Where's Brendan and the children?" Mrs Roseberry asked.

"They'll be along about five as you asked. Are you telling me you've had that whore boy in the house all afternoon?"

"Jamie is not a whore boy. He's Johnny's friend and he's a guest as much as you are." Mrs Roseberry said, surprised at how forcibly she had spoken.

"Really Hyacinth, don't get so worked up. We'll treat Jamie properly if you wish but you should meet some of Xavier's friends. Everyone says how polite they are and they're doing so well at school. They're not letting those slaves, that now attend, pull them down."

"Johnny was telling me. The Emperor has a thirteen year old slave for an office boy. He says that the Emperor helps the boy with his homework."

"Really!" Rene exclaimed, "You shouldn't let Johnny make up those stories. Those slave friends of his just wind him up."

"The House of Sparta has all ranks."

"Yes but the nobles just need a way to let off steam. They're not going to make friends with someone like Johnny. My Xavier is friends with the son of a very nice bank manager. That could be useful in later years. Now that Druscilla's turned fourteen, we're hoping that nice young cadet will be proposing. He's nineteen and very rich."

The front door bell rang. Flavius dutifully headed off to answer it and admit a very striking girl a few months younger than him and another girl of about twelve. The fourteen year old brushed past Flavius ignoring him though he did briefly feel her hand on his cock. The younger girl eyed him up, gasped with surprise and recognition then giggled.

"What's wrong?" Druscilla asked.

"Nothing." her sister replied, "You gave him a hard on when you felt him up."

"Druscilla." Her mother's voice shrieked, "Send that lazy lump of a slave out to Uncle John's shed. I bet Brendan and Xavier have sneaked out there."

It was crowded in the office now. John and Brendan were sitting in the chairs while Johnny, Jamie and Xavier made do with the table or a box.

"The ladies have requested your presence indoors." Flavius said formally.

"I bet they have." John said, cheerfully, "Find somewhere to sit. I'm sure you need a break from Rene by now."

Flavius nodded and grinned, "I've been hearing about Xavier's important friend, the bank manager's son."

Xavier laughed, "Evan's OK but he's a bit of a nerd. He comes round to my place to play some computer games and that's as far as it goes."

"I wish Aunt Rene wasn't spoiling everything." Johnny said, "This isn't a party. We're just hiding from her."

"Your mother was so looking forward to giving you the grown up party you wanted." John said, "Let's go in and do the best we can then I'll give you boys some money to clear off to the baths or something.

"Instead of the baths you could all come to the House of Sparta." Flavius suggested, "Xavier can invite Evan if he likes."

"Won't your Uncle be there?" Mr. Roseberry asked nervously.

"Titus will be there. He won't be anybody's uncle or boss."

"You think you've got problems. Germanicus Susitas has been going through the City Hall. I'm clean thank God but I still feel like a schoolboy reporting to the headmaster when I see him."

"Could we go?" Johnny asked, "Then you could meet all my friends."

"Including Ben and Sam?" Flavius asked, "They could meet your Aunt Julia as well."

John and Brendan looked quizzically at Johnny.

Brendan laughed, "Tell us over tea. If you can a word in edgeways."

"You serve, Flavius." Jamie said, "We'll let Johnny's mother explain who you are after we've gone."

It was a surprisingly cheerful party that sat down that afternoon. Everyone except Rene and Druscilla knew who Flavius was but somehow assumed that they did know. No one bothered mentioning it.

"Druscilla talked incessantly about how well her prospective boyfriend was doing and how he was bound to be posted to a Rome legion. He had influential friends who would guarantee his promotion.

"Jamie and I know the commander of the Praetorian guard." Johnny said, "He likes to meet officers from provinces away from Rome. I'll ask him when we talk to Gio again."

"That is very kind of you." Rene said, "If this Gio is as lazy as this boy I would think that he's already been sold on."

"We have proper connections." Druscilla preened, "Just because you've seen the man doesn't mean that you know him."

Mrs Roseberry glanced worriedly at Flavius then around the table. Everyone except Flavius seemed to be enjoying themselves and sharing some joke. Flavius was trying to remain serious but even he had the trace of a grin as he served. She could guess what the joke was but suspected that she did not know everything. She was right. Jamie had prepared a surprise.

It was sprung when the phone rang. Mr. Roseberry picked it up handing it to Johnny.

"It's Gio." he said, "Is that the boy you were talking about?"

Johnny nodded.

"Hi Gio." Johnny said into the mouthpiece, "How's life in the palace?"

The others could only hear Johnny's side of the conversation.

"Thanks. I'm eleven now."

"Just the family and Jamie at the moment. He's brought a servant who's serving us. With the food Mum's prepared it's real posh. How's Kieran?"

"Are you? Put him him on then."

"Hi Kieran. I didn't think you were allowed to take your friends in there."

"Really? I didn't think he'd remember me but it was fun when we found all those cars wasn't it."

"Hallo sir, how are you?"

"Thanks. I'm having a good time and I think it's going to get even better now. Thank you for letting me speak to Kieran and Gio. Good bye, sir."

"Who was the man you were speaking to, dear?" his mother asked.

"The Emperor." Johnny replied, "We had a weird party when we found a lot of lost cars. Remember Jamie?"

"Hyacinth, you should stop Johnny telling these ridiculous lies. He's going to get into a lot of trouble."

"I nearly forgot, Mum." Johnny cried out as he rushed from the table, returning a few moments later carrying a parcel, "I asked Julius to carve this for you. I know how much you like lions."

The package contained a beautifully carved display of a pride of lions.

"It's beautiful." she gasped, "Will you thank… Julius for me."

It's adequate." Rene muttered, "Who's Julius? A boy in a lower class at school."

"No. Prince Julius. He staying at the Provincial Palace."

"Do you really know the Imperial family?" the younger daughter asked in an awed voice.

"I didn't meet the Empress or her daughter."

"Of course you didn't. You've probably only met the others enough to serve a drink. The likes of you don't talk to nobility or royalty like that."

"Dear, you said something about letting the boys go to the baths." Mrs Roseberry interrupted, "If they leave now they'll be there in time for the evening session."

"If you've no objections, all of us menfolk have somewhere else to go including the slave."

"And where is that?" Rene asked.

"The Provincial Palace." Brendan replied, "His Excellency has invited us all to the House of Sparta. We'll be able to pass on Hyacinth's thanks to Prince Julius."

As the party split leaving the women to chat, Rene glared angrily at her sister.

"Just what is going on?" she demanded to know, "All this talk of knowing the Emperor and being invited by the Governor. I can't think why my husband's been taken in by it."

"Jamie is very close to the Governor. He'll probably be declared Companion before long." Hyacinth explained, "Anyway most of the Governor's friends are much older, well into their teens. Jamie needs friends his own age and Johnny is the only one who doesn't get swallowed up by the palace or the House of Sparta.

Anyway, I couldn't believe all of Johnny's stories until I saw who Jamie's servant was and managed to talk to him."

"I saw some resemblance to the Aulus family." Rene said, "What was he, some bastard relative?"

Hyacinth laughed, "I believe another of Johnny's stories now. He says no one ever recognises the Emperor when he's wondering around incognito. It's because pictures of him are always angled to make him taller and he's always wearing his Imperial robes in them. No one believes that he's average height and looks ordinary when he dresses down.

"You only saw the slave brown today. That lazy lump of a slave as you called him was His Excellency. He visited like that so we could get to know him and just treat him as one of Johnny's friends.

"Oh and Druscilla, nowadays, Johnny's quite capable of taking your prospective fiancé to Rome to introduce him to the Commander of the Praetorian Guard possibly even to the Emperor."

"Why didn't you tell us all this before?" Rene gasped trying to regain some authority.

"We did but you didn't listen."

"I think it's time we went home." Rene said, "You're developing airs and graces that don't suit you. Maybe I won't be there for you when all this crashes about your ears."

"I take it then you don't expect me for tea, tomorrow afternoon." Hyacinth said cheerfully, "I might visit Luke's mother. He's another of Flavius' friends and she's used to dealing with the nobles."

Rene swept out without another word.

The extended party in the House of Sparta proved to be a more successful if chaotic event. Everyone in the palace knew that Flavius was using it as a chance to have some innocent fun even if he had worked hard to be the perfect servant at the Rosebery's. It still helped him forget his responsibilities as governor for a time. Accordingly everyone rallied round to give Johnny a party he would never forget.

No one remembered everything that happened. Brendan remembered watching his brother-in-law talking to Titus. At first he was nervous and uncertain. Later he was confident and animated and later he almost seemed passionate. Brendan guessed that he was talking about his racing pigeons.

Julia remembered her evening for being interrupted by Johnny visiting briefly to introduce his cousin and his friend. She later described it as charming as they followed Johnny's lead, called her Aunt Julia and kissed her goodnight as they left.

Many noticed how Brutus and Steven knelt on either side of General Maximilian but succeeded in exchanging loving glances and brief touches whenever they could while the general watched contentedly.

Except for Johnny, the Sparta boys had immediately stripped on arriving. David insisted that it was his party so he should be a guest. Xavier and Evan were overwhelmed by events but Evan found himself talking to Marcus. Rather than wait for Marcus to find time between serving, he stripped off and helped.

Xavier was at a crossroads. He could either defy his mother, join in with the other boys and possibly stay the night as Johnny was planning on doing or he could stay aloof.

Grinning at his mother's reaction to him serving like a common slave he stripped in his turn. Rene had insisted that he go to a school resisting Flavius' reforms so he did not know many of the other boys. To annoy his mother more he offered to help an experienced slave about his age. It added to his pleasure that the boy shared his passion for sport and the same computer games. Even as he wondered how a slave had the time to indulge in all his activities so it gradually dawned on him that he was he was working with His Royal Highness, Prince Bjorn of Scandinavia.

Not only that he was being invited to a sleepover.

Some of the adult members of House of Sparta, Guardians and parents, often visited in the evening. The boys ran the place and were keen to show off their skills. It provided a pleasant retreat from the outside world.

They were somewhat bemused as the party sprung up around them but joined in the spirit of things to line up and and be presented to their host, Johnny.

"I've been to so called modern parties." Senator Belario said, "No one bothers and I've not been sure who's the waiter and who's the host. On the surface this is worse, but we've been properly introduced to the birthday boy and we're not expected to queue up for a drink at the bar. Do you notice, the boys on duty have a towel over their arm and they remove it when they relax with their friends.

Senator Menestro nodded, "I agree. It should have been demeaning for senators to line up for a mere free boy but I loved it when he apologised for spoiling our quiet evening."

"He apologised to me as well." Senator Menestro beckoned Flavius over, "Would it seem patronising if I offered Johnny a little money as a birthday present. A noble family would be insulted. It would seem that I thought that they couldn't give their child everything."

Jamie was never far from Flavius and was standing next to him as Flavius glanced down at him.

"An Uncle of mine always asks my parent's permission before he buys anything big." Jamie replied, "He's saving up for a bike. Put it in an envelope and mark it 'Johnny's Bike Fund'."

"My children rode their bikes once or twice then the next year wanted the latest model." Senator Belario said, "There's probably a shed full of them somewhere. Excuse me."

He returned after making a phone call then briefly spoke to Mr. Roseberry.

"Make your gift for his new bike." Senator Belario said, "He can come out to my estate tomorrow and choose a second hand one to tide him over. Is that acceptable, Jamie?"

"You bet. Can I tell him."

"No. On second thoughts his father may be a little bit too hung over if he drinks with Titus much more. See what you can arrange will you, Flavius but make it a surprise."

"I take it you're tired of visiting me, Flavius?" I understand." Senator Menestro said.

"He wants to visit." Jamie piped up, "He's still a little sore from the shooting and being involved in Lord Toleno's suicide upset him more than he'll admit. Don't worry he'll get fed up just cuddling up to me and start visiting again."

"Shut up, Jamie." Flavius snapped, "Don't discuss my business like that."

"Why not. The House of Sparta exists so that you can learn about this stuff. They can't teach you if they don't know.

"The boy's right." Senator Menestro said, "It's not weakness or anything to be ashamed of. You're coping damned well and it's a pleasure to know you."

Flavius smiled his thanks as Jamie piped up, "I'm coming with him next time. We'll see how you manage with both of us."

"Shouldn't you ask your master first?" Senator Menestro asked.

"Flavius says he wants a friend. Well I'm going to look after him the way he looks after his friends. You can hurt him for fun. He likes that but you're not going to hurt his wound."

Senator Menestro turned to Senator Belario, grinning, "As you say there's an order here and it's clear who's in charge."

"Jamie, you shouldn't be telling a senator what to do." Flavius said.

"Why not." Jamie retorted speaking steadily more loudly and passionately, "You've helped everyone in this room. You welcome all those foreign business people so they get richer. You help slaves then expect them to leave to use the chances you've given them so you're alone again and what happens? You get shot.

"You missed out on joining the under sixteen football team which you love and you've been stuck with cuddling me or going with soldiers who're careful not to touch your ribs. Yet you're still looking out for Johnny and giving him this party."

The party had gone a little quiet, listening to Jamie. David approached holding a cane. It was always a sign that a Sparta boy was in trouble. Senator Belario stepped forward holding out his hands.

"Come here Jamie," he said, "Don't spoil Johnny's evening or Flavius' efforts."

Senator Belario found a comfortable chair and pulled Jamie down onto his lap.

"That was quite a speech." he said, "And you were right in everything you said but you must never say it again. This time it was obvious you were only thinking of Flavius. Another time and it might sound as if you were accusing me of just being a hanger on and not a friend."

"I really didn't mean it like that." Jamie sobbed, "I was so scared when he was shot then just wandering around as if nothing had happened. I just want him to be OK."

"He will be." Senator Belario said, "Especially with you as his companion."

Jamie grinned happily and promptly fell asleep.

Not even Brutus could cope with Steven and General Maximilian's games so he and Jamie slept with the remaining Sparta boys, taking their turn to fill Evan.

Flavius had spent the night with Senator Menestro. For once they had both been content to sleep with Flavius impaled on the older man's cock. Flavius felt filled and satisfied that he could still please a man as demanding as Senator Menestro.

The following day various guests awoke in different ways.

Evan had never felt less like a nerd. He had chatted to Marcus for a time but he found himself staring at the older boys' cocks. They had found his hole a willing receptacle and had repeatedly thrust their sperm into him.

He was sore and ached but he had never felt more alive, ravenously hungry, anxious to go swimming with Marcus but hoping to spend more time in the House of Sparta.

Roseberry was woken by a slave holding a glass on a tray.

"Lord Titus' compliments." he said, "He says that it will help clear your head. I've phoned your supervisor to say that you're in conference with Lord Titus Aulus all day and will be unavailable for your usual duties."

"I should phone my wife." John groaned, "Where's Johnny?"

"Young Master Johnny and his two young friends went home with Senator Belario." the slave replied, "Would you like me to phone your wife as well and explain that you're in conference, sir?"

"Er no… I mean, phone her please. Tell her everything's fine and I've got a splitting headache. She'll understand but she won't be very sympathetic."

He kept his new found confidence, still talking confidently to Titus, finding himself promoted a couple of grades to a position more suited to his qualifications.

Xavier woke up with his lips almost touching Bjorn's cock. Bjorn's mouth already engulfed Xavier's cock while his fingers explored ways of entering Xavier. He thought of Bjorn's slave, Tony, sleeping on the other side of Bjorn cuddled up to his brother.

Tony had never felt less like a slave or a servant and happily began arousing the cock awaiting his pleasure.

Senator Belario woke up contentedly cuddling his wife. She had surprised him when he had introduced Ben and Sam. Within minutes they were calling her Aunt and telling her about their lives and how Flavius had saved them. Johnny talked just as animatedly about the incredible birthday he had.

"Julia's mentioned them." she said when they were in bed, "She's right. They do light up the room. I'm so glad we're losing all that old-fashioned stuffiness but I wish we could have been closer to our children. Maybe it's not too late with our grandchildren."

Johnny did not care that his new bike was ten years old. It was still better than anything he could have saved for. He spent the day exploring the lanes in and around Senator Belario's estate before thanking them yet again and cycling off home.

Ben and Sam spent the day playing with toys that had once belonged to the Belario's children and playing games with Lady Belario. No one questioned that they would stay a second night.

A few days later an unusually nervous and flustered Senator Belario asked to see Flavius.

"What would you say if I said Cervinia and I wanted to adopt Ben and Sam?" he asked shyly.

"I don't know." Flavius replied, "I'd wonder how they managed to persuade you so quickly."

"They don't even know we're talking about it."

"So they don't call your wife Aunt. They don't talk about how nice your place is. They're street kids. They know how to work on adults."

"So you're saying their behaviour is a front to get something out of us?" Senator Belario asked disappointedly.

"No. Not completely. Think about it though. Normally they've got an old mattress when their father's broke and my slave quarters when he's got the money to get drunk. In their shoes how would you react to someone offering them a warm bed and hot food.

Senator Belario nodded.

"There's another problem." Flavius continued, "They love their father. He can be loving to them when he's sober and he promises to stop the booze but it never happens. How would you feel if they wanted to visit him and you to give him money?"

"Somehow I thought it was a romantic idea. My wife will be disappointed."

"I wish you would adopt them." Flavius said, "They could make something of themselves. I just suggest you look into it as thoroughly as a business proposition. What do you want out of it and what can they give? What do they want and what can you give?"

Senator Belario nodded again only more cheerfully.

"At least they haven't stolen the family silver." he said.

"They won't." Flavius grinned, "Your neighbours might want to upgrade their security though."

"Seriously?"

"Not completely. All I'm saying is it's not going to be easy and they'll not turn into model sons overnight."

"I'm not sure if I want them to. Our grandchildren visit but their parents are so worried that they behave the visits are difficult. We're hoping Ben and Sam will lighten the atmosphere."

"So you do want something from them." Flavius said, "Why not just buy them. I'm sure the father would accept a good price if he was drunk at the time."

"I thought that you were their friend. How come you want them enslaved?"

"I want them properly looked after. You would do that either way. If the father was desperate for a drink one night then I don't think he'd be too choosy over the owner."

Flavius paused thoughtfully, "If you can find a way of taking them in, please do so. They're great kids. Don't rush in and find you've made a mistake. Consider the best way of doing it."

"Thank you Flavius. I'll talk to my wife. You've made it clear that it won't be easy but the rewards could make it worth it."

Chapter 9

While Flavius was concerning himself with the fate of two young brothers, the Emperor was concerned about international affairs. He had developed a habit of ringing King Æirik.

"I don't know about your agents but mine suggest that the Outer Ring Alliance will use any trick to split us. They seem to be making big drug purchases in our dominions. They have to bring it across the border and we blame each other for the trade. It all helps to keep the old border disputes going."

"And our troops are young impressionable, willing to experiment. It's not as if they've even got the stress of battle to counteract the effects." the Emperor said, "It'll start to affect the border policing if it goes too far."

"I thought about rotating the troops but it would spread the hardcore addicts. I don't want to create hotspots of demand." King Æirik said, "The real problems are your South American colonies. My reports suggest that some of your governors have taken too much of their own stuff and definitely have symptoms of megalomania. I should be delighted at the cracks in your Empire but the ORA and Russia are a bigger threat at the moment."

"I've recalled one governor to Rome over this business." The Emperor said, "I intend recalling a few more but I need a strong military presence to back up my orders. There'll still be gangs and isolated war lords. It's a very unsettled area so we'll need a naval blockade as well.

"I'm giving orders that anyone caught buying or handling drugs either cooperate fully or get enslaved. Once they're slaves they'll be cooperative through drugs and electricity.

"Not even the Roman Empire has the resources to stop every ship. I'd offer full cooperation but the only Roman my people would accept in overall charge is Flavius Aulus except that he's way too young for such authority."

"I agree that he is too young." the Emperor said, "Would your people really accept him as being in charge?"

"Unofficially he's third in line to the throne." King Æirik chuckled, "If Bjorn or Eirik couldn't succeed me for any reason, parliament would have a free vote. They have to follow the popular vote to a great extent. Flavius is young, good looking and bright. He's got a track record of respecting Scandinavian interests and has already led a successful campaign against drugs. He's even taken part in a major raid. In short, he's got everything."

"Your news media is less restrained and he does seem to figure in it a lot. Is he really that popular?"

"He could marry any girl he liked, or any boy for that matter."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"On the contrary. I'm recalling Bjorn. With Flavius in the running Svan's supporters are even more isolated. Unless someone blows up the palace with us all in it, either Eirik, Bjorn or I will survive a good few years. Now, with an outsider in the running what good is it getting rid of us?"

"If I give him this appointment, knowing Flavius he'd attach himself to some military unit and do basic training with them. He'd only surface as commander when the bickering between the senior officers started. I'll send for him and talk to him."

Not so long after Flavius was seated talking to the Emperor.

"Congratulations on a highly successful anti drugs campaign." the Emperor said, "Well done."

"Thank you, sir." Flavius replied.

"Any trouble working with the Scandinavians?" the Emperor asked.

"No sir. They were willing to hoist the Imperial Eagle and operate under my direct command in our territorial waters. For the rest of the time I acted as slave Flavius and stood outside the chain of command."

"King Æirik agrees. He's willing to commit more ships to you. I'd have to reciprocate and offer you Admiral Neuvello's fleet. Could you handle it?"

"I keep telling people, I'm not ready to be a general, sir." Flavius replied, "I know even less about ships. I've still got a Board of Guardians helping run the province. I'm not ready for all this."

"I know," the Emperor acknowledged, "but you're the only official of sufficient rank who doesn't put everybody else's backs up. Scandinavia regards the Northern Approaches around Iceland and the Faeroe's as their territory. They wouldn't tolerate Admiral Neuvello being in charge any more than we'd tolerate a Scandinavian admiral in charge in the Mediterranean."

"It's all politics, isn't it, sir." Flavius said.

"Yes and you can cut through it." the Emperor said, "You'll admit it when you don't know. Unlike an adult, there's no shame in you wearing a slave tunic and deferring to experts. Once they get used to it most appreciate it. You're assertive enough when getting something started and you'll keep events on track so I think you'll cope."

"I'll try, sir." Flavius said.

"We Romans have always gone over the top when it comes to partying." the Emperor continued, "Nowadays we understand more about alcoholism and addiction. Handing over control is definitely not Roman so we are succeeding in persuading people to drink more moderately but drug smuggling is increasing.

"South American provinces seem to think that they can do what they like. They could try breaking away and then the situation would get far worse. Whoever takes charge would be authorised to tackle the Pacific routes as well. That could ruffle Russian feathers. A combined Roman/Scandinavia operation would be difficult to argue with.

The Emperor paused, "We might also have to forcibly replace one or two South American provincial governors."

"Forcibly replace?" Flavius queried.

"Invade, occupy would be more accurate." the Emperor explained, "Except that you don't do that to your own territories."

"I can't do that, sir." Flavius gasped, "I wouldn't know where to begin."

Admiral Neuvello would. So would General Valarium." the Emperor said, "If you think international rivalries are difficult, try inter service."

The Emperor chuckled, "We've not discussed the Air Force yet."

He became serious again, "Your raid on those gangs was a big operation and what were the casualties, five civilians killed and one soldier slightly wounded?

"Out of a population of fifty thousand, you arrested sixty people and forty or more have been enslaved so that's what, a dozen crucifixions and the rest hard labour?

"You remember that protest in Africa a couple of years ago. A mob of two thousand marched on the provincial palace. There were six hundred dead and a thousand prisoners. It was a bloodbath and unnecessary. The place is still unsettled and visitors go there at their peril. Your West Quarter is already quiet and opening up."

The conversation continued but Flavius knew he would have little choice. He tried changing tactics and being too demanding at the next meeting.

"The Scandinavians have a fleet of training ships. One is a converted frigate. A lot of the armaments have been removed and space made for classrooms and training facilities. Can we hire it for my command ship. We'll convert a room into a command centre for the operation. The regular crew can stay with running the ship and for most of the time I can be just one of the cadets."

"Under who's flag?" the emperor asked.

"Theirs but under the command of Admiral Neuvello. If it becomes the command ship then it flies the Roman Eagle and I'm in charge."

"Anything else?"

"Yes. I need a land base. A Caribbean island will do but it will have to be my personal flag under the Eagle. I'll fly the bulk of my provincial legions out there under General Maximilian not General Valarium.

"I'd also want an exchange of liaison officers between the Roman and Scandinavian fleets."

Flavius hoped that the Emperor would think that he was trying to build his own power base and become uneasy about sending him.

"I'll consider it."

Both the Emperor and King Æirik agreed that Flavius was deliberately trying to be unreasonable.

"If he was an adult I'd think he was planning a move on the throne." the Emperor said, "I'll send send General Valarium as Imperial observer but I'll agree to the rest for now. How about from your side?"

"We can't put a cadet training ship into the middle of a war. He can have Sturlunga. It's got a large hangar deck that can be converted to a field hospital, quarters for rescued survivors or a launch bay for a landing assault. It can easily be converted to suit Flavius' needs. Captain Svensen hasn't been reassigned yet."

"You promoted him."

"He did as much as Flavius to make the operation work. We need Scandinavian heroes as well."

The Emperor chuckled, "I'd make him a Commodore at least. It'll make it easier for him to talk to my Admirals."

"By the way, young Flavius may become involved in another way." King Æirik added, "One of my regional ministers reads the problem much as we do. He's also close to your neighbouring governor who's intimated that he wants to make contact with Flavius. It'll be under cover because no one's sure which officials are involved."

A little later, Flavius was back home. Dressed in his Slave of Sparta tunic, he strolled though the forum, watching Senator Belario and his wife approach him. The Senator was surrounded by another man and his wife together with a group of children. It was the first time that Flavius had seen the senator since his trip to Rome so he just had time to recognise Sam and Ben in their fine new clothes before they saw him, yelled out his name and came charging across to hug him. The rest arrived at a more sedate pace.

"Hello Flavius." Senator Belario said, "I thought that you were in court today."

"I was, sir." Flavius replied, "I got time off for good behaviour."

"This is my younger son, Lucius." Senator Belario said, "He's a Major in the 91st American Legion."

Instinctively, Flavius drew himself up to stand at attention.

"It's good to meet you, sir." Flavius said.

Lucius grinned, "It looks as if you've served time somewhere."

"Yes sir. I did a weeks service with the Legion under General Maximilian for spraying graffiti. I've also done two weeks service on board the Scandinavian Training Ship Thor as well as a further weeks service aboard the Royal Scandinavian Frigate Sturlunga."

"So how come you got into so much trouble visiting Scandinavia?"

"Drugs, sir." Flavius replied.

Senator Belario could not hold back his laughter any more.

"Stop teasing, Flavius." he said, "He wasn't before the bench, this morning. He was on it. In another tunic I'd be introducing our provincial governor, His Excellency, Flavius Aulus."

Lucius grinned, "Father's written about you and I've seen the news. I wondered but it's the first time I've seen anything like it. How did you keep the Scandinavians in line?"

"His Excellency didn't, sir. He worked with them." Flavius explained, "Commander Svensen was senior naval officer in the operation so he was in charge of seaborne operations. His Excellency flew the Imperial Eagle in our territorial waters but the boat skippers were in charge, working to a plan already agreed."

"Interesting. I'd like to hear more." Lucius said.

"Visit His Excellency while you're here, sir. I'll let Craig know to expect you."

Lucius glanced at his father.

"Yes it is that easy, nowadays." Senator Belario said, "I hadn't realised how much things have changed since your last visit.

"Where are you off to now, Flavius?"

"Football practice with the reserves, sir." Flavius replied, "I missed out on the under sixteens this year but I want to try out for the under eighteens next season."

"Football? Can I come with you?"

It was a boy a couple of years younger than Flavius' age who had asked.

"Now Amicus." his mother said, "What have I said about intruding?"

"He wouldn't be intruding, Ma'am." Flavius said, "It's just that nobles don't play and he looks like a noble."

"Come on Amicus." Sam squealed, "Luke's father's got his shop just down there. He'll have a tunic for you and let you change out the back. Can we take him, Uncle Sylvester?"

"Uncle Sylvester?" Flavius queried.

"They have an amazing sense of loyalty. Whatever happens they will always recognise their true father. Uncle seemed a good compromise." Senator Belario said, "They more or less insisted that I get their father some help to stop his drinking and it's all they've ever asked for. They understand no one can do anything until he's ready. We'll miss them if he ever does recover and they go back to him."

"So you didn't adopt them?"

"Yes we did." Senator Belario said, "It prevented their father from selling them for drink money. It's hard work but it's fun."

"And we wanted our children to be so well behaved and polite for their Grandfather." Lucius laughed, "I'd forgotten what father was like when we were children."

"If you'll excuse me, sir." Flavius said, "I'm going to be late."

"Dismissed soldier." Lucius snapped half mockingly.

Flavius had gradually relaxed as they talked but now he straightened up, facing Lucius and bowing his head. He held the position until Lucius realised that Flavius was serious and snapped out, 'As you were'.

After Flavius had gone, Senator Belario remarked to his son, "You've lost face with him. He might be taking your son to consort with slaves but he takes protocols very seriously. I suppose you expected him salute as if it was a game."

Lucius nodded.

"Neither of you are in uniform and he believes that saluting a superior officer is a right that a serviceman earns. He's more proud of earning that right than being saluted as governor. He also knew not to salute you out of uniform."

"It's difficult to take him so seriously. He's not much older than Amicus."

"Come with me."

Senator Belario led the way to a tavern and beckoned the landlord over.

"You know my wife but this is my daughter in law and these are my granddaughters." he said, "Would you look after them while we go and see how my grandson is doing?"

"Yes of course, My Lord." the inn keeper replied, "I'll put a boy at their service. He can send for any goods they wish to examine."

"Is that wise?" Lucius asked, "I don't like the idea of leaving them in a tavern."

"It isn't wise. They'll probably buy up half the market." Senator Belario laughed, "They'll be looked after and get local rates. When we get back don't do anything crass and offer a tip. You only need a little courtesy."

"How come?"

Young Flavius. He works in these markets and knows them. If anyone starts anything dodgy they get a message from the palace via the young slave you just spoke to. If they continue then they get everything from the Imperial Revenue Service down checking them out."

"So the stories are true." Lucius said, "My Commanding Officer knew I came from here. We're based on the border with the Scandinavian territories and massive quantities of drugs are passing through our province Northwards. We also think some pretty high up people are involved on both sides of the border. I was due leave but I was asked to see if Flavius was anywhere as good as his reputation.

"So that conversation was a sham. You were checking him out."

Lucius shook his head, "Like I said I wondered but what with Ben and Sam and the way you talk to the lower classes nowadays he really could have been some petty criminal."

"I'm not sure what you want from Flavius," Senator Belario said, "But you'll have to talk to him."

At that moment Flavius was just relieved that he was back to his old self. As Senator Belario and Lucius arrived he was tackling an opponent to gain control of the ball. It was pure physical energy free from all responsibility and as far as possible from his discussions with the Emperor. It was also proving to him that he had finally recovered from his wound.

Lucius watched his son struggling to keep up but the boy was hopelessly outclassed. Lucius was uncomfortable as he watched another boy, probably a slave give his son some tips.

Still Lucius felt a twinge of pride as Amicus received a painful tackle to his shins sending him sprawling, but leaping back up to chase after the ball. It was only a practice so boys of all ages were playing. The game was frequently interrupted while the coach explained some point with the boys listening intently.

There were no showers near the muddy patch where they were playing so Lucius was startled when Flavius invited everyone back to use the facilities in the slave quarters. Amicus looked hopefully at his father who glanced at Senator Belario. He nodded and Lucius shrugged in defeat.

Flavius noticed the exchange and grinning cheekily offered Lucius another quick bow before leading the boys off.

"He has his ways of making his point." Senator Belario grinned.

When do we collect Amicus?"

"Flavius will look after him. The Sparta boys can be a bit boisterous. If they get too much, Flavius will provide a car. If he copes he'll probably end up staying tonight."

"His mother's scared of you." Lucius laughed, "She's terrified that you'll disapprove of the way she's raising the children. She'll take Amicus disappearing like that as an insult to your hospitality."

"That's why Ben and Sam are over the top. They're trying to persuade her to relax. She must see that Amicus is a little angel compared to them."

"A little over the top? I caught them showing Amicus how to pick pockets."

"I believe that Flavius is quite skilled. I believe he also knows how to pick locks. Ask him about it and he says that one day he could go too far and annoy the Emperor. It gives him something to fall back on if he loses everything. The strange thing is, deep down I think he's serious and does feel that insecure."

"Let's rejoin the ladies." Lucius said, "I just hope Amicus is OK."

If anything it was Flavius who was feeling a bit lost just before the House of Sparta gathered the following night. Lucius had come to talk to him and he was beginning to feel crushed by his new responsibilities.

"It's not the same." he confided to Luke, "When we started there was just the six of us. Now we're all doing different things and it's not so much fun when we do get together."

"It's still the place we all come to discuss our problems." Luke said, "OK so we just have a weekly meeting and whatever training sessions are set up. David is far more relaxed about who attends but so far no one has taken advantage of us. I sometimes feel as if we've moved up a year and there's a younger intake to replace us."

"I think David enjoys his role as Headmaster." Flavius laughed, "He likes his little empire in here."

As the meeting settled down, Flavius explained the job he was being given.

"Before we start dealing with all that could you explain why you'll be on a Scandinavian ship and not a Roman one. Germanicus asked, "Most Navies worry about giving away secrets and you're a bit young to be an active seamen."

"Mainly it's politics." Flavius replied, "The Scandinavians are sensitive about taking second place in a Roman operation. It emphasises that cooperation begins at the top.

"Sturlunga is old and doesn't have that many secrets left. They'd be far more cautious about one of their latest stealth cruisers. Back in the days of sail, both of our navies had boys as young as eight on board when they went into action. The RSN accepts entrants at twelve but nowadays they spend four years on a training ship and do normal school lessons as well as naval training. Most of their officers are selected from those boys but I don't think I'll have time to join the crew in much."

"Very well." Germanicus persisted, "But supposing you transferred to an Imperial Navy training program. How much would time on one of their ships, in any capacity, help?"

"We don't have anything like it." Flavius said, " Our nobles can start officer training at eighteen while ordinary seamen can sign on at sixteen."

"Which seems to come back to your reforms. The Scandinavians offer opportunities to all ranks. We don't."

As Flavius nodded, Germanicus continued, "Any thoughts on how to run this campaign? As I see it, you're going to have two armies, two navies and two air forces far too used to inter-service rivalries to worry about a bit of drug smuggling."

"That's what I think." Flavius agreed, "The Emperor seems to think that if I can cut through it all then I'll be able to leave them to run the campaign."

Flavius paused, "I'm transferring my office to Sturlunga. Marcus and you senators can represent me while I'm away. Part of the hanger deck will be converted into a temporary palace so I'll have a secure office and communications. I'd like David and Luke to come with me to run it. Jamie can come as well if he wants and maybe two more to act as servants."

"I'll do it." Xavier called out.

"So will I." interjected Amicus.

"What a coincidence." Flavius laughed, "You both want to get away from your mothers."

"Mum's all right when she's not trying to impress Gran." Amicus said, "It's Dad. Back home he reckons it's too dangerous for me to go out on my own."

"And is it?"

Amicus frowned thoughtfully, "It's not as friendly as it is here. I think the guards concentrate on protecting the nobles more. Rich people have their own bodyguards who'll just shove you out the the way. I don't think poor people like it much."

"Steven and I should come with you." Brutus said.

"You've got vineyards to sort out." Flavius replied, "Someone will have to act as Head Boy while David is away. I may still need to talk to my Board of Guardians so you'll have to add some conference links. I'll take anyone who doesn't have his own commitments."

"I should help Dad with the shops." Luke said.

"Your Dad has always said that you should take any chance that comes along." Flavius said, "You can refuse if you like but I've got the idea that I'll need a spokesman and you're good."

"Maybe I could get into TV." Luke joked.

"Maybe you could." Flavius agreed seriously.

"What about me?" Alan asked.

"You look after Marcus." Flavius said, "I'd like some of you here to keep things going. Brutus, Steven, Darius, Julius, Hans, and Alan, you need to support Marcus as my representative. You all do other things but you'll rally round when you're needed. I'm just going to sail around a bit and talk nicely to a load pompous officers, General Maximilian excluded."

"Maybe we could join you on a rota system." Julius suggested.

"Possibly, but this business is nasty." Flavius said, "No one really expects me to succeed. Rome can use the story to say that they're tackling the drugs problem. Scandinavia wants to show that it's on an equal footing with Rome. No one wants me to upset the Outer Ring Alliance too much and too many people are on the take.

"The Emperor wants me to succeed even if he doesn't expect it. A hell of a lot more would like to see me ruined. I hate to sound like an aristocrat but Luke is too low class to be hurt. At worst he'd go back to working in his father's shops. I could end up applying to him for a job."

"Father does think highly of you." Julius said, "He says that combined operations are almost impossible because of inter-service rivalry. There's a good few War ministry people who've told him that such operations cannot work. The ministry's in a state of shock now that you've managed between our army and a foreign Navy. Father's asked for a report on why such operations don't figure in our war plans."

"OK. As soon as possible I want a conference of all service heads aboard Sturlunga. It can still be in dock. Lucius I'll speak to your governor and his Scandinavian opposite number later. I need to know which governors are pro drug trade and which are anti. Let's see what happens after this first meeting, though."

The meeting happened a couple of weeks later. The hostility in the conference room set up on the hangar deck of Sturlunga was obvious to everyone. The hostility was tinged with a little curiosity as Jamie, dressed in a plain brown tunic stood at a chair then drew a name place card out of a bag and set it on the table. He moved to the next chair and repeated the procedure around the table.

Some hostility was replaced by irritation. None of the senior officers present could claim seniority by their position at the table.

It was Luke, in House of Sparta regalia that moved to the head of the table, calling out, "Gentlemen would you find your places and be seated please?"

Flavius entered in Sparta regalia, standing beside Jamie.

"His Excellency will be aware of proceedings." Luke continued, "However, he does not feel qualified to chair this meeting. It is not my role either. My instructions are to sit quietly while you gentlemen decide on a chairman. If you decide that you want to squabble like children then I'm authorised to put you in detention."

"This outrageous." General Slovenen yelled, "Don't you realise who we are?"

"His Excellency has already served you with a drink." Luke grinned, "I think he's guessed."

"Be careful boy. I'll not put up with this charade much longer."

"I was not meaning to be insolent, sir." Luke replied, "I simply meant that he was willing to surrender his position to allow you gentlemen to get on with your work without his interference. He simply asks that you show a similar courtesy to your colleagues."

The hostility was easing and what was left was being increasingly directed at Luke.

"Gentlemen," General Maximilian said, "My orders are from the Emperor. They are quite explicit. I am to find ways to cooperate and ignore historical rivalries. His Excellency has given us a start with our positions at this table. He is willing to serve while learning from our knowledge and experience. He is not trying to prove that he is a better commander than any of us. If anybody thinks that he has nothing to learn then I'm willing to elect him chairman. He'll be easier to ignore."

"I think that you're best qualified for that job but I don't think we should ignore you." Admiral Neuvello said, "You've had experience of dealing with Flavius Aulus. You were also senior officer on that combined ops."

"For most of the time Captain Svensen was. It was his ship we relied on. Maybe he should chair this meeting."

"No. We have to start somewhere." a Scandinavian general snapped, "I'll accept General Maximilian as chairman for now. We've all read the proposal. I have to say that for a Roman plan it treats us very well. The only problem I have is…"

By the time the meeting was over, the general's problem was resolved and a great deal of detail had been settled. Flavius was delighted as the mood changed and he noticed everyone willing to cooperate.

Admiral Neuvello summed it up, "I find it difficult to believe that we're engaged in an operation of this magnitude. If we continue as we have started then we'll come out of this with considerable glory."

If Flavius was happier about his role in the combined operations, he was less pleased to see Lady Toleno and Antonius approaching him as he strolled through the market. They were followed by a naked slave, shaved completely smooth carrying their purchases. The slave was Gaius and he still blushed with embarrassment if anyone recognised him.

Flavius was dressed in a Sparta half tunic so he bowed politely to Antonius.

"Please convey our greetings to His Excellency." Antonius said formally then grinned, "We're going to stop for refreshments, would you care to join us? Lord Dessolini has been telling us about the new etiquettes."

"Thank you but I'm intruding."

"No," Lady Toleno said, "You helped my family more than you realise. My husband was ruining us with his gambling. We're setting up a Board of Guardians similar to the one you have, with Lord Dessolini's help."

"That's right." Antonius interrupted, "Gaius doesn't know that much. One of the house slaves and Father's secretary know much more. I'm sending him back to school. He didn't think it mattered last time but he needs it now if he's to help me. He'll have to do the last three years over but could he start in your class? You could keep an eye on him."

"You'd have to ask Steven." Flavius replied, "He handles slave matters in school. Do you keep him naked all the time?"

Antonius giggled, "He told me what you said about not confusing anyone about his status and recognising me as the elder son. He lives in my quarters because I don't want the other slaves to take advantage of him. If I have to leave him alone I fit a chastity device, front and back. He hates it but it reminds him that he's a slave and it prevents anyone using him without permission. I do send for slaves with nice big cocks to fuck him though and I'm going to fit a nice big cock ring to display his stuff better."

Antonius paused, "He was good to me when he was my older brother so I don't mind Mother letting him wear a white tunic when he visits her quarters. I wonder if I'm too harsh though."

Flavius shuddered, "I'd hate to wear one of those chastity devices but don't worry. His body seems smooth. Either he hasn't earned a whipping or you're being too soft."

Antonius smiled, "He pushed another slave out of the way. I pulled him down to their quarters by his cock and made them all gather round as I put him over my lap and spanked him. I'm not big enough to hurt him but it sure did embarrass him."

Flavius grinned as he glanced at Gaius who was squirming with shame or anger.

"Have you had anyone say that you're probably better off as a slave?" he asked, "You've got someone to feed you, you don't have any responsibilities and masters today are too soft and don't work you hard enough?

Gaius relaxed and grinned, "My father used to say it, er… Flavius?"

"In this tunic, yes." Flavius replied, "Go on."

"Master Antonius doesn't work me hard but it's the loss of control I can't handle. I want to put these these parcels down but I haven't been given permission to move. I'd rather have the responsibilities."

Flavius suddenly became serious, "I could do without the responsibilities the Emperor has given me. If I foul up I could end up in a work gang but you're right. I only give up control to rest. I'd hate to lose it for ever."

"I'm sure the Emperor only gives these tasks because he thinks you can cope." Lady Toleno said.

"No he doesn't. He gives them to me because I'm a kid. I can't even drive a car let alone plan a tank battle yet he expects me to command generals. If it goes wrong he can blame me for taking too much on."

"Alexander The Great was only sixteen when he led his troops to victory for the first time. You don't lead troops. You just make the generals work together."

"It'll still be my failure if everything goes wrong." Flavius said, "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to listen to my problems."

"Not at all. You've listened to our problems. I keep saying this but thanks to you, all my children have a future, even Gaius. I miss my husband and I can't forget your part in it but we were on the point of bankruptcy. He was on the point of destroying himself as well as us. I'm coming to understand he would have shot himself anyway and left us to our own devices. We wouldn't have been so lucky if you hadn't been around."

Flavius stood up and formally excused himself. He felt a little better. His only meeting on Sturlunga had gone better than he had expected. He was vaguely aware of the psychology that the Emperor was relying on.

He knew that Flavius would prefer to act as waiter listening discreetly to the discussions, learning as much as he could. The admirals and generals present would not want their operations run by a mere boy so they had an incentive to cooperate more than usual just to retain their dignity.

If Flavius had to intervene then it would be because they were going against the wishes of Emperor and King. As Commander of Flavius' personal troops, General Maximilian was a junior amongst the group. However he had learnt well from Flavius and had found himself chairman, his standing with Flavius carrying considerable weight.

All Flavius knew was that the whole operation was waiting menacingly in the background and he wanted to escape it for a time.

Somehow, he found himself at Johnny's house. He knew that Johnny and Jamie were visiting Senator Belario, or rather Sam and Ben.

"I wondered if you needed a kitchen slave." Flavius said shyly, "I wanted to get lost for a while."

"Come in." Mrs Roseberry said, "I'll put the kettle on and we'll have a nice cup of tea."

They sat at the kitchen table talking quietly.

"My sister's much nicer now." Mrs Roseberry said, "But she doesn't like the way John was promoted. I do, he's a different man. So much more confident."

"That's good." Flavius acknowledged, "Uncle Titus likes him. He's talking about getting some pigeons."

"I hear you're off to sea again. Johnny wants to go with you. I've tried to tell him that it's Imperial business so he asked if he could phone the Emperor.

Flavius laughed, "Sturlunga's sailing with the fleet. It'll stay as command ship. With a Roman General in charge, aboard a Scandinavian ship honours seem even. I'm staying away until I'm needed."

Although he was dressed as a slave he relaxed, enjoying being treated not so much as a guest but as a member of the family.

Johnny arrived soon after with Jamie. Doctors often described Flavius' slave behaviour as compensation for the adult pressures he was under. They would probably have seen his behaviour that night as another form as he played happily with his two eleven year old friends.

Johnny's parents saw another side of him when they sat down for their evening meal. He was not exactly badly behaved but he giggled and played around as much as Johnny and Jamie.

They were happy and the cheerfulness rubbed off onto the adults. Nevertheless they were pleased when the boys hurried upstairs and left them in peace.

"Since you're wearing that tunic then you're in slave mode." Jamie said, "Get it off and get Johnny ready to drill you.

Flavius obeyed, kneeling before the boy. Jamie knew that Flavius was careful not to do anything that might make him jealous. Being assertive allowed him to give Flavius some freedom with Johnny.

The two younger admired Flavius trying to be like him. If he could switch roles then so could they. Later Jamie would meekly wait for Flavius allowing the older boy to use him mercilessly. He would struggle with that strange mix of agony and ecstasy that only Flavius could produce. His body tingled at the thought, his cock already half erect.

But it was not to be. Johnny's mother called up to them.

"There's a soldier to see you, Flavius." she yelled, "You'd better come down."

Flavius obeyed and found a friend of his, Lieutenant Black waiting for him.

"Hi, Reg." Flavius greeted him, "I take it my holiday's over."

"Not necessarily, sir." Reg replied, "There is a problem though. The Emperor would like you to deal with it as soon as possible."

Chapter 10

The problem was relatively straightforward and Flavius already knew about it from Lucius, Senator Belario' son.

The province in the Americas where he was stationed was on the Atlantic coast. It was also on the border with the Scandinavian colonies. It was suffering incursions from the Scandinavian navy chasing ships suspected of carrying drugs. The Governor's Scandinavian counterpart was suffering the same problem from Imperial warships. They were were also complaining of unauthorised aircraft flights.

They both knew what was going on but were feeling insulted because they were not being consulted.

"We think that other governors and Scandinavian regional ministers are on the take." Flavius said, "There's all sorts of undercover operations going on. I've not visited because I wanted them to think that I wasn't interested in the area. I was hoping that they wouldn't step up their own security."

"Yes sir. The Emperor understands that. He wonders whether you could try one your unorthodox approaches."

Flavius glared at Reg, "You mean he thinks I'm a kid and he wants me to play games."

"Partly, sir." Reg replied, "According to Julius, what the Emperor actually said was 'he'll treat it like a game and get it done while my adult advisers are still telling me it's impossible'. I think it's a compliment, sir."

"Yes but he still thinks I'm a kid playing games." Flavius muttered irritably.

"And like I said, partly." Reg replied, "You use it as a tool to serve the Empire with. You're mature enough to use your assets wisely."

Flavius glared at him again before relaxing and smiling, "I suppose I do see it all as a game. Is Senator Belario's grandson still here? He should go home. Maybe Senator Belario could give Amicus a body slave as a present."

"I take it that you'll be the slave." Reg said.

Flavius nodded, "Amicus can pack some of my formal clothes in case they want something official but I'll do my incognito thing. Besides we'll have more freedom if flunkies aren't hovering around trying to serve the governor."

"By the way, sir." Reg added, "General Maximilian didn't want to bother you with a load of despatches but he reckons drugs crossing the Atlantic are down to ten per cent of what they used to be."

"That sounds good." Flavius said.

"It is. The General reckons there's a load of high up officials trying to claim the credit for suggesting you to head the operation."

Flavius laughed.

"See if there's a slave that looks like me." he said, "When this job's done I'll join Sturlunga. My lookalike can join it directly and take Jamie and Johnny with him. That's if they want to come.

"Can't we go with you and Amicus?" Johnny asked.

"No." Jamie answered before anyone else could, "We'll be protecting Flavius by making everyone think he's on the ship. I'll miss you though."

Flavius wrapped his arms around the boy, kissing his neck.

"I'll miss you too." he whispered, "I'll be thinking of you when you're fucking my double."

Flavius felt a moments jealousy as Amicus hugged his Grandfather goodbye, briefly missing his own family and friends but the train arrived and there was a hustle to get on board.

They could have travelled by limousine to the airport but Amicus was interested in trains and wanted to ride in one. Flavius had no objections. They would be less conspicuous. He and Amicus would be able to stretch their legs as it was a long journey. They would be flying from an airport considerably further than the one Flavius usually used and once on the train, he would become completely invisible in his role as slave.

Tickets could be 1st, 2nd or 3rd class. Amicus would be travelling first class and Flavius what was quaintly called lower third class. On the train, Flavius was not allowed on any of the seats. He could stand in the aisle, he could kneel in front of his master or, if he was not needed, he could travel with the rest of the luggage.

Amicus was excited. Flavius carried a substantial backpack, full of Amicus' clothes. However Amicus' excitement began to affect Flavius and it helped. Other passengers would not expect a provincial governor to be excited by a simple train journey but a silly slave would especially as Amicus seem to forget his rank and they talked excitedly to each other.

Amicus calmed down as they made their way through the airport and Flavius was relegated to carrying his hand luggage. On a plane, slaves were allocated the worst seats near toilets and the galley and expected to sit without talking remaining buckled up.

When they had booked the tickets, Lucius' parents convinced the airline that Flavius was an excellent playmate for Amicus and would prevent him becoming bored so once the seatbelt light went out an attendant ushered him upstairs to look after his master.

They cheerfully watched the movie together, played games that Amicus had brought along or chatted quietly to each other. At one point a rude, overbearing passenger became a little drunk and was refused another drink.

Attendants hovered around ready to restrain him if necessary. Flavius noticed that an elderly lady was looking worried. She rang for a cup of tea but most of the attendants were unavailable. Flavius headed for the galley, found an attendant manning a phone and under her supervision prepared a tray, serving the lady with all the skill of one of his palace slaves.

It was only a small incident but afterwards Amicus was moved to two spare seats and Flavius was invited to sit down, receiving the same service as Amicus for the rest of the flight. Compared to what he was used to, it was a small treat but again it meant a lot to him because he had earned it.

It was when they had landed, Flavius had collected the bag and they were heading into the waiting area that Flavius found the atmosphere changing. It was almost as if he really was invisible, constantly having to shift out of the way as a free man hurried on his way.

Flavius dutifully tried follow his masters as they headed for a waiting car. Once inside they all seemed to relax. As soon as they were home, Lucius took Flavius and Amicus into his office."

"I won't keep you long." Lucius said, "You're probably tired but there's something I need to warn you about. Neither I nor my commanding officer trusts Governor Derulux. We're convinced that he's plotting something with his Scandinavian counterpart across the border. The trouble is, he's one of the Imperial Palace's favourites and an ex soldier. He opposes the Emperor's reforms so he has the support of the old guard. It also puts you and him on opposing sides."

Flavius nodded as Lucius continued, "We don't think that he's ready to act openly yet, so you'll be safe enough here. In some respects you could be a useful ally for a time. He genuinely is trying to stop the drug and slave trafficking and association with you could give the place a more respectable air.

Flavius tried to speak but Lucius put up his hand, "Please let me finish. Governor Derulux does want to talk with you. Officially, he wants to learn more about this brat of a governor who's allowed to invade his territorial waters. Unofficially he wants to get you on side for some of his plans.

"Since we've just returned from your province, Amicus and I are invited to dinner tomorrow night. You'll be there to serve Amicus."

Flavius nodded, "OK I agree that I'll be safe enough but what do you think he's really up to?"

"He's got his eyes on lands in the neighbouring province." Lucius replied, "Apparently, that governor is up to his neck in drug and slave trafficking. I'm not sure how but he plans to take over from Columbia when you've defeated it."

"Governor Derulux or this other Governor?" Flavius asked.

"That's the problem. I'm not sure."

"OK, but what did you mean by slave trafficking?" Flavius asked.

"Neither you nor Amicus are allowed out alone." Lucius replied, "You're a bit old for the brothels but I'm sure there's a market for you somewhere and you'll be taken."

"Oh!" Flavius muttered, "It's a bit wild here isn't it?"

"There's a frontier feel to the place." Lucius agreed, "People come here to push the boundaries. There's more innovation here because often the boundaries get pushed in the right direction. Other times they're pushed in the wrong direction. People that succeed can become extremely rich and look down on anyone they regard as failures. The governor would like more families to move out here and that's why he needs help to give the place the respectable air I mentioned

"As long as you stay on my property you'll be safe enough. We can shoot trespassers so scavengers don't come on it on the off chance they'll find something. With radios and helicopters properties aren't so isolated any more, either."

Flavius' body clock was telling him that it was nearly dawn but he could see that it was only just getting dark. Lucius noticed.

"Jet lag." Lucius said, "We've put you in a double bed in Amicus' room. I want you both to go straight to bed. You can play around if you want to but try to rest. At your age you'll adapt quickly enough."

They were both tired and quickly fell asleep. At some stage, Flavius cock ended up probing Amicus crack as the younger boy nestled up to him but apart from some pleasant dreams neither of them reacted.

They were woken about noon by Lucius. Once they were alert he sat down on the bed.

"How far can you take this slave thing, Flavius?" he asked.

"It depends." Flavius asked, "Why?"

"My wife's organised a charity luncheon. She'll expect Amicus to attend and be shown off as her pride and joy."

Amicus grimaced.

"I'm so glad to be home." he pouted.

Flavius laughed, "I'd better stay out of sight."

"Or you can serve." Lucius said, "It'll seem a bit odd if Amicus' new slave isn't seen attending him."

"That's nice." Flavius muttered but there was an amused glint in his eye agreeing that it would be a chance to discover how effective his incognito was.

The dining room was full of wealthy women. They reclined on dining couches in the traditional way while slaves offered them food from trays. Flavius was selected to serve the wine.

"Why it's that polite young man from the plane," an elderly lady said as Amicus was introduced, "There was an oaf causing trouble. He sent his slave to make me tea. It was so considerate of him."

It was not how Amicus remembered the incident and blushed at taking the credit for something that Flavius had done.

"I'm glad he wasn't corrupted by that boy governor." another said, "My husband says that his province must be nearly ruined by the way they behave. You must be relieved to have him home, Horatia."

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear." Horatia said, "Amicus is only here for a visit."

"Surely your husband won't allow him to return to a place like that?"

"He's going to stay with his Grandfather." Horatia explained, "I'm not sure what but the Senator's involved in some projects for the Emperor. He has very good connections that'll help Amicus."

"You don't mean that he could become governor when that degenerate's finally removed, do you? He should be crucified for the way he panders to the Scandinavians. How about it, Amicus? Are you glad to be home even if it is only for a visit?"

"Yes but it's not as bad staying with Grandfather as the papers say it is." Amicus replied.

"No of course not." the woman from the plane said, "Your grandfather obviously knows how to handle the lower classes. Your boy seems well trained."

There was something that Flavius never understood; how parts of the media could thrive by putting the worst possible spin on events. He had the idea that by imagining that his province was so bad, the problems here would seem less important. He could see that Horatia and her daughters were embarrassed by the conversation. He just hoped that they would not say something.

"Thank you." Amicus said, "He comes from the provincial palace. He hadn't finished his training, though."

"I bet he hadn't been there long. Your grandfather must have bought him before he was completely ruined. Where do you come from, boy?"

"I've always been in the palace, ma'am." Flavius said, "His Excellency's father decided before he died that I should be trained."

"I expect that you're glad to be in a properly run household."

"Oh yes ma'am." Flavius replied, "It's always easier when everyone knows what they're doing."

"You see." the woman exclaimed triumphantly, "Even slaves can see how bad things are getting there."

Flavius was not sure that he had said that but it did not matter.

"He's a good looking one." someone said, "How about letting us see his prime assets?"

"I don't think so." Horatia interrupted, "It's Amicus' first slave and he's a bit possessive."

"That's OK mother." Amicus said, "It's pretty cool that they like my property so much. Boy, drop that tunic and display for the ladies."

Knowing who Flavius really was, Horatia was worried that he might object to being humiliated in such a way. Amicus knew Flavius better. He expected his slaves to be polite to his guests no matter how humiliating the demands even if felt obliged to thank them or reward them after for their patience.

If he was in slave mode then it was a matter of pride to meet the same standards he expected. It was one of the reasons that his slaves loved him so much. He gave them a similar pride in doing their job well.

For once Flavius blushed as he stripped, raising some delighted giggles from his audience. As he stood and put his hands behind his head he noticed Lucius' daughters staring at his manhood. He felt the the familiar tingles in his groin as his cock responded to the attention.

"Now that's impressive." one of the women said, "I don't suppose that you'll sell him will you."

"No," Amicus said, "Maybe the ladies would like to bid for the pleasure of jerking him off. Proceeds go to the charity."

"Fifty."

"Sixty." another called out.

"Seventy five."

"A hundred."

"That's too steep for me. Just let me know when you're ready to sell him. I'll give you top price."

"Yes but he's mine for the moment. Come here boy."

Flavius obeyed, keeping his hands behind his head as the woman explored his body. She was in her forties and still attractive. Close up her scent and soft skin made Flavius feel almost light headed.

Her hand moved more and more often over Flavius' cock until she gripped it and began stroking. He responded eagerly.

"I'll donate another hundred if you have a room I could use for a few minutes." she said huskily. Horatia glanced at Amicus.

"I don't mind." Amicus replied, "It's up to you, Mother."

Horatia could not think of a good reason for refusing and showed them to a bedroom while the other ladies complimented Amicus on owning such a virile slave and congratulated him on his fund raising.

Both Flavius and the woman returned with contented smiles on their faces. The other women were thinking of their own slaves and young men around their estates and the lunch party broke up. When they were all gone the two boys headed for Amicus' bedroom.

"I'm sorry about that." Amicus said, " I shouldn't have mentioned the palace. There were too many questions about it. I think one or two were beginning to wonder."

"So do I." Flavius said, "Don't worry though. It was fun. My cock felt good inside her. Just don't get carried away and try to sell me."

That evening at the governor's palace Lucius and Amicus were apparently just two of many guests. The table was quiet until the meal was over then a general conversation started. At first it was just small talk before the governor mentioned that Amicus had been staying in the brat governor's province. The conversation followed in a similar vein to the lady's talk at lunch.

"So, what's your assessment, young Amicus." Governor Derulux asked, "How long do you think the brat's got?"

"It's difficult to say." Amicus mumbled uncertain how Flavius would want him to reply, "Things aren't as bad as you think they are."

"I do apologise." the governor said gently, "You're so young. I would like your opinion but perhaps we could just talk man to man. I'll get your father's assessment in due course but I hear you actually visited his palace. Would you care to come through to the library. Bring your boy with you. If the rest of you would care to adjourn to the lounge, I'm sure some of you are ready for your cigars and brandy."

Once inside the library, the governor held out his hand to Flavius.

"I know who you are. Welcome. This other gentleman's visit is just as clandestine. Let's just say he's my Scandinavian opposite number."

Flavius held out his hand again, "I'm pleased to meet you Count Haarken."

"You're briefed. Good." Count Haarken replied, "Then you know that many of our people resent foreign warships operating in our territorial waters. It applies equally to both sides of the border. We both have problems with illegal trade of various kinds but with your neighbouring province being so heavily involved it just seeps over into us."

"My orders are to tackle the drug trade." Flavius replied, "I've heard talk of kidnapping and illegal slave trading but unless it's the same gangs then I'm not sure what I can do."

"Your reputation suggests that you would not tolerate kids being illegally enslaved. Am I mistaken?" Governor Derulux asked.

"The last kidnapper I found will die shortly, in a special hard labour gang I set up for him."

"Do you assume that these traffickers stay in nice neat compartments. One lot do drugs, another the kidnappings and so on?"

Flavius shook his head.

"Very well." Count Haarken said, "Both of our regions are seen as wild frontier outposts. It discourages long term investment. Families don't come here and frankly we'd all be a lot richer if we lost our lawless reputation. My king trusts you. I believe that I do too. Will you help us?"

"I usually pick up gossip in the markets." Flavius said, "I hear stuff that adults don't. I've been warned not to go out alone so I've lost my main advantage. The only conversations I've heard dislike my methods and are happy with the state of things here."

"I understand." Governor Derulux said, "I do know something of your methods and I've tried to apply them. It goes wrong because my investigators deal with adults planning to overthrow the Empire, not traumatised kids. Information seems to leak back and at least two of the kids were killed.

"So you know where they're kept?"

"One place. It's a transit camp on our border. We think some of the officers may be involved and create the phony paperwork." the governor nodded, "Fair skinned ones get shipped South, dark ones North. We also think the guards get their own stock by planting evidence on likely candidates.

"I'm not too sure why trading in illegal slaves is so profitable." Flavius said.

"Most are ten or under." Count Haarken explained, "Courts are reluctant to enslave at that age unless there's no choice so they're few and far between. From what the governor's wife was saying you'd fetch a good price in South America; a good servant, good looking and according to her friend's report, good in bed. If a gang picked you up you'd be pure profit without the training overheads."

Flavius shuddered, "OK, I take it this camp isn't the only one."

"It's the one that we've got the best evidence on." Governor Derulux said.

"Is everyone there crooked or is there anyone we can trust?"

"It's knowing who's not crooked that's difficult. As I said earlier, we could do with a lighter approach to the investigations."

"There's a lot of variables to sort but I suppose that if a slave got arrested at the right time he'd have a chance to see what's going on." Flavius murmured half talking to himself.

Suddenly he yawned.

"Excuse me." he said, "I think the jet lag is catching up with me again."

He paused then shook his head and speaking as if it was suddenly difficult, "Or rather with Ami… Amicus."

"Yes of course." the Governor said, "I'll fetch his father."

Once in the car, Flavius was fully alert again even fiddling on his phone.

"Don't head for the ranch." he snapped, "It's too risky. Head for your barracks."

"How do you mean risky?" Lucius asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I really do have jet lag and I'm imagining things."

Lucius obeyed. They reached the barracks safely and hurried to Lucius office. Lucius sent for refreshments as Lucius and Amicus settled into chairs. Suddenly the door burst open and an irritable looking Colonel, obviously hastily dragged out of bed, came into the office.

"What the bloody hell's going on, Major." he rasped out, "Who is General Maximilian and what are these boys doing on base?"

Lucius leapt to his feet, "General Maximilian is chairman of the Atlantic Combined Forces Staff, sir. He's also military adviser to His Excellency, Flavius Aulus. This is my son, Amicus and his slave."

"So the boy governor's nosing around this province, is he?" the Colonel said, far more calmly, "I wonder what he thinks of that slimy, two-faced excuse of a man we have for a governor.

"He agrees with your assessment, sir." Flavius said.

The Colonel swung round to glare at Flavius raising his hand as if to strike him. He hesitated and lowered his arm.

"Can I rely on this boy's opinion, Major?" he asked.

"Yes sir." Lucius replied.

"So what do you think is going on, boy?"

"Governor Derulux is setting a trap for His Excellency Flavius Aulus. It would look bad if there was a simple assassination, but a fake road accident could work. If he got involved in an undercover operation that went wrong and was killed then it would be his own fault."

"And the anti-drugs campaign would fall apart." the Colonel concluded.

Flavius nodded, "Especially if it was unclear which side of the border he was on and who was supposed to be protecting him."

"So you're Flavius Aulus and General Maximilian is coming to extract you."

"In this tunic, it's slave Flavius, sir." Flavius said.

The Colonel nodded, sitting down, "I could do with some of that coffee, Major."

Flavius hurried forward to pour it, and handed the cup to a very flustered Colonel. He did not have a chance to say anything because there was a terse knock on the door and General Maximilian entered.

"Relax gentlemen." he smiled, "There's not enough room for a parade ground. Are you up to speed, Colonel?"

"He knows who I am, General." Flavius interrupted, "And we're agreed on the governor."

Flavius described his experiences with the governor adding, "I'm not sure why Count Haarken was there secretly unless it was to convince me that they were creating a conspiracy."

"There are still some cross border tensions and visits are a sensitive issue." the Colonel said.

"I intend returning to Sturlunga." Flavius said, "If Amicus comes with me then he can't be targeted.

"What then?" General Maximilian asked.

"I don't know." Flavius replied, "There's a genuine hate campaign aimed at Governor Trevellian in the neighbouring province. The question is, is it jackals tearing each other apart or does the local governor want to take over Trevellian's?"

"If there is any illegal slave trafficking going on then I'd like to stop it." Flavius continued, "We should also investigate the accusations against Governor Trevellian. If I was to go undercover then it would be in his province."

"Supposing I said that Columbia was the important operation." General Maximilian said, "You're saving more kids by stopping the drugs and you shouldn't get involved with inter-provincial squabbles."

"Supposing I was wondering why they were throwing up such a massive smokescreen." Flavius riposted, "What are they really hiding?"

"If I may suggest something." the Colonel said, "I think His… er… the boy is right. If you get Columbia under control what would be the value of manufactured drugs?"

"The governor would cover the Empire while his Scandinavian opposite number would have Scandinavia and the ORA." Lucius said.

"But if they killed Flavius now, wouldn't Columbia be left alone." Amicus asked.

Lucius frowned at his son's interruption but Flavius replied, "Good point but the plans are pretty far advanced. They would go ahead. It would be after, when they discovered that they were back to square one with a new major supplier that it would fall apart."

Flavius paused, "Please don't be offended by this question Colonel but you were keen to get me here. Can you tell me why?"

"I'm still bound by the governor's orders and he wanted you here. I did hope that you'd live up to your reputation and I'm not disappointed. I should add that my orders are to offer you every assistance. If my suspicions are correct then the conflict in going after him is in the orders themselves and not in obeying them."

"I really am tired now." Flavius said, "Thank you for your hospitality but I'd like to go."

"OK." General Maximilian said, "Sturlunga was diverted to Bermuda where it picked up your double and your friends. It's now steaming towards us but it's a three hour flight. You could rest here and we'll fly out tomorrow."

"No, I'll go now." Flavius said, "Tomorrow I'll need a plan for me to see what's happening at that transit camp. I want codes passed onto the governor so that he could rescue me when I've got the information I need. It's phony because I'm not going. If I did he'd ensure that I was killed in some foul up. When he realises that I didn't fall for it there could be reprisals for anyone who was involved. If you just provide transport then you're well within your orders."

The flight was noisy and uncomfortable and Flavius was exhausted. Even Jamie greeted him more quietly than usual. He was shown to his bed and asleep before his head hit the pillow. He slept, scarcely moving for six hours but his body clock kicked in and he woke still tired trying to get his bearings. He was aware of bodies in other beds and Jamie in his own. Jamie stirred as Flavius pulled him close then they were both fast asleep again.

They stirred again about noon. There is nothing noisier than a group of boys trying to be quiet. As Flavius opened his eyes he could see David shepherding the others out of the room.

David glanced at Flavius.

"Good." he smiled, "Physical Training on the deck in five minutes. Don't be late."

Flavius grimaced but shook Jamie. There was always something reassuring about David. He was completely loyal but took his job as head of the House of Sparta very seriously. He was was also a little older than Flavius and bigger. David would not think twice about holding Flavius in a headlock to drag him up on deck.

A medic had suggested that the boys would benefit by plenty of exercise and a regular routine for a few days. In David's mind, if it was good for Flavius then it would be done whether Flavius wanted it or not.

Flavius and Jamie managed to arrive on deck in time. He glanced at the other boys standing under an awning. David was there standing in the line beside Luke. Then there was Amicus and Xavier who had volunteered to be servants for the voyage. Finally there was Johnny and a complete stranger.

Close up he was nothing like Flavius but Flavius could see that from a distance they could easily be mistaken for each other.

There was little chance to exchange greetings because PO Smits appeared barking orders almost before he was in sight. He took them through a leisurely routine, though, enough to get the blood circulating but not even the youngest boys, Jamie and Johnny had trouble keeping up. It was what they needed though and they tucked eagerly into a light meal before David took most of the boys to explain their duties.

Only the stranger and Flavius were left uncertain what to do.

"Do you know why you're here?" Flavius asked.

"You're doing important and secret stuff." the boy replied, "They needed people to think that you were coming straight to this boat."

"Ship." Flavius corrected without thinking, "Boats are carried on ships. I suppose you have to go back now."

The boy shuddered.

"I suppose I do." he said sadly.

"Go and find David." Flavius commanded, "I'll send for you later and we can talk. I have to see General Maximilian.

"You're looking better than you did last night," General Maximilian said, "You can take it easy for a few days. We've got enough work to be getting on with."

"Would you brief me though?" Flavius asked, "Now I'm here, I'd like to be kept up to date."

"The seaborne interceptions are a phenomenal success." General Maximilian said, "As you know we've almost completely halted large scale shipments. The Admirals and Generals involved are so pleased with themselves that they're quite happy to continue cooperating.

"Troops are building up in Jamaica ready to invade Columbia. That's purely a Roman operation but they'd lose a lot face to the Scandinavians if they allowed inter service squabbles to slow it. Some of them want a landing on a broad front after bombing the defences. The problem is we'll be attacking legions on rotation which means loyal to the Empire but following the chain of command. They'll be following the governor's orders and he's claiming that rogue elements have deserted to Scandinavia and it's him who's defending the Empire. I don't suppose anyone completely believes it but all communications seem to go through Columbian High Command."

"I'm supposed to avoid bloodshed." Flavius said, "Can we land in undefended areas then drop leaflets, make broadcasts and offer parleys to explain the true situation?"

"I've already suggested a similar plan." General Maximilian said, "The joint Chiefs of Staff aren't happy with it. All they see is the enemy"

He grinned, "I've known you too long. I don't need a body count to decide how great the victory is."

Flavius grinned with him as the general continued, "I've spoken to the Emperor and he accepted our assessment of the local governors. He's ordered top priority on intelligence gathering. That's the ISS and satellite surveillance. We'll have access to all phone and Internet records. That's numbers and addresses, we'll have more access if we show a connection to the investigation.

"I've also spoken to Colonel Roberts. I knew you were tired last night when you didn't follow up his suspicions. He's making a report and sending it to us. Copies of all the reports are on your computer."

General Maximilian paused to martial his thoughts, "Two personal items. You have a price on your head so no more jaunts of your own. Those are the Emperor's orders. The other is, I'd like to bring Steven out. He's willing to act as my body slave and frankly I miss him."

"He probably misses you." Flavius smiled, "What about his training as a vintner."

"I gather he's too impatient." the General laughed, "It's good to invest in land but he should leave the work to experts."

"I've no objections." Flavius said, "Steven's been my friend since I became Governor. It would be good to have him here."

"Thank you." General Maximilian said, "I suggest you relax and have fun. Have you met your double yet?"

"No." Flavius answered, "At least not properly. I'm going to see him next."

Flavius returned to the deck. PO Smits had set up a fire drill for them. Again, he was not pushing things. Handling the hose was a good enough start but they were all soaked and having fun.

"Not up to your usual standards, Petty Officer." Flavius laughed.

"No sir," PO Smits replied, "I've been assigned to your team but I'm not sure what that means if it's long term."

"Consider yourself a temporary member of the Board of Guardians." Flavius said, "Speak to General Maximilian he's a member and knows how it works. The House of Sparta is about training so there's no reason why we shouldn't learn the emergency drills. We've all got school work to keep up with so that'll keep us occupied. David also needs to organise my quarters so that I can entertain if necessary. Apart from that we'll try not to be a nuisance."

"Oh you're not a nuisance." PO Smits exclaimed, "Your lot's doing better than a lot of cadets who've been on board. I've told you that before. The crew knows what you're doing and is completely behind you. If you need anything, let me know."

"Thanks, I'd like a word with the new boy, if I may."

"There's a lot of new ones for me. Just call him out."

Flavius nodded his thanks, caught the boy's eye and called him over.

They headed for Flavius office on the hangar deck. Flavius sat down, leaving the slave standing in front of his desk.

"Drop the tunic and put your hands behind your head." Flavius commanded.

Flavius liked what he saw.

"OK, the others seem to like you." Flavius continued, "You look good so what's your story?"

"I was in jail for burglary and assault."

"What was the sentence?"

"I don't know. No one's told me."

"OK." Flavius groaned, "You're not making this easy. If you assaulted someone during a crime then you face a death sentence and that's the end of the story. Think for a moment and think about the start of the story. Where did it go wrong?"

"My step dad." He didn't want to look after another man's kid. It wasn't too bad until I turned fourteen. He decided that since I was legally a man I could look after myself and kicked me out."

"How old are you now? When's your birthday?"

"I think I've been on my own for about six months so I'm fourteen and a half."

"How have you survived?"

Chapter 11

The boy hesitated, obviously reluctant to answer.

"Jamie's my bonded servant. He's also my friend and companion. Decide whether he's scared of me then decide whether you should be."

"I picked up tricks at the station. I kept my prices low so I usually got to stay the night in a hotel and got breakfast. During the day I picked up cash working in the market. I did a good job and often got the scraps at the end of the day."

"Where did you stay?" Flavius asked.

"One of shops around the market let me use a shed. It was warm and I had a sleeping bag. I'd saved some money. I'd heard what you'd done in the West Quarter. I was thinking of going there and setting up my own stall selling clothes. I knew a wholesaler who give me good rates." he smiled, "Or at least a trade in services."

"So where do you come from?"

"Hadrianton." the boy replied, "You know, it's down the coast from your capital."

Flavius nodded, "I've never been there but I do know it. So how come you got arrested?"

The boy hesitated.

"I dunno." he muttered.

"OK." Flavius said, "I can get the official story from the records. Let's hear your version."

The boy looked trapped and scared.

"You won't believe me either and I'll be in more trouble."

"You'll be in trouble if you don't tell me." Flavius said with a harsher edge to his voice, "You'll also be in trouble if you lie. You won't be in trouble if you tell me the truth even if you can't prove it."

The boy still looked scared, slumping in defeat.

"The shopkeeper found out I had money saved. He reckoned he was entitled to it for rent. When I wouldn't give it to him, he called the guards. He said I'd robbed a strongbox in the shop and had attacked him when he caught me. He came to see me in prison. He said would still drop the charges if I handed over the money."

"You don't want me to find the money either but can you tell me roughly where it is?"

"I may as well tell you." the boy said, "I won't be able to use it now, will I?"

"Who knows?" Flavius answered trying to sound as serious as possible.

The boy looked at him thoughtfully and nodded.

"There was a savings scheme in school in conjunction with a bank and I opened an account. I'd wrapped my documents in a plastic bag and buried them. The bank assumed I was still at school and didn't mind me giving them money. I used a counter slip."

"Why didn't you tell the guards all this?"

"He warned me not to talk because they'd want their cut. If he didn't get all the money then he wouldn't drop the charges. By the time I'd figured that was wrong I'd got sent to you."

"OK." Flavius began thoughtfully, "How would you describe the guards behaviour?"

"Some of them knew me. I'd done business with some of them. They treated me OK. That's why I was wondering if I was wrong not to tell them."

"You said robbing a strongbox. Were you supposed to be picking the lock or forcing it open?

"Forcing it with a tyre lever then attacking him with it. It had been in the shed and I'd picked it up when I was tidying so it's got my fingerprints on it."

"I'm passing this information onto Senator Germanicus Susitas. He's also a magistrate and he'll investigate. You could only force the strongbox once so if this bank account shows regular payments then it'll support your story. We can think about doing the shopkeeper for perverting the course of justice or maybe he'd prefer paying you compensation to stay out of court."

Flavius paused and smiled, "One last question. What's your name?"

"The boy smiled back, "Gerry, sir."

"OK Gerry." Flavius concluded, "There's something that you need to think about. I don't expect you to trust us but it would be better if someone collected your papers. When you're ready, let me know and I'll arrange it."

Gerry looked at Flavius, unable to believe that anyone was willing to help him. He dare not move but suddenly he burst into tears. Flavius sat unsure what to do before hurrying round to hold him.

Flavius had been looking forward to playing with the boy a little. Gerry would have wanted to react like a free boy but known that he was in Flavius' power. Instead Flavius found himself comforting the boy as he cried out all his fear and tension.

"I'm sorry, sir." he sobbed, "I'm not really a baby but…"

He paused uncertain what to say, "But I've felt safe ever since I've been your prisoner."

"I've known other people who have been trapped." Flavius said softly, "You need to get it out of your system. Jamie reckoned you did OK standing in for me and David accepts you. They don't have time for cowards or wimps so you must be OK."

Gerry's head was on Flavius shoulder. Flavius felt the other boy nod but he didn't speak. Flavius had no idea how long they stood there. He was conscious of their bare chests touching and his hands against Gerry's back. He could also feel Gerry's breathing easing to slow steady breaths.

Somehow it seemed inappropriate to try anything. Gerry just wanted to hold him and Flavius could feel that his cock was remaining flaccid hanging between his legs. His own cock had stirred a little but it also seemed to be accepting the reality of the situation.

Finally Gerry dropped his hands and stepped back. Flavius was tempted to grab his cock feeling it swell under his ministrations but he resisted.

"Go on deck." Flavius commanded, "Tell David that you're to be regarded as a member of the House of Sparta for now. Also tell him that you're to be his personal servant. He was on the streets as well and he'll look after you."

Gerry nodded, pleased with Flavius' orders. He already felt safe with David and wanted to stay near him. Flavius had made it official.

After Gerry had left Flavius put a call through to Germanicus who chuckled as Flavius explained the reason for his call.

"I know you well enough to have expected this call." he said, "We did choose a boy who might need some help rather than just a thug. The guards only found the shopkeeper's fingerprints on the strongbox and he's a bit vague on how much was stolen. At least he's vague enough to cause suspicion. It's odd that the boy knocked him out enough to escape and hide the money yet the shopkeeper refused to see a medic."

"Hang on." Flavius said, "Gerry said that he had handled it so where's his prints?"

"Being charitable it could have been wrapped in a cloth which smudged and wiped the prints. There were smears that fitted in with it being quickly wiped. The shopkeeper's prints could be from when he handled the box to examine the forced lock."

"It still seems a bit odd." Flavius said.

"I agree and so do the guards." Germanicus agreed, "We've examined the town's affairs as part of your overhaul and it was one of the cleanest ones we've checked. The guards are an honest lot. Many know the boy and don't believe the charge."

"Ask the guards to look at it from the perversion of justice point of view. If the case is proved against the boy then I'll pay full market price for him then have him crucified. If the case goes against the shopkeeper then I'll have him in court and see him crucified instead. Don't bribe him to accept an unfair decision but I'll accept him admitting to a mistake and compensating the boy."

"I get the idea." Germanicus said, "Either way the victim is compensated. I'll get onto it."

Sturlunga returned to Bermuda leaving Flavius and his friends to enjoy a working holiday. They did their regular school work, carried out basic training under PO Smits, still managing to spend time to swim and laze around on the beaches. For Flavius the responsibilities of being governor and in command of a major military operation slipped away. Gerry happily settled in and they all forgot the charges against him.

Although it was more fragmented the House of Sparta was still fulfilling its function to allow Flavius to grow up among his peers.

One evening the Emperor rang, "You were right. The security people now reckon that Governor Derulux was in on the plot to put Ignatius on the throne. He's got away with it because he didn't actually do anything. It was all to do with the trafficking and funding the traitors. Once the treaty was signed he sided with the lunatic governor in Columbia.

"I'm ordering General Maximilian to arrest him."

"Yes sir." Flavius replied.

"You're still the commander in the field. Who do you recommend to replace him?"

"Senator Belario." Flavius replied, "It's given to the family isn't it? I feel bad not doing anything for Brutus but his father couldn't cope."

"He's too young anyway. One boy governor is enough. Besides tradition only demands a recommendation. The decision is mine. Governorships are given to families, that's why Derulux's wife, children, their spouses and grandchildren will also be arrested."

"Oh, that doesn't seem fair… I mean…"

"You mean that it doesn't fit in with my reforms." the emperor interrupted, "You're right. The son is probably up to his neck in it. The evidence is piling up against his elder daughter's husband."

The Emperor paused, "This illegal slave trafficking is a side issue. However, the public is very sensitive about innocent kids ending up enslaved. Pictures of youngsters being reunited with their parents will help my reforms but it'll build up so much hatred against the family that I'd get away with arresting distant cousins who they haven't spoken to in twenty years.

"You can treat them as spoils of war. Once Governor Derulux's convicted then you can enslave the family. It'll be better than leaving them to fend for themselves, penniless and homeless. I'm sure you'll defy my wishes to see them punished and find them good homes."

Flavius smiled, "You mean your official wish or your real one, sir?"

The Emperor laughed, "You're learning. I don't want to make war on the innocent so see what you can do. Just remember that in this case, I do want a public show of ruthlessness."

As Flavius was going over the phone call, Captain Svensen asked to see him, looking bemused.

"I've been promoted to Admiral, sir." he said, "I'm to arrest our district commissioner and take over for the time being. Do you know anything about it?"

"Congratulations, Admiral." Flavius grinned, "I did speak to Prince Bjorn about you but I had no idea what they were planning. Let's go and see General Maximilian."

"I've received the written orders." the general said, "Congratulations Admiral. I suggest we drop all pretence of investigating the trafficking and simply take the camp over in force. My men are ready and we can easily modify the plans."

"Would you object if I led the attack?" Admiral Svensen asked, "The complex doesn't straddle the border as you said but it's in a disputed area. I've got a small force of marines but the bulk of the operation will be Roman. It'll look better if I'm in charge rather than be given it by the Roman Empire."

"I see no problem with that. We can still use what intelligence the place has to offer then figure which troops are loyal to the Empire, or in your case Scandinavia. We're going to have the same problem in Columbia so it'll be a useful exercise. I can lend you units to supplement your force but our main force will move into our province to arrest the governor and his family."

"I'll come with you, Admiral." Flavius said.

"You won't." General Maximilian snapped, "You heard him. He has to arrive in charge of his new territory."

"Somehow I think young Flavius wanted to accompany me in slave mode and just be part of it." Admiral Svensen smiled as Flavius nodded, "I can sympathise with that but it's too risky especially with a price on your head."

"I wish people wouldn't keep telling me that." Flavius muttered petulantly, "It makes me feel like an old time gangster."

"I wouldn't worry." General Maximilian laughed, "I know you don't like being reminded that you're still a kid but I reckon it's an achievement for someone your age to worry an organisation like that. You should go home. Leave us to do our jobs and trust us to keep the cooperation going."

"You could be right." Flavius replied, "I'm still the people person though. I'll go when we know where Senator Trevellian stands in all this."

"It makes sense." General Maximilian acknowledged, "But you're to stay here on Sturlunga.

The following day Flavius was happily working with his friends in a boat drill when he was recalled to Sturlunga.

"Derulux has been recalled to Rome." General Maximilian said, "He's refusing to go claiming that the Scandinavians will take advantage of any disorder in our ranks. He's also claiming that you'll help them and that you intend to land at a border post and then invite the Scandinavians to occupy the disputed zone."

General Maximilian looked at Flavius, "It looks as though the aim was to discredit you rather than kill you, sir."

That evening, Gerry found himself beside Flavius on the deck while the House of Sparta discussed events. He turned bright red when his own case was discussed, wondering why all these high ranking officers and officials could be so interested in him. David saw his embarrassment.

"I know how you feel." he said, "I've gone from gang member to slave to chatting with the Emperor over tea. The guy that accused you, abused his position and tried to pervert justice. He's as corrupt as Governor Derulux. They've both got to be stopped."

"Yes but you're here to protect the Empire." Gerry exclaimed, "I'm not that important."

"We adults go after the big things." General Maximilian said, "Flavius goes after small things. At least they seem small and unimportant. In your case, the man was a trader. He tried betraying you. Was it a one off event or is it in his nature to blackmail and cheat? Who is he involved with? You're a crack in the veneer that Flavius is prising open. Is the inside sound or is it rotten and harming his reforms."

Gerry nodded, "I think I see but it still feels odd how everyone is accepting me."

"Betray us then jump overboard and drown before Flavius gets to you." David said quietly but firmly. "Support us and he's the best friend you could have. It takes some getting used to but it's that simple."

"OK, that's fair but why do you take all that stuff from PO Smits, Flavius? That's not friendly."

PO Smits was also intrigued at how the House of Sparta conducted its affairs but was less comfortable sitting with General Maximilian and Admiral Svensen as equals. He would have preferred not to have been included in the conversation.

"PO Smits knows what he's doing." Flavius said, "Because of his training, we could get that hose out and tackle a fire in here before it got a hold. It's OK when there's a reason."

Gerry nodded allowing Flavius to change the subject.

"Governor Derulux has given us a chance to land unopposed. Once the forces split we'll declare the disputed zone as demilitarised. Admiral, your first task as commissioner will be to agree with the new governor to maintain the present border then jointly hear any petitions to adjust it."

"It makes sense." General Maximilian said, "According to our intelligence, Derulux is still expecting you to turn up on some crusade to save the kids."

The General smiled, "He thinks that you're just a kid playing war games with real soldiers. The ISS does have agents near him and fed him the idea that you're excited at the prospects of having a whole new bunch of kids to play with. He probably doesn't completely believe it but he's more relaxed than he should be."

Flavius shrugged, "I don't like it but I understand. If the enemy underestimates us then we have an advantage. The sooner you go the better. I'd like to speak to speak to the men as I did before the raid on the West Quarter."

Early next morning the hangar deck was crowded with officers and privates representing their units.

"Admiral Svensen has proved to be a good friend of the Roman Empire. Those of you assigned to support him will have a chance to repay that friendship." Flavius began, "You will serve the Roman Empire best by behaving like good Scandinavians, acknowledging their flag above our eagle and accepting the authority of their officers. Many of you have seen me give up my rank so as not to disturb the chain of command and leave things to you experts. Scandinavians are experts in their own affairs so I'm not asking you to do something I would not do. Thank you."

"Nice speech." General Maximilian said, "It had quite an effect on the Scandinavians as well. With your permission we'll be off.

The General saluted as Flavius nodded. There was little for Flavius to do as the operation began. He stood near the radios sometimes pacing restlessly as reports came in.

The force landed without problem. The transit camp was secured and the camp officials were detained. There was a small town, scarcely more than a village nearby and residents arrived to watch events. At first they were alarmed to see the Scandinavian flag flying. On Admiral Svensen's order it was lowered and the Roman Eagle was hoisted as Admiral Svensen headed across the border with his combined force.

It was a political gesture more than anything. It showed Scandinavian respect for the border as it was. Once across the border Admiral Svensen's force raised the Scandinavian flag again, this time flying over the Roman units assigned to him. Again it was a clear statement of territorial rights.

Both Governor Derulux and Count Haarken were taken by surprise not only by the forces that had landed but by the cooperation and teamwork shown by both countries. Governor Derulux decided matters by shooting himself before General Maximilian's force arrived to arrest him.

The rest was an anti-climax. The rest of his family was arrested and, on the Emperor's orders, General Maximilian took up residence in the Provincial Palace.

Governor Derulux had been building factories manufacturing drugs in a remote mountain area of his province. Slaves acquired illegally and cheaply had been used in experiments as well as forced to work in appalling conditions. Romans who accepted slavery without question were disgusted by pictures of the wretches, some as young as six who had survived.

The province found the rest of the Empire turning against it even though less than one per cent of the population was involved. Scandinavian opinion was just as revolted and turned against its territory. As trade fell off almost overnight, arrests continued and Senator now Governor Belario arrived to take over. The funds for the bounty on Flavius disappeared and he was able to visit.

As protocol demanded he was greeted by an official reception where he could meet the high and mighty of the province. Senator Belario watched in surprise as one lady looked at Flavius and nearly fainted, recovering just in time to greet him.

"I see you remember your encounter with Slave Flavius." Flavius said smiling, "He has many happy memories of the meeting."

"It's what we were saying before that, Your Excellency." she said, "I'm beginning to see that they're not true. It's spoiling the happy memories I've got."

"Don't let it." Flavius replied, "As I said, the slave remembers your tenderness and passion."

She smiled, curtsied then moved on while Governor Belario watched quizzically.

"Where's Ben and Sam?" Flavius asked innocently.

"They're watching somewhere." Senator Belario replied, "If their father is sober then they're probably on the phone giving him a running commentary."

"You don't mind?"

"No. It's touching really. The hard part is when he asks them for money. They know what it's for so they refuse but they're always upset when they tell me about it."

The reception moved on and proved a great success for everyone except for Senator Derulux's family awaiting their fate in the cells below.

Flavius also visited Admiral Svensen in his new residence. His arrival was much less formal. As he got out of the car he was mobbed by hordes of youngsters allowed off school to greet him. He was unused to signing autographs and being kissed by so many girls. He noticed boys staring at him but seemed a little more reserved.

There were adults present and they seemed just as happy to see him. Police that had been trying to hold back the crowd tried to surround him but it was no use. Flavius glanced at the top of the steps as Commissioner Svensen stepped through the grand entrance. Flavius' heart sank. As a Roman he was guilty of an appalling breach of manners by pandering to the mob rather than greet his host. It did not help when an aide struggled through the crowd to speak with him.

"Commissioner Svensen's compliments, Your Excellency." the aide shouted above the roar, "He apologises for the inadequate policing. Do not concern yourself with the delay."

Flavius nodded relieved. He looked past the police at the crowd.

"Would you let me through, please?" he called out.

A boy nodded and pushed back slightly giving the police a chance. Slowly, the boy edged backwards. It was only slight but it was enough. Finally he reached the grand stairway. He turned to thank the boy who already seemed to be blending back into the crowd but Flavius beckoned him forward.

As the boy struggled back to the stairs Flavius glanced at a striking blonde. She was about his age and there was a look about her that made her stand out. By contrast the boy seemed plain, his clothes just on the borders of fashionable and a little shabby, his face ordinary.

Flavius glanced at Commissioner Svensen seeing a little smile and something else. The scene had actually been staged but it was good news for the territory after the scandals. Flavius mentally shrugged. It wasn't a bad way of being used and it did not do his ego any harm. However, he was going to finish what someone else had started.

Bowing formally, he offered his arm to the girl. She stared wide eyed before recovering and stepping nervously forward. As she took his arm he turned to the boy. He bowed again and offered his other arm though he was grinning broadly and his actions far more theatrical.

The boy was the sort who usually stood in the back, hardly noticed. At first he stood, waiting to become the butt of some joke but as Flavius nodded encouragingly he accepted Flavius' offer. The three of them climbed the steps arm in arm. The crowd yelled excitedly only quieting a little as they reached the top of the staircase. Flavius noticed Jamie and beckoned him over.

"Look after my guests will you, please?" he asked.

As Jamie led them away so Flavius turned to properly greet Commissioner Svensen who grinned cheerfully.

"I'm glad you got into the swing of things." he said, "I agreed to the local schools closing but the definition of local became a little vague. Apparently some have been bussed in."

"It's certainly different." Flavius laughed, "I've never known anything like it."

"Let's get the formal part over with then you can relax."

By the time Flavius could freely mingle he was disappointed to see that the girl was surrounded by admirers and she was shamelessly flirting with all of them. He remained disappointed until she turned to him and smiled. It had no warmth and he felt as if he was being sized up. She recognised something in Flavius' reaction for she turned to the son of a Scandinavian count whose eyes rarely left her cleavage.

On the other hand, Jamie was talking animatedly to the young man.

"This is Olaf." Jamie said, "He loves cars and I was telling him about the collection we found in the Imperial palace."

"You're turning into a bit of a petrol-head yourself." Flavius laughed, "You'll be disappearing to work with your dad soon."

Jamie frowned.

"No I won't." he snapped, "I'm bonded to you. I'm just interested in cars."

Flavius held out his arms to hug him before turning to Olaf.

"So what about you?" Flavius asked, "Are you enjoying myself?"

"Yes. Thank You, Your Excellency." Olaf replied, "It's a great honour. May I ask, do you model yourself on any other great commander?"

"I've never thought about it." Flavius answered, "I don't see myself as a great commander."

"Except in bed." Jamie giggled.

"Watch it or I'll see myself as a great torturer." Flavius half snarled.

"Promises, promises," Jamie giggled again.

Olaf stared in amazement.

"Why do you allow such insolence, Your Excellency?" he asked.

"Jamie's my friend." Flavius said, "I love him dearly and so I have to put up with his appalling manners. So again what about you?"

"There's not much to tell, Your Excellency." Olaf answered, "We have a small farm and I help dad. We're way out of town and near the border so we don't get to meet people much. People have been avoiding the border areas lately."

He paused then added, unable to keep his feelings bottled up any longer, "I don't have many friends because I feel lost around people, Your Excellency."

"You managed today when I asked for help." Flavius said.

"I'm strong enough. Everyone was looking at you, not me, Your Excellency."

"OK. Are you anywhere near Governor Trevellian's province?"

""We're not far. There's some woodland next to us and you can cross the border without realising it."

"I'm visiting some schools while I'm here." Flavius said, "I wonder if I can get yours onto the list."

"I don't know. Why would you want to?" Olaf suddenly stammered, "I mean… I'm sorry… That was rude."

"No it wasn't." Flavius interrupted, "Do you know how many schools I visit? Let's see if we can have some fun at yours."

"I'm sure we can arrange it." Commissioner Svensen said later when Flavius spoke to him, "What are you planning?"

"It may be a lucky break and we have a way into Governor Trevellian's province." Flavius replied, "If Olaf is willing then I'm going to spend a few days with my new found friend."

Commissioner Svensen nodded, "I've no objections to you and your friends visiting when you like as House of Sparta. Anything else and it'll be a prolonged official visit."

Flavius lost his usual good humour for a moment.

"I have Governor Derulux's family and another small matter to deal with. Then I'd like to return.

Governor Belario was just getting used to his new title and greeted Flavius warmly.

"If it's going to be public do you really want the women naked?" he asked, "It's usual to allow them a little modesty in court."

"The Derulux family have already been enslaved by order of the Emperor." Flavius explained grimly, "It's a bit vulgar but it's more of a press statement explaining what's going to happen to them all. I've included Gerry to get it all out of the way in one go."

"It's not vulgar." Governor Belario replied, "If I may suggest. Stick to simple facts without any rhetoric."

Flavius nodded and took his leave. A little later he was seated behind a table in a large hall. Standing on the floor in chains was the Derulux family. Gerry was standing with them, also in chains looking puzzled rather than scared.

After a respectful gap the remainder of the hall was filled with curious spectators and reporters.

"I intend to deal with Gerry Fletcher and Marius Derulux first." Flavius announced as he opened the proceedings, "Their cases have become connected."

Flavius looked at Gerry.

"You have a pleasant enough disposition until you want something." Flavius began, "My friends and I have all noticed your behaviour change at times. You obviously thought that your normal outlook put everybody off guard and so that they would take you at face value. I also warned you not to lie to me."

Gerry was beginning to look scared but Flavius carried remorselessly on, "First, neighbours say that your step-father is a kind gentle man. He is still looking after your older natural brother, encouraging him to get a good education. Apparently it was your flashes of violent temper that made it impossible to stay.

"Next, the guards have been investigating accusations of extortion. No one claims that you did not provide a great service but afterwards you demanded double the agreed price or you would start yelling that you hadn't been paid at all. Cheating on a rent boy would be a cheap sordid business so most paid up."

Flavius took a sip of water, "We found your papers where you said they'd be. Unfortunately for you the guards knew I was interested in your case and checked everything far more carefully than usual. That's how they discovered that your larger deposits coincided with break-ins and other thefts as well as three other cases of assault.

"The guards interviewed the shopkeeper rather more roughly than he deserved but he finally told the truth. His wife had died and he had no other family. He was lonely and was prepared to take you in, maybe even adopt you. He was acting suspiciously because he was so infatuated with you that he was trying to play down the crime. The guards were only called because a neighbour found him unconscious.

I'll let you see a lawyer if you wish and if you disagree with our findings then your case can go to court. It won't affect the sentence I have in mind for you. Is this information false?"

"No Your Excellency." Gerry sobbed, "I'm sorry. Help me please."

"I'm sorry Gerry."Flavius said firmly, "I can't. If you'd been honest I might have been able to do something but now, I just don't trust you. I'm ordering that holes be made in your wrists and ankles and that they be kept open with sleepers. Your hands will make fists and you will unable to open them. It won't matter because you will screwed to a trolley or barrow and spend the remainder of your life carrying baggage for visitors arriving at the station.

"Don't worry because, apart from minimum food and drink the money you earn will go in compensation to your victims. When they have all been paid, you will be crucified. The nails will go through the holes so you will not suffer blood loss. You will be given enough sugar water and salt to prevent dehydration so that we can keep you in torment for as long as possible.

"Because of the lies, I'm ordering that your vocal chords be removed and your ear drums cut so that you can never lie again."

Gerry collapsed to the floor sobbing in terror. He tried pleading but as he opened his mouth a guard rammed a rag in effectively gagging him. He was dragged back to his feet as Flavius turned his attention to Marius.

The boy was about seventeen, good looking and powerfully built but at that moment was terrified of Flavius.

"You've been enslaved because of your families activities." Flavius said, "It's the law and on the Emperor's orders but I don't agree with it."

Openly disagreeing with an Emperor's order was tantamount to treason. A shocked gasp of amazement rippled around the hall. There was also a morbid curiosity for what Flavius had planned for Marius.

"I have affidavits from two families saying you helped their children to escape. Your personal body slave was free of scars or any sign of excessive injuries. Other palace staff report that you were constantly in trouble for being too soft on slaves. You were involved in some of your families activities but everything I've heard suggests that you had little choice.

"I cannot defy the Emperor and leave you free. However, I can offer you to Mr. Stokes, the shopkeeper I mentioned in Gerry's case. I understand that he is a kindly man who wants companionship more than anything. Earn his trust and I'll have no objections if he frees you, later. Betray him and you follow Gerry."

Flavius paused again, this time for effect, "You no longer have titles or influence. Get used to it. You do have a chance with a man who will treat you well. Make the most of it."

Flavius paused again, "Now for the rest of the Derulux's. The world is disgusted by your behaviour. Making children as young as six fight as gladiators for your entertainment is sick. Making them fight wild animals, encouraging animals to fuck them for your entertainment is beyond words.

"Using slaves of any age to test your drugs and their addictiveness is beyond any decent usage of a slave. Your under age children will be given to owners who can ascertain whether they have your warped minds. Those that don't will be allowed a chance to earn their freedom.

"As adults you have all taken part in these activities so now you can be on the receiving end. I have purchased a pen beside the forum and that is where you will be kept. For a fee you will perform any act asked for. The only restriction is that you may not be injured so badly that you cannot continue.

"Further, between performances your arms will be held to either side of your shoulders by iron bars attached to a collar and you you will be available to be handled by anyone who wants to."

Flavius smiled grimly, "You will all be given doses of the same drugs you used in your experiments. You will cooperate or experience the withdrawal symptoms they cause. Take them all away."

As the guards obeyed a reporter stood up.

"Excuse me Your Excellency but can you tell me what sort of acts you have in mind?"

"I heard a couple of young boys in the market." Flavius said, "They were wondering what was the largest fruit that could be shoved into a woman. I've never seen a woman whipped on her front. It would be interesting to see the results of a few lashes across her breasts."

"Do have anything in mind for the males, Your Excellency?" another reporter asked.

Flavius shrugged, "Making them fight? Loser gets fucked by something unpleasant. They were proud Roman nobles. Making them perform in public will show them that they're the lowest of all slaves. Maybe they should all suck the youngest one off. Let them publicly taint the mouths that could have been speaking in the senate."

"Excuse me for being indelicate, Your Excellency," a third reporter asked, "But aren't some of your own activities a little… er… inappropriate?"

Flavius frowned then smiled, "Mine aren't but then I have slave Flavius."

The reporter grinned before adding, "I was also thinking of your young companion and his friend."

"There's a big difference. Don't suggest to them that I'm treating them badly. You'll be lucky to escape alive."

"Thank you, Your Excellency." the reporter said, "I've met them. They are very much their own people. Given your remarks about using child slaves, it was a point that needed clarifying."

Flavius nodded. The reporter seemed to be honest and straightforward so Flavius was not concerned with the question. As news of the punishments that Flavius had given out spread so the whole of the Empire and Scandinavia shuddered.

Even the Emperor felt a little uneasy when he phoned Flavius.

"A lot of the guards trusted Gerry, sir." Flavius explained, "They feel betrayed and so do the market traders. He's not all bad though. I like him and it'll depend just how deep feelings are against him. They do have a precedent to challenge decisions from above and I'll not oppose any appeals put in."

"That's why you publicly disagreed with my orders." the Emperor exclaimed, "I wondered."

"It wasn't the only reason, sir." Flavius said, "We're both accused of being soft but I don't think that there's a punishment severe enough to suit what the Derulux family was doing. Marius was the exception. I may have defied you in that but it was the exception that was in line with your reforms, sir."

"I agree with your assessment." the Emperor said, "You really are learning about politics, aren't you?"

"I hope not." Flavius laughed, "I'm releasing the dossier we have on them. I don't think that there'll be much sympathy for them."

"Justifying yourself to the mob." the Emperor exclaimed, "You've been mixing with the Scandinavians too much. Still in this case, I agree with you. What are your plans now?"

"The preparations for Columbia are nearly ready." Flavius replied, "It'll be be better if I stay out of their hair until it begins so I'm I'm going to spend some time with Olaf's family. On the surface it'll be like a student exchange to let me experience Scandinavian schools. I'll also be close as I can get to Governor Trevellian's province. It's illegal but kids cross the border and visit each other. Our drink laws are more lax and ours think they have more freedom over there."

"And do they?"

"It depends on the governor and how scared he is of conspiracies."

"So you think Trevellian is?

"Possibly but even a good governor can feel insecure."

"Very well. You have my approval. Just don't get arrested as an illegal alien by either country."

Chapter 12

"It still feels wrong just calling you Flavius." Olaf said, "My parents seem OK with it but I still see you on the stairs greeting Commissioner Svensen."

"You know why I'm here." Flavius replied, "Think of it as an undercover operation."

"Yes but you've said that I should be just as informal with His Royal Highness if I meet him, I should just say Bjorn."

"Let's just say it's my thanks for helping me." Flavius grinned, "If I can get you to relax with us then you can relax with anyone."

Olaf grinned and did not say anything more as they entered the school. The other students watched them uncertainly. Although he kept the Sparta chain around his neck he was wearing shorts and t-shirt rather than his usual tunic. A few other boys wore shorts but most preferred long trousers or jeans.

Since Olaf was older, he was in a different class but he showed Flavius to his before going to his own.

Flavius found a seat, preparing to stand respectfully when the teacher entered. Surprised that no other student bothered he managed to remain seated and not look foolish.

"We have a temporary student for a couple of weeks." the teacher said, "Would he stand and introduce himself."

Despite speaking in the senate and at various functions Flavius found himself shy and nervous at speaking in front of his peers and being appraised by them. Everyone knew that Olaf had met Flavius but no one could quite believe that a world famous superstar would stay friends with a nobody like Olaf or that he could be attending school just like them.

"My name is Flavius Aulus." he began, "In a Roman school I would just be ignored so I'm not sure what I should say."

He remained standing looking at the teacher who realised that he was being expected to advise.

"There's a lot of rumours that you're the boy governor. What do you say to that?"

"People who don't like him call him the brat governor, sir." Flavius replied, "Officially he's leading a war against drugs. That's when he wears badges or regalia that shows his rank. As I'm not wearing anything like that I'm just a visiting student hoping that Scandinavian maths is easier than Roman maths."

The teacher smiled as the students chuckled.

"Very well, thank you, Flavius. This is literature and composition. It may be a good time to discuss preparing a talk or a speech. Let's say it's about your typical day. How would you begin, Flavius?"

"I'd speak to my advisers and find out what people want to hear." Flavius answered brightly to another round of laughter.

"Actually that is a good point." the teacher said, "An audience of nutritionists might be interested in your meals while teachers would be interested in your studies. In this case we're simply talking about your fellow students. What advisers would you speak to, Flavius?"

Flavius was impressed. He had been struck by the informality and apparent lack of discipline. As a result he had underestimated the teacher and had been put on the spot. It was he who was expected to give a reply now.

"Back home I would have had a warning for not taking the lesson seriously, sir." he replied, "I think I need advice on how to make a livelier, more relaxed type of speech. I can give a speech in the senate but I meet a lot of people in much less formal situations. I find it difficult to adapt."

"Welcome to the class, Flavius," the teacher said, "I think it's going to be an interesting visit."

While Flavius was genuinely interested in the school's teaching methods, he found the task of building Olaf's just as absorbing. He got his first chance during the lunch break. It was a warm day. Olaf had joined Flavius and some of his classmates. What was obviously the school bully and a couple of his cronies swaggered over.

"We're still hungry." the bully snapped, "You lot will want to share won't you. Oh we'll need a collection to pay for some drinks."

"I don't think so." Flavius murmured gently. If Jamie had been there, he would have been groaning, 'Here we go again'. However because of the way the Scandinavian school system worked he was at another school.

"You haven't got the fucking Roman Army protecting you now." the bully yelled, "You do things our way."

"That depends." Flavius said calmly, "Are you going to make me yourself or do you need your goons to fight your battle."

The bully was about two years older than Flavius, correspondingly bigger and strong from working on a farm. Flavius also suspected that he knew how to handle himself in a fight. Given all the advantages he had, he would have lost considerable face if he had not told his friends to back off.

Flavius stood up watching the other youth warily. It was as well that he did because the bully charged forward swinging his fist at Flavius' head. The boy was fast but Flavius was faster. He ducked. He was not properly balanced and in no real position to do anything but the boy had been bracing himself for the impact so when his fist continued through empty air, he found himself off balance as well.

It had been an ungainly, clumsy fight so far. As he dropped Flavius saw his chance. He had landed properly and pushed upwards driving his fist upwards into the bully's balls who was still unbalanced. As his face screwed up with pain and his legs buckled, he went sprawling on the ground.

Flavius stepped back knowing the fight wasn't over. As the bully pulled himself back up, Flavius saw a flash of steel in his hand. The bully held the knife expertly aiming low ready for an upward stroke under Flavius ribs. He tossed the knife from hand to hand.

Many would be unnerved by such a display of confidence but Flavius took in his whole body and there was fear in his eyes. His groin still hurt as a reminder that Flavius had beaten him once and Flavius still looked confident.

He also remembered that he was letting a fight spiral out of control and that wounding or killing Flavius would have consequences he barely understood yet he would lose face if he backed out now.

The boy almost breathed a sigh of relief when an adult yelled, "Let me through."

He lowered his arms and looked towards the voice. Flavius acted. Some watchers remember him grabbing the other boy's wrist. Some remember his leg hooking round the bully's leg but most simply took in the fact that the bully was on the ground, face screwed up with pain with Flavius standing over him, one foot in the other's armpit. Flavius was gripping the other boys wrist with one hand while taking the knife with the other.

As the teacher took in the scene Flavius was saying, "Do you see what I mean now? You can't drop your guard for an instant. If this was a real fight I'd be twisting your arm out of its socket before slitting your throat."

He changed his stance then offered his hand to help the boy up. He was being offered an escape route out of a lot of trouble and took it as Flavius added, "That's why Olaf would be a much more dangerous opponent. He's far harder to read and less easily distracted. I'd hate to play him at poker."

"Is everything all right here?" the teacher asked, "Aulus?"

"Everything's fine sir." Flavius replied, "We were just discussing unarmed combat. I'm sorry if we went too far."

"Dassen, are you hurt?"

"I fell awkwardly, sir." the boy answered, "I'll be OK."

"I should put you both on report for using knives on school premises. Since it's Flavius' first day, I'll let it pass. Now let's break this up or you can all return to your class early."

Flavius was pleased with himself. He noticed a lot of students eyeing Olaf curiously as if seeing him for the first time and Dassen was looking at him, still angry but also with a slightly lost, confused air.

"Still hungry?" Flavius asked, "Olaf's mother did far too many sandwiches for me."

"Fuck you." Dassen yelled furiously, "Just stay out of my way."

"I don't let angry people fuck me." Flavius replied calmly, "They don't know when to stop."

Dassen stared at him. It was slowly beginning to register that Flavius was not sneering at him or putting him down in front of his friends. He was bright enough to realise that he was doing it to himself. Suddenly he shuddered. For a moment it looked as if he was about to burst into tears but he recovered.

Anxious to save what face he could he asked, "What about my mates?"

"I tell you what. Let's pool everything and see what we have."

"I haven't got anything." Dassen replied defeated.

"You never know." Flavius countered, "I'm hoping you may have something I need."

"Yeah right, Mister Rich Kid."

"Why don't we sit down and find out."

Flavius found a shady tree before settling down and offering around his sandwiches.

"I need to know to know what Governor Trevellian is up to. I'd like to quietly visit his province. You slip across for booze don't you?"

"Forget it." Lars Dassen replied, "It was always risky. If the troops stopped us they confiscated the booze and we'd be out of pocket. If we had any drugs we'd be arrested. It's worse now that the Derulux guy's gone.

"How come?" Flavius asked, "Surely he wants to take over the drug routes?"

"Nah, not him. I don't get the high up stuff but what they said was that he had troops stopping stuff from Derulux's lot. Now he's shifting them along the border with us."

"So does he deal in drugs?" Flavius asked.

Dassen shook his head, "What I hear is, a group of senators or whatever they are doing it but blaming him."

At that moment the bell for classes rang.

"Shit." Flavius exclaimed angrily, "It's my first day and I've got to use my rank. Come with me."

As Flavius became governor no one saw fit to argue with him as he marched confidently to the office.

"I'm sorry about this but I need to conduct Imperial business. These students are assisting me."

The receptionist looked startled but had been warned.

"Yes of course… Your Excellency." she replied, "We were warned that this could happen, the deputy principal's office has been set aside for you."

Once settled inside Flavius phoned the Emperor.

"I'm on speaker phone, sir." Flavius said, "And I have friends with me. The intelligence I have is that Governor Trevellian is being undermined by his senate, or at least a part of it."

"Hmm. It's taken the ISS two weeks to come to the same conclusion. Do you have names?"

"No sir." Flavius, "I'd like to speak with Governor Trevellian directly and in secret. The trouble is, he's old guard, doesn't like me or my reforms and he won't like me entering his province with the help of a booze smuggler and school bully."

"He won't mind the bully part." the Emperor laughed, "He believes in keeping the lower orders in line. Kieran's listening at this end and pulled the list of security risks for your stay. Are we talking about Lars Dassen?

"Yes sir." Flavius said, "We tried a practice knife fight and we're friends now."

"You must stop this bullying. According to this he's only twice your size. Lars if you're there, be careful. If you've made a friend of Flavius then you're extremely lucky. I say be careful because you shouldn't even think of betraying him."

"Yes sir." Lars replied uncertainly.

Flavius grinned, "Will Governor Trevellian agree to this meeting?"

"He will. Just tell me where and when."

"Lars, where do you suggest."

"How about the Claw and Talon Tavern in Goldberg. It's a bit posh and kicks us sort out but it might work for you. How will you get there? My old heap's fucked."

"We'll get you a new car. Just don't flaunt it until Flavius has finished his business there."

"What… I mean…" Lars stammered before pulling himself together, "No sir."

"I'll send it as an Imperial Edict to Governor Trevellian with instructions that he must personally destroy it and not leave it to his slaves. I'll inform you of the time and date.

"Well done Flavius. You remembered that I don't want any more provinces in turmoil. Let's see if Trevellian can sort his own mess out with a little help. Good Bye."

"Good Bye, Your Imperial Highness." Flavius replied.

The others stared at him.

"Was that your Emperor?" Lars managed to gasp.

"It sure was." Flavius grinned, "If you want to be formal, you're now a special operations unit involved in the combined Atlantic forces operation to eradicate the drugs trade."

"Bloody Hell." Olaf exclaimed.

"Do you know what the worst part is?" Flavius asked.

No one spoke.

"We need to go back to class and act as if nothing's happening. It's important."

As they left the office, thanking the receptionist for her help, Flavius was called into the principal's office.

"My briefing says that you be allowed time to undertake duties. My problem is, I find it difficult to understand what official duties may involve Dassen. He's a troublemaker."

"His father is a bully and a drunk, sir." Flavius said, "I know that from my reports. My personal assessment is that it leaves him angry and frustrated. When it comes to some of my more secret duties, troublemakers have uses, sir."

"I agree with you about Lars." the principal said, "Do you give me your word that this disruption is necessary."

"Yes sir." Flavius replied, "I can arrange for you to speak to my Emperor or even your King Æirik if it would help."

"Your word's good enough." the Principal smiled, "Do you need anything else?"

"No thank you, sir." Flavius replied then grinned, "It sometimes takes time to wind down after being involved in this sort of thing. Just go easy if we get sent to you for misbehaving in class."

The Principal laughed, dismissing Flavius. He felt privileged to have an insight into Flavius' desire to escape his position. It was Lars' teachers who noticed the biggest improvement. For once he was thoughtful, quiet, polite and not disruptive.

It was the car showroom that suffered the most disruption. Lars was known. In such a small town it was not surprising. When a small gang of youths with him at the centre started looking around top of the range off road vehicles, the management immediately called the police.

Flavius stood back allowing Olaf and Lars to happily argue over the merits of each model. Lars was favouring an open back vehicle large enough to seat five inside while Olaf preferred a rugged multi terrain SUV.

Lars was in a dream. For a few hours he had escaped the squalid realities of his life. He was only in school because Scandinavian law demanded it. As the police car drew up the dream seemed to evaporate.

"OK lads. We don't want any trouble." the policeman said, "Why don't you move along and stop disturbing the customers."

"We're just choosing what we'd like." Flavius said brightly, "I don't know why people get so excited over lumps of metal, do you?"

Flavius was a stranger to the policeman. He had heard a rumour that the Roman boy governor was visiting but he would not be associating himself with the likes of Lars Dessan.

"That's all very well." he said, "But maybe you should come back when you can afford to buy one. In your case, when you're old enough to drive."

Flavius was in a playful mood. Although the policemen seemed pleasant enough he could not resist a little game.

"I've driven a tank. Does that count?"

"No. Unless you show me that you're genuine customers you either leave or I'll arrest you all."

"How can I do that? We might decide we don't like anything here and move on."

"Last chance."

"To do what? Prove we're a customer or move on."

In a practised movement the policeman swung Flavius round and handcuffed his hands behind his back. The policeman was left with the feeling that Flavius had allowed it to happen.

"OK, you're under arrest." What's your name."

"Flavius Aulus."

"You're close to a caning for wasting police time. What's your name?"

"Flavius Aulus. My wallet's in my back pocket."

The policeman examined the Roman ID and the local school pass.

"I'm still not convinced. Flavius Aulus is supposed to be an extremely polite young man. I can't imagine him hanging around no hopers like Lars, either."

"He can be rude if doesn't want a policeman coming to attention and saluting." Flavius replied, "My visit's not exactly a secret but I'm less likely to be recognised standing like this. Oh and Lars is a nice fellow when he stops being angry."

"So what do you want me to do now?"

"Look as if you're taking down our details but get the details of what extras Lars and Olaf want for their cars. Escort us off the premises and release us. Then when you see the showroom manager, order the cars for us. I'll see that my palace staff contact him tomorrow to arrange transfer of funds."

"All this subterfuge is pointless. People will notice when they start driving them."

"I just want to be discreet for a couple of days. It won't matter then."

"Very well. Anything else?"

"Like I said, my presence here is not secret and officially, it's a holiday. If anyone starts nosing around and probing deeper will you let me know, please?"

Flavius had forgotten that he had arranged to meet Jamie who arrived just as the policeman was removing the cuffs.

"You in trouble again?" Jamie asked innocently, "You wait 'til David hears about it."

"I hope not." Flavius replied, "Just arranging a trip."

"I bet it's not sightseeing." Jamie laughed, "And I bet you're not going to tell me in front of a guard."

"Policeman." Flavius corrected, "They're a separate force in Scandinavia, not a branch of the military."

"You're not planning anything illegal, are you?" the policeman asked, "I don't want to be involved in a diplomatic incident."

"Are you in charge here?" Flavius asked.

The policeman nodded, "I'm a senior constable and I've got a couple constables under me. It's all a town this size rates."

"I don't think I'll be breaking Scandinavian law but I might be bending it." Flavius said, "I could arrange for your provincial palace, I mean Regional Ministry to phone you. At least you'd know everything was OK."

The policeman grinned, "That won't be necessary, sir. You're saving me work with your anti-drugs operations. If you assure me it's to do with that then you've got my full support."

The conversation was taking longer than it should for a simple check on a group of troublemakers.

On his last day Flavius would make a semi-official to the police station, formally thanking the policeman for his help. For now he just sauntered insolently away leaving the others to follow.

"You can't go home, you know, Lars." Olaf said, "If he hears that some kid got the better of you in a fight, you'll end up in hospital."

"It was pay-day, yesterday." Lars replied, "He's probably still out of it. I'll be OK."

"No, you're staying with us." Olaf said, "Mum says I should make more friends. I'm starting with you."

"I don't suppose she'll want you mixing with me, though."

Olaf laughed, "You're right. She's a bit of a snob so she won't argue if Flavius insists."

The following day at school everyone noticed the changes in both Olaf and Lars. Olaf was far more confident while Lars was still quiet, becoming especially interested in geography and history. The main loser was his old gang who suddenly found itself leaderless.

Olaf's parents had quickly got used to Flavius, glad that their son found a friend at last. They were a little worried by Lars, his second choice but he quickly settled in, made himself useful around the farm and if no one else was around he enjoyed helping Olaf's mother with the cooking.

The trip to see Governor Trevellian was almost an anti-climax. They picked up the vehicles just before they were due to go. Instead of calling the police, the manager fawned over Flavius offering him a seat in his office and personally fetching a drink. He even managed to call Lars, Mr. Dassen.

Once the documents were signed they were off. Flavius noticed a police car discreetly following them for a time. As it turned off they were alone until they approached Goldberg.

"Are you sure you want us to stay with you?" Lars asked, "We can wait outside."

"You know what's going on." Flavius said, "You didn't realise it but you spoke up for him to the Emperor. He owes you."

Governor Trevellian did not see it that way at first. He was stiffly polite to Flavius and refused to acknowledge the others' existence."

"Governor, there is a great deal of pressure to have you called to Rome. You may be innocent but you can't run a province and defend yourself against a constant stream of accusations. My two underlings as you call them inform me that you're being undermined by a clique of provincial senators. Now, do you want help or don't you?"

"I take it that your rudeness is part of the new etiquette I've been hearing so much about."

"I don't mean to be rude to you or insult your rank. Apart from those of us sitting round this table what other allies do you have?"

"I do not need allies." Governor Trevellian said stiffly.

"Governor, charges have to be answered even trumped up ones. While you're defending yourself shut safely in your palace, what is happening to the province as the uncertainty increases?"

"It's duty is to the Emperor through me." he started off just as stiffly then relaxed, "but I'm being seen as the disloyal one. Very well. I accept I need help."

"I ask for help all the time." Flavius said quietly, "I know it's not very Roman but sometimes it's necessary."

"So what do you propose?"

"Issue a public statement." Flavius paused and grinned, "I know, that's not very Roman either. I use a freeborn friend of mine. He looks good, speaks well and is very discreet. You could ask Olaf here. He's unknown and will disappear back across the border. He's got a teacher who knows a thing or two about preparing speeches."

"You've told me how to make the statement now tell me what it should say."

"That you're asking the Emperor to release Senator Germanicus Susitas from his duties in Rome to audit the province. Add that you'll offer the same cooperation that the Emperor gives him."

Senator Trevellian stared thoughtfully at Flavius.

"Where do you get mentioned in all this?" Senator Trevellian asked.

"I don't." Flavius replied irritably.

"Forgive me. That was crass. You realise that I'd be aligning myself to the Emperor and his reforms."

Flavius nodded, "He appreciates people who speak honestly to him. You may not agree with him but he'll listen and take in what you say."

Senator Trevellian seemed to see Lars and Olaf for the first time.

"If plain speaking is now the fashion, may I ask, what do you expect from being involved?"

"I think I've got away from my old man." Lars replied, "I've probably left it too late but I'm wondering whether I could catch up then go on and study science."

"With young Aulus supporting you I would imagine you could build a rocket and fly to the moon." Senator Trevellian said before turning back to Flavius, "What do you intend doing now?"

"Buy some bootleg booze and smuggle it across the border." Flavius said, "It's the cover for this trip."

"I envy you." Senator Trevellian said, "You're young enough to see it all as a game."

He saw Flavius frown and continued, "Enjoy it while you can. One day you'll be betrayed or attacked once too often and you'll find yourself an old, bitter adult. You might also be lucky and meet some whipper-snapper who restores your faith in human nature."

The rest of his time staying with Olaf was quiet. He found his time as a student interesting comparing the differences between the two school systems and he watched as Olaf and Lars became firm friends. He stayed behind when they made another private trip into Governor Trevellian's province.

At Flavius' request Olaf's parents tuned into a Roman news broadcast and watched amazed as their son read out Governor Trevellian's announcement. Wearing a Roman half tunic with his muscular body catching the sun he spoke in a calm authoritative voice.

Enough students had seen the broadcast and suddenly Olaf was a star.

The result of the broadcast was as dramatic for Governor Trevellian. Suddenly he was seen to have Imperial support. By now Germanicus had a fearsome reputation for rooting out corruption. Just on the strength of the broadcast, one senator committed suicide and two others began selling up.

Others had been involved in drugs rackets but were less impressed. However the balance of power had swung back to the Governor. It was the suddenness of the announcement that had the impact. It didn't filter down from the governor to be diluted, used or deliberately misinterpreted.

Back in town and the school, there were rumours that Lars was involved but he stayed mainly in the background. For the first time in as long as he could remember he was happy. He knew that it could not last. When Flavius left, Olaf's parents might be less keen on a long term lodger and even now if he was alone in town and bumped into his father or the cousins he had previously hung out with then he was under pressure to look out for his family.

It meant providing the muscle and brains that his cousins lacked as they swaggered around the town and also it meant obtaining drink for his father. He had considered joining the army but he did not pass the physical. A drunken blow from his father had damaged his hearing in one ear.

He was puzzled rather than worried when he was told to go to the deputy principal's office that Flavius had used once or twice.

Jamie was standing outside.

"He's provincial governor for now." he said, "Treat him that way. Don't worry he's got a good reason."

Jamie opened the door and ushered Lars in, guiding him to stand respectfully in front of the desk. It was a little humiliating to stand there for a boy younger than he was but he followed Jamie's advice and waited.

"There are rules on how I use my position to help people." Flavius began, "I made most of them up and most of my friends seem to accept them. I could phone up a Roman University, offer lots of money and say find a place for you. If I did, it would undermine the education reforms and lay me open to accusations of corruption."

Lars nodded wondering where it was all leading as Flavius continued, "Governor Belario is a good man and is willing to meet you. If you impress him then he may take you on as a bonded man or a full slave so that you work for him. In exchange he will actively encourage you to study and any ownership of you will end when you graduate.

"He adopted a couple of street kids whose father was an alcoholic and there's a good few others who sneak into his slave quarters for a hot a meal and a warm bed. He turns a blind eye to far more than I do."

Flavius paused before concluding, "You can take as long as you like to decide and you'll have to meet him so that you can both get to know each other. I'm sorry that I can't do more."

"I don't like the idea of becoming a slave, er sir." Lars replied.

"No, I suppose not. It's a part of Roman culture that slavery is unnatural and that everyone should have some hope for freedom. It's talked about a lot but Governor Belario does act on it. Don't forget I know your background. With your history of convictions and your school record what sort of job can you expect here?"

""There's something I don't understand. If you know so much about me, how come I even got close to you?"

"Olaf seemed to think that you were a different person when you were alone. I needed help to sneak across the border and you were a possible candidate. You took the initiative in meeting me and responded to the openings I gave you."

"So your friendship was a sham. You were just sizing me up and using me."

"As governor I was. The visiting student got to like you. I've told you about the House of Sparta and how I separate my governorship from the slave. I'm offering as much as the governor can. As a visiting student what can I do?"

"That other governor said that with your support I could get to the moon. It's just the slave thing."

"I understand." Flavius said, "Why not visit and just treat it as a holiday?"

"And get away from my family for a few days." Suddenly he straightened, bowed his head, saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency. I have a full tank of fuel, may I leave now?"

It was time for Flavius to leave. Dressed formally, he thanked the school principal for his hospitality in front of the entire school. His visit to the police station was unexpected. The senior policeman was there coming to attention as the other policeman on duty sprang to attention. Somehow, Flavius made it look as if he was inspecting the guard before thanking them for their patience at his behaviour.

It impressed the policemen enough to lead his car to the airport, lights flashing in an impromptu cavalcade.

Now that Governor Trevellian was partially aligning himself to the Emperor's reforms Flavius could make an official visit. Although he felt welcome during his visit he had little to do. His role was simply to support the Governor by standing beside him.

He travelled on to visit Governor Belario. It was not a formal visit, even so he arrived to a very formal reception, a way for Governor Belario to show his esteem for Flavius. It would have remained highly formal if Governor Belario had not decided that his two adopted sons, Ben and Sam, as well as his natural grandson, Amicus should stand beside him to greet Flavius properly.

It went well. Ben and Sam bowed and made the formal greeting. Just as Governor Belario breathed a sigh of relief, Sam turned, grabbed a slave and pulled him forward.

"This is Lars. His father's a drunk like ours. He's our bodyguard and looks after us if we go out."

Governor Belario raised his eyes in despairing prayer. Amicus could not help himself and started giggling while Lars just looked embarrassed.

Flavius could not hold back his own laughter.

"They nearly made it, Governor." Flavius said before turning to Sam, "Lars is a friend of mine. I'll greet him later. For now we both have our duties."

Sam looked crestfallen, realising just how badly he had behaved. Flavius moved on. Later as everyone relaxed, Flavius called Ben and Sam over. Lars dutifully followed.

Flavius nodded his head in a brief bow towards Sam and asked in a formal tone, "May I speak with your slave."

Sam, trying to make up for his earlier mistake replied with a his own bow and ,"Of course Your Excellency. He's yours for as long as you want."

He waited for Flavius' acknowledgement then spoilt it by adding, "You see I can do it right."

"So you're staying?" Flavius asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency. I'm sorry about the greeting earlier. They took me by surprise."

"Don't worry. I know Sam. He's just young and got too much energy. How about you. Are you OK?"

He shrugged, "I suppose so. I'm in a class of fourteen year olds and struggling a bit. I have to call Ben and Sam, Young Masters in public and I'm not used to Roman tunics. It's embarrassing. In private I can sit with the governor's family and I have my own rooms."

He paused but Flavius just waited, "I'm trying to stick with it but the governor might get fed up with me. He showed us all how to behave tonight and I was supposed to remind Ben and Sam. I've made a muck of things, like always."

"I wouldn't worry about it." Flavius smiled, "He didn't jump up and kiss me so you must be doing something right."

In his turn, Lars smiled his thanks.

"Oh and Jamie wants to spend time with Ben and Sam tonight so my bed will be empty. I'm wondering who I can to find to fill it and slave Flavius."

"I thought I could be crucified for that." Lars said, smiling.

"No, only if you fuck the governor. Slave Flavius simply serves his betters."

"I'm still not sure if I qualify."

"I've seen your cock. You qualify. I hope mine's as big when I'm your age."

Ben, Sam and Jamie had drifted across. Governor Belario also joined them catching Flavius' last comment.

"According to Senator Menestro what you don't have in size, you make up for in energy." he laughed.

"Is that a challenge?" Flavius asked laughter evident in his own eyes, "To tire your slave out so much that he can't do his duties?"

"Why not?" Governor Belario said seriously, "I'm happy to help him on your recommendation. Being bonded is so much less formal and I hope he feels part of the family. It also gives him a little authority over Ben and Sam.

"The schools here still need a good shake up. In public he's willing to act like a slave. You know how nobles feel about about free men getting special privileges so it's partly politics. However I made it clear to the school that he's my protégé so he's pushing the schools the way you did. It either treats him according to his abilities or defies the provincial palace."

"And you're happy with all that, Lars?" Flavius asked.

Lars shrugged, "It's all so different. I feel like a slob sometimes because I behave like I did at home, I mean Dad's."

"He's still your Dad so it is your home." Governor Belario said.

"No. If he'd had a few beers he'd be laying into me for forgetting where I belong. You understand and don't make me feel bad. I felt so bad when I got a couple of beers and put my feet up on that table. I didn't know it was Lady Cervinia's mother's. I listen to your friends talk about the wine you offer. I just drink beer. I don't think about it."

"And my majordomo's been giving you tasting sessions in the cellar, hasn't he?" Governor Belario said, "Have you learnt anything?"

"I think so. He's not in trouble is he?"

"No of course not. He asked my permission first. Next time you want to put your feet up and swill I'll join you if you're watching a match. We'll just choose the table more carefully."

Lars grinned, "And I'm sorry, I should be calling you Master' This is a formal function."

"Yes you should but Flavius is the only guest who would deign to speak with a mere slave. I don't think he'll complain. Enjoy yourselves tonight."

Later Flavius discovered that not only Lars cock was large but he had a terrific amount of energy. They were both exhausted when they settled down to sleep though Lars body was probably the more bruised and scratched but he was content.

Chapter 13

"As you've heard, the Emperor wants us to delay the invasion of Columbia for a month." General Maximilian said, "It's political. However careful we are, Roman soldiers are going to get killed."

"Yes I know." Flavius replied, "Some of our generals still see them as the enemy and talk about them surrendering. The legions on rotation are not the enemy, they're just caught between Governor Cedosian's propaganda and ours. Even tuning crystals have been confiscated so that they can only tune into his stations."

"And he wants you to go home." General Maximilian stated.

Flavius nodded, "That's right. He wants to exploit the drugs campaign more and separate the Columbian invasion from it. I've only been on the fringes of things, I don't know why I'm needed."

"I know. The Chiefs of Staffs had a choice; get themselves sorted or have a fifteen year old boy breathing down their necks." General Maximilian laughed, "You've still played to your strengths. Taking part in that first raid to stop that boat, sneaking across the border to help Governor Trevellian, even visiting Governor Derulux makes you something of a hero."

Flavius frowned, "That's all secret."

"Gracchus wasn't and it suits the Emperor to leak the rest." General Maximilian retorted, "Three provinces sorted with scarcely any bloodshed. Columbia's going to be different and he wants to prepare the people. You're to sail on the Sturlunga aren't you?"

Flavius nodded, "I've got school work to catch up and there's some seaman's exams that PO Smits wants to sign me off on. I sometimes think it's all a bit silly though."

"It's you, Flavius, "You could walk away from your education and say you don't need it but you won't. You like learning for it's own sake and you lead from the front. You can't tell everyone else that education is important then ignore yours."

So far as the Emperor was concerned, Flavius was his most successful general; famous and popular, leading a victorious campaign. Maybe Flavius had not issued a single command nor planned any of the campaign but without him none of it would have been possible.

The Emperor wanted to do something for Flavius as a reward but it was difficult to know what. He also wanted to be there when Flavius returned, reminding everyone that Flavius was his general. It was time to visit his son Julius again. He phoned Flavius' provincial palace.

"Hello Craig." he said when he was put through, "I'm making another of my informal visits but I intend staying with the Crevellios until Flavius returns. It's his palace and capital. He can greet me at the reception."

"Yes sir." Craig replied, "I'll send Brian to liaise between you and the palace."

"Thank you."

As the Emperor hung up he smiled to himself. Even incognito word would get around that he was favouring the Crevelios. Flavius was concerned that one of his most loyal friends was not getting any of the advancements that others had received. Patronage that his visit would demonstrate would help redress the balance.

It helped that as Lord Crevelio became increasingly confused by the relationship between his son, Brutus, and the slave Lukas so he became more relaxed with the Emperor. Lukas was also relaxed when he acted as guide, bringing the work in the vineyard to life in a way that kept the Emperor's interest making the visit a pleasant interlude.

Unfortunately everyone had forgotten the interest in Flavius and the excitement being generated by his return.

It was the afternoon on the day before Sturlunga was due to dock that Lord Crevelio, his wife, Brutus and the Emperor were sitting on a balcony overlooking the vineyard. Kieran, Brian and Lukas were also sitting with them in a cosy, intimate gathering.

"Flavius would like to see your advancement." the Emperor was saying, "Brutus deserves recognition for the support he's given but I think he's worried about accusations of favouritism if you'd got the first openings. It will happen though."

"Thank you, sir." Lord Crevellio replied, "I know that I'm seen as weak and indecisive. Positions would go to me and I'd be unable to deal with them. I'm not angry or bitter, just more proud of Brutus for being so much his own man. For now I'm happy to live quietly with my books."

The conversation might have continued but a family group approached from the house followed worriedly by the majordomo.

"Hello brother." the father said, "I trust we're not imposing but we're here for the Triumph. If your guests would excuse us then we can catch up on family news."

Victorrio recognised both Kieran and the Emperor from his visit to the palace. He stared not certain what to do. He was a little behind his parents so they did not notice.

Lord Crevellio caught the amused grin on the Emperor's face and for once, reacted decisively.

"Brutus, why don't you take all the boys to the bathhouse and help Victorrio to freshen up. Your aunt and uncle can relax here while we open up another guest room. It's delightful to have so many guests from Rome."

"So you're from Rome as well." Lord Crevellio's brother said, "What do you do there?"

"I work in the Imperial palace." the Emperor replied.

"Ah! I hear that his Imperial Majesty is arriving to greet Flavius Aulus personally. I take it that you're involved in the arrangements?"

The Emperor nodded, "Something like that."

"I must say though, you do look like His Imperial Majesty. Are you ever mistaken for him?"

"Sometimes but I'm a lot shorter."

Lord Crevellio was finding the conversation increasingly bizarre. Sooner or later he would have to introduce his guests to each other properly and he had no idea what to say. Brutus had no such problems.

"Just carry on as usual." he said to Victorrio, "He's visiting his son and doesn't want a fuss."

Victorrio just stared, watching Lukas scrape the dead skin from Brutus with a strigil, "Yes but what about these slaves? Do I treat them the same?"

"Why not?" Brutus asked, "I'll do Lukas when he's finished with me. I've called Jimmy to pair us all off. Brian and Kieran will stay with the Emperor tonight but the rest of us could sleep in the fort. No games but no adults either except for Lukas."

"And he's just a slave." Victorrio said.

"He's my friend." Brutus said, "I learn a lot about the vineyard from him. We're looking into the workings of the other farms and we're building up the profits of the whole estate."

"If he's your friend, why don't you release him?"

"There's no point." Lukas interjected, "I've got nowhere to go. I've got no money so I'd have to stay here. I'm happy working for Brutus and yes, I call him Brutus unless he's dressed to represent his family."

"You're all weird." Victorrio muttered, "Why does the Emperor allow it while he's here?"

"Because he treats Brian and me the same." Kieran piped up, "When I'm acting as office boy it's the difference between saying, "Shall I fetch this file, sir?" and saying, "Excuse me Your Imperial Majesty, but would it be convenient to you if I brought the relevant file to your presence?"

Victorrio laughed, "I wonder how Mum and Dad are getting on. They hate the changes. Dad's got a real bee in his bonnet about them."

He paused, "Where are you watching the Triumph?"

"I'll be in it." Brutus replied, "I'm part of Flavius' retinue."

"Oh! The House of Sparta thing, again. We saw you in that gladiatorial spectacle. Dad was complaining because you were putting on a show, little better than a slave. I thought you were good."

"Thanks. So you don't think that I'll be letting the family down by parading around in slave regalia."

Victorrio grinned, "Not since you took me to meet the Emperor. I don't think Dad believes how friendly it all was. I was the fool then, I couldn't speak."

"You have changed," Brutus laughed, "Are you only into girls or do you like some fun?"

"I don't like prostitutes or brothels very much and you know what it's like trying to find a girlfriend."

He stopped, wondering why Lukas and Brian started giggling.

"It's all right." Brutus smiled, "I haven't looked for a girlfriend yet but you'll have to meet Steven."

"Is he another slave?"

"No, he's a freeman. He's been visiting General Maximilian but he's travelling back with Flavius. We go in for some wilder stuff when we're together."

"How wild?"

"I bet I could make you beg Lukas to fuck you."

By now Brutus was working on Lukas sporting a rigid, erect cock. Brian and Kieran had swapped too. Only Victorrio declined to service the slave who had been tending him though he felt his own cock begin to swell.

Meanwhile the Emperor and Victorrio's father, Hadrian were engaged in a deep discussion about tropical fish. Both had large tanks in their studies and were comparing notes. Hadrian's respect for his brother's visitor had risen so he kept away from subjects that may embarrass a palace employee.

"You must come and visit, sometime." Hadrian said, "I'm proud of my vineyards and there's nothing like a quiet evening with good company, a good glass in a tranquil atmosphere."

The Emperor was beginning to understand something about Flavius. Hadrian liked him as a person, not as the Emperor and it felt good.

"I'd like that." he said before turning to Lord Crevellio, "Are the boys still joining us for dinner?"

"I don't see why not." Lord Crevellio replied, "Providing we can stop Brutus, Lukas and Brian from arguing over the correct wine for every course."

"You always were lax." Hadrian smiled, "It's a pity you haven't got more of father in you. I suppose you've pulled his playhouse down."

"Brutus and his friends have taken it over." Lord Crevellio explained, "He does take after his Grandfather. He believes in strict discipline and I shudder to think what goes on there."

"Ah! But he spoils his bed boys."

"Brian belongs to the provincial palace. He's here on loan. Brutus and his friend Flavius Aulus are developing a knack of finding and encouraging intelligent young men from all classes. Brutus also copies our provincial governor by wearing slave brown and working as a slave on the estates under Lukas. He's developing an impressive knowledge of farm management and the workings of the estate. When he is in slave brown, he's more scared of Lukas' whip than he is of me."

"I've heard rumours about this boy governor. They make him seem so degenerate. Surely you don't encourage Brutus to degrade himself in the same way? Supposing the Emperor visited and caught him. You agree don't you, Ignatius?"

"A lot goes on in this province that isn't reported." the Emperor replied, "The Imperial palace doesn't comment on governor's behaviour unless it hurts the province. This province is stable, prospering and loyal to the Empire through its governor. I can tell you this, the Emperor sometimes feels as if he's on a different planet when he visits."

"Yes, I understand the training the boys receive in the House of Sparta but surely wearing slave brown to learn from a slave is going a bit far."

"Flavius was put in charge of this drugs operation because he was the only person of sufficient rank to be accepted by both countries." the Emperor began, "The Emperor and King Æirik thought he might smooth out some of the worst rivalries and have some success. Flavius did not chair the first Joint Staff meeting. He drew lots to decide who sat where so no one could claim precedence then served them as a slave.

"He left a message for them. If they forgot their rivalries and worked together as a team then he would he would serve them as a waiter, learning from his betters. The alternative was for him to take over and they would obey a boy. Since he had surrendered his rank as a gesture to them they felt obliged to reciprocate. The result as they say is history. I couldn't surrender my position like these boys do. I don't suppose you could either but there's no disgrace in them learning from experts."

"I still think all this egalitarianism is being taken too far." Hadrian said, "Are you sure you don't want Brutus to stay with me for a time. Coming to Rome might help him see the bigger picture?"

It was later after dinner and conversation began to pick up again.

"Can I stay with Uncle Atticus this summer, please Dad?" Victorrio asked.

"You'll miss most of the top social events if you do." Hadrian said, "You should be trying to meet the right people. Don't you agree Ignatius?"

"Ignatius!" Brutus exclaimed before bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. He grabbed a glass and drank heavily to cover his confusion.

"I'm sorry, sir. I meant no offence." Brutus said hastily, "I can't think why but I suddenly remembered the Emperor talking about a cousin of his. He always called Prince Ignatius the village idiot. He tried travelling incognito but couldn't manage it because he could never forget his rank."

"I heard a story like that once." Hadrian said, "It was about a king in one of these minor countries around our borders. He was married but fell in love with a commoner. They have some funny ideas about things in these places and for some reason they had to meet in secret. Everything went well until he got to the gate he was supposed to sneak through and that is where the romance ended. There wasn't a servant to open the gate for him.

"I see some of the nobles around the Imperial palace and I can believe it." the Emperor laughed.

"The Emperor is supposed to travel incognito." Hadrian said, "I can't imagine how he could pull it off."

"Would anyone like some more wine?" Lord Crevellio asked.

"The Emperor's had been thinking on the same lines as Brutus when he had needed to introduce himself. He realised that it had been a mistake to use Ignatius as his incognito name and Brutus had nearly blown his cover.

"Victorrio and I are spending the night at the fort." Brutus said then grinned, "Don't worry we'll treat him gently."

"By we, you mean you and Lukas." the Emperor said, "I'll lend you Kieran. I'm sure you'll be able to use him."

Kieran smiled nervously as Brutus and Victorrio stood up. He kissed the Emperor on the cheek saying, "Goodnight sir and thank you," before following the other boys.

"How come you're with us, Kieran?" Victorrio asked.

"He's fond of me and loves Brian. They want the night alone together."

"So how do you think you could make me beg Lukas?" Victorrio asked, "Beat me?"

"No we might have to go too far." Lukas replied, "I won't hurt you. I'll just put you in chastity."

"That won't be fun but it won't make me beg."

"Do you want to bet?" Brutus asked.

"No!" Victorrio replied uncertainly, "Well, nothing too dramatic. Loser blows everyone."

"If you lose, everyone will be fucking you because you'll be begging them to. I tell you what, if you win you can think up something for me."

Victorrio nodded.

They arrived at the fort and entered. Brutus immediately stripped off his tunic and Kieran who had been there before followed suit. They both waited for Victorrio who reluctantly removed his tunic.

"Follow me." Lukas commanded.

Puzzled but not wanting to appear worried, Victorrio followed the others into a building and into a room that looked like a comfortable room at the far end but like a dungeon where they were standing.

"This is the chastity device, Brutus wants you to try." Lukas said calmly, "The torture is in the wax lining. It massages your cock in ways you can't imagine. Do you want a go?"

Victorrio was sure that he was missing something but fourteen year old pride would not let him back out. He nodded.

Lying on the table the device looked like a T-piece pipe connector with one of the cross pieces longer and curving down. Split along its length it unhinged to lie in two halves, each one a mirror image of the other. Victorrio saw the washer at the end of the curved piece , understanding just how trapped his cock would be.

Lukas knelt down and fitted it to Victorrio's cock. It was completely enclosed with his balls hanging through the vertical of the T.

"How about a game of cards?" Brutus asked.

They moved to the kitchen to sit around the table and began playing. The chastity device was uncomfortable but there had to be more. Without thinking he tried to scratch his cock but his hand only encountered hard metal.

The itch became more intense and was spreading. More itches were starting up spreading in their turn and combining into one massive burning sensation.

Victorrio leapt up from the game, desperately trying to work his finger into the device to ease the torment.

"You'll have to take it off." he gasped desperately, "I think I'm allergic to it or something."

"No, it's just the itching powder." Brutus said matter of factly, "The wax is impregnated with it. Just wait until it melts a bit more."

"You lied. You said the wax would massage my cock.

"I said you wouldn't believe how it would massage it." Lukas said, "You obviously couldn't otherwise you would never have consented."

"How do I get it off, Brutus?" Victorrio asked desperately.

"By begging us to fuck you." Brutus replied, "I'd hurry up before the spices start burning it."

Victorrio stared helplessly around. His cock was already hurting. Victorrio's imagination was working overtime as it absorbed the threat for even more pain. He had already lost all his dignity as he thrashed around in tears, trying to release his cock from its torture.

"I'll do it." he yelled in defeat, "Just get this fucking thing off."

"Go and bend over the horse so we can tie you down." Lukas said.

Victorrio was about to protest but he lost the will and hurried to comply.

Once Victorrio was firmly secured Lukas knelt down to release his cock while Brutus fetched some warm soapy water and plenty of soft towels so that Lukas could bathe Victorrio's cock clean.

When Victorrio was calm, Brutus knelt in front of his cousin so that they could make eye contact.

"I'm like Grandfather." he said, "I like these games. The difference is I've been there. I know what it feels like to be tied down and gagged while my cock feels as if it's on fire. If they're not for you then you can go back to the main house. Otherwise I've got another game in mind for you after you've been fucked."

Victorrio was unsure what to say. He was less certain about spending time with his cousin but he also had a little of his Grandfather in him, though far less than Brutus. Until then he had been content with his life following the same path as other wealthy young nobles in Rome.

His cousin was also wealthy but lived a strange life that Victorrio had never imagined. His father, like his uncle had been badly affected by his grandfather's ways. Hadrian was more decisive but still avoided anything the least bit controversial ensuring that his son was equally conventional.

Brutus it seemed, did not need to meet the right people; he already knew far more than the slightly richer, slightly more influential, slightly more powerful people that his father considered suitable.

Grandfather was not only cruel and vicious, he had drive, ambition and intelligence which Brutus had inherited. The difference between Brutus and his grandfather was that Brutus was learning to control his crueller side. It had bypassed the sons and it had been dormant in Victorrio though Brutus was awakening him in more ways than one.

"I'll stay." he said, "Will you tell me what the next game is though?"

"Mum and Dad will be going to the reception tomorrow night." Brutus said, "They should be able to wangle something for your parents. Come along as my body slave and you'll be right in the middle of things tomorrow.

"What about Lukas?" Victorrio asked. He was not interested in a mere slave but he needed time to think.

"I'll be in the crowds but the Master is allowing us to have our own party in the evening."

"Why should I want to parade around as a slave?"

"I feel bad about embarrassing you when I was in Rome and took you to meet the Emperor. You'll meet Flavius, Prince Julius and the others. I want you to meet Steven. We've all been servants so they'll be impressed if you do a good job. They won't look down on you."

"Yeah right. I can just imagine Prince Julius wearing slave brown and offering me a drink."

"Look!" Brutus exclaimed irritably, "You're my cousin so I'm giving you a chance to get noticed. That's all I can do in the way of favours. I promise you, if you go parading in as if you belong there then you'll just be one of the crowd. It's your choice."

Victorrio felt his cock stirring. Brutus was so confident, in control and sexy. Even Kieran who might just be a bed boy acted with an easy confidence that Victorrio envied. He had heard stories of how Flavius behaved but thought that they were exaggerated or just spread to malign him. The possibilities were exciting him.

"I'll do it." he said.

The following morning his arse was sore and he walked stiffly. He had been fucked by Kieran, Brutus then Lukas' progressively larger, more adult cocks before being released. He had then been made to serve Lukas while Brutus served Kieran.

Victorrio was sure that Brutus deliberately made mistakes so that Kieran would take a belt to his back. Brutus' cock certainly stirred but Victorrio was just as sure that Brutus was making a point to him, proving that he could act like a slave.

Lukas threatened him once or twice but never actually beat him, leaving Victorrio feeling vaguely disappointed. Lukas fucked him again before they settled down to sleep and again when Lukas followed slave habits and woke at dawn. Victorrio was unused to just being taken but had lain back cheerfully allowing Lukas to take his his own throbbing member in his mouth.

Lukas was an expert, slowly bringing Victorrio to the edge then easing off. When he finally brought Victorrio to his climax it seemed to the boy that every part of his body contributed to pumping out his sperm. Every muscle tensed until completely drained he collapsed in an ecstatic exhaustion feeling better than he had ever done in his life.

He was committed to a course of action now but Lukas had been gentle and patient and Brutus was encouraging him. He dressed in a plain brown tunic while Brutus put on his House of Sparta tunic to match the chain he always wore. They headed up to the house to join their families for breakfast.

"Just follow my lead." Brutus said, "You saw Kieran and Lukas yesterday. Dad should invite us to relax but until then we're slaves."

"We'll join the rest on the quay and board Sturlunga as soon as she docks." Brutus said once they were all seated, "Victorrio can report to David and make himself useful. We'll take things from there."

"Are you sure?" Victorrio's father asked, "We don't want him in over his head again. I'm not happy with him looking like a slave either. Supposing someone from Rome recognises him?"

"I think that's the general idea." the Emperor said, "Brutus knows that the Imperial palace is looking for young men who can adapt to the new ways."

"Perhaps. I'm sorry Victorrio, whatever happens it'll be an experience. Enjoy it."

"Have you arranged invitations for Aunt and Uncle?" Brutus asked.

"Oh no! We'll not push in. We wouldn't have come if we'd known how closely involved you'd all be."

"Nonsense." Brutus exclaimed, "Can we do anything Brian?"

Brian nodded and picked up his phone moving away to talk.

"Craig's added you to the guest list." Brian said when he returned, "You'll be announced separately but please enter with Lord Crevellio otherwise he'll not recognise you."

Hadrian turned to Lord Crevellio, "It's not that easy is it? Who is this Craig?"

"Flavius' majordomo." Lord Crevellio replied, "It is that easy. I think it even has Imperial approval."

The Emperor nodded slightly. Lord Crevellio noticed but his brother and sister in law were looking at him. Although Brutus' father was the younger brother, Hadrian was increasingly seeing him as the head of the family.

"Where are you watching the Triumph?" Brutus asked.

"As you know the House of Sparta is allowing female guests. We're joining the other parents and watching the arrival from there. We'll leave our cars at the back of the palace and miss the crowds so we can come back and change."

Hadrian still had no idea who his brother's other house guest was. It was only when they returned from the Triumph, changed and assembled for the journey that Hadrian saw the Emperor in his formal clothes.

Lord Crevellio's demeanour switched from relaxed host to obedient courtier while his brother stood in open mouthed confusion. It took time as he remembered Victorrio's incredible story of visiting the Imperial Palace, then remembered the stories of the Emperor visiting incognito. Finally he recovered enough to copy his brother and kneel to offer his services.

"I apologise for the charade, Hadrian." the Emperor said, "But I was enjoying your company and I meant it. I'd still like to visit you."

While the Crevellios were learning something about each other, Flavius was anxious to get home. The Emperor had originally seen the House of Sparta as a place where Flavius could let off steam. He now understood that Flavius needed time to study and learn at a teenage pace. He was fully aware that Flavius was taking part in a normal seaman's training routine, as well catching up with his school work.

He was also aware that Flavius' provincial capital was filling with young Scandinavians anxious to see a young, handsome hero.

Flavius had just been summoned to the bridge by the Sturlunga's new captain, Commander Morten. Flavius missed the last Captain, now Commissioner Svensen. Commander Morten was nervous and, in spite of his briefings, uneasy having so many nobles and princes being treated like ordinary seamen.

Still dressed in a seaman's uniform, Flavius drew himself up and saluted smartly. Commander Svensen returned the salute, looking very uncomfortable.

"We'll be entering harbour in about two hours." he said, "I believe that PO Smits has signed you off. I assume that you will change into your governor's clothes now."

"Yes sir." Flavius replied, "I know you've been uncomfortable with us on board. I hope we haven't been too much of a nuisance."

"This is my first command." Commander Morten replied, "It's certainly been an unusual one. I'll be honest, I've been expecting a diplomatic incident at the way PO Smits treats you. He was right though. You've done well."

Flavius pulled himself straighter and saluted again, "Thank you sir. I not sure what the correct procedure is but, permission to leave the ship's crew."

Commander Morten returned the salute, "Permission granted. Dismissed."

Half an hour later Flavius was back on the bridge dressed in his governor's clothes. This time he waited for Commander Morten to salute him before acknowledging by briefly bowing his head.

"Is this really necessary, do you think?" Flavius asked, "I usually trust Craig's advice but full dress seems over the top."

"My orders are to fully cooperate with your palace, sir. We're dressing overall and an escort is taking station ahead and astern. We've already got extra lookouts because of the civilian traffic and small boats."

"Escort?" Flavius asked,

"Two Imperial navy frigates are astern. The fire boats wish to lead us in. They're awaiting your orders, sir."

"My orders?"

"Yes sir. You're the senior officer present. I slowed down to just maintain steerage way and said that you were on your way to the bridge."

"Find out what the fire boats are capable of and take station accordingly." Flavius ordered, "Advise the frigates of our intentions. Land is to starboard. Also tell them that in the event of problems, we'll be turning to port with little or no warning. Why are we running along the coast?"

"This was the rendezvous we were given, sir."

"OK. You're the expert so adapt my instructions." Flavius said then grinned, "Play at being Admiral for a while and enjoy it."

Flavius watched, amazed as the fire boats turned on their pumps and arches of water appeared. He sent for Jamie and the rest of his friends who were on board. It was Steven who pointed to the beach. Flavius picked up a pair of binoculars to look at the crowds assembled on the beach.

"What do you know about this, David?" Flavius asked.

"No more than you do, Your Excellency." David replied.

"Commander?" Flavius asked.

"Only what I've seen on the news, Your Excellency." he replied, "Mainly it was about delays at our airports. Tourists seem to be flocking in."

"I've got a signal on the phone." Jamie said, "Shall I phone Craig?"

"No." Flavius grinned, "Let them get on with it. I'll leave you to it as well Commander. I'll stand on the hangar roof with the House of Sparta."

A host of small boats, yacht, sailing boats, even a couple of surfboards surrounded the the fleet as it sailed along the coast.

Flavius knew that the more lurid parts of the press compared him to Alexander The Great but he still felt that he was stumbling from crisis to crisis without any real idea of what to do. The worthier parts of the media emphasised his youth and inexperience, suggesting that he was just a figurehead but he was still everything that people wanted in a hero and nowadays a star.

To Flavius' eyes they were edging perilously close to the shore and he could now clearly see the flags that the crowds were waving. He waved back unable to contain his excitement. From the beach, high magnification cameras picked him out standing on Sturlunga's hangar roof. As ever, David's only thought about what was best for Flavius. He had the rest of the boys standing behind him their governor growling the odd warning to any of them who moved.

"Jamie, come and stand by me." Flavius said at one point.

"No." David rasped before Jamie could move, "They don't want to see your bed boy."

"Flavius turned angrily but relaxed as David added, "Let them think that they've all got a chance."

"They have." Jamie giggled, "I bet I'll be sleeping with just Johnny a lot."

Flavius shrugged in defeat, turning back to the crowd.

Normal port activities were at a standstill. Crowds thronged the breakwaters and piers, the only empty area being where Sturlunga was due to dock. As Sturlunga was made fast Flavius led his friends down to the wardroom where the rest of his friends met him. Victorrio watched as the Sparta boys gathered around him ignoring rank while they excitedly caught up with the news.

Victorrio found himself holding a tray until Brutus called him over and introduced him to Flavius.

"I heard about your visit to the Imperial palace." Flavius grinned, "You seem more relaxed now."

Victorrio grinned back, "Thank you, Your Excellency. It's quite an experience staying with Brutus."

"Especially if he takes you to his fort. So you're willing to start from the bottom, are you?"

Victorrio looked down at his brown half tunic and shrugged, "I just hope some of my friends don't see me."

He hesitated, "I mean my friends in Rome. They don't see beyond their rank and don't like you because they think that you want to pull them down."

He hesitated again, "But if they laugh at me then they're not my friends, are they?"

"Acquaintances, class mates, guys you hang out with." Flavius said, "They're different to friends but it can be pretty lonely if you don't have any. Ask Steven about it. We'll talk later."

It was a strange honour for Victorrio to lead the parade still dressed in a plain slave tunic. He was taking the place of the slaves and booty captured in war and traditionally displayed in a Triumph. He was followed by the Sparta boys wearing their gold chains and tunics with the gold edging and House of Sparta insignia. Brutus was among them, proud that his family was being recognised while the House of Sparta's Board of Guardians followed

Then came a contingent of sailors from Sturlunga and after them a squad of soldiers of Flavius' provincial legions. Finally there was Flavius. He rode in a small open backed military vehicle standing behind the driver and flanked by a motor cycle escort.. He was awed and a little frightened by the crowds lining the way but smiled as girls tossed flowers at him. Some boys threw flowers as well but most seemed a little self conscious.

Again it was tradition that a slave stand behind him reminding him that he only human. Flavius did not need one. David's last words were firmly imprinted in his mind, "Foul this up and you won't sit down for a month."

As always David was protecting his governorship. He had seen that Flavius was getting excited and had calmed him down in the only way he knew.

Like the other guests to the House of Sparta, the Emperor watched the Triumph set off on television. He realised that he had underestimated Flavius' popularity and that Flavius' should have arrived first in Rome. However he had listened to some of his more conservative advisers who had warned him that such an honour would be out of proportion to operations against smugglers and drug runners.

Flavius' next visit to Rome would be a major state event though. His attention was drawn to one of the TV Commentators.

"The Triumph is being led by Victorrio Crevellio son of Hadrian Crevellio. In olden times it would be a position occupied by the least worthy of the victor's trophy's as the parade built up to the great man himself. However His Excellency has always shown a willingness to honour his friends and the fact that there are two Crevellios in the Triumph indicates the esteem with which he holds the family. We understand that His Imperial Majesty was kept informed of the arrangements so it would seem that the Crevellios are also a valued part of Imperial affairs."

The commentator paused as the camera switched to the House of Sparta, "With the Imperial family being represented by his Imperial Highness, Prince Julius, albeit unofficially and as a slave of the House of Sparta, we must remember that everyone taking part is important to His Excellency and therefore His Imperial Majesty."

Hadrian looked anxiously around, worried by the attention his family was receiving. The Emperor just shrugged. He was still incognito, simply watching Flavius returning home to his province. He would enter the reception that night as Emperor to be greeted by his triumphant general.

"Your family isn't getting any direct favours but Flavius wants one of his oldest allies recognised." the Emperor grinned, "It was subtle but it also reminded everyone that you, your son, Brutus and Flavius serve the Emperor."

Hadrian nodded, "It's all right for you. You're used to palace ways."

"Believe you me, no one ever gets completely used to them. If Flavius and Brutus are giving Victorrio a chance then so will the Emperor. There's a training programme now for potential staff. Youngsters like Victorrio do well because they don't know the old ways."

"And you think Victorrio should apply? He'd be up against pretty stiff opposition. There must be hundreds applying."

"Thousands more like." the Emperor replied, "And many are higher ranking than you. Victorrio's passed one of the most important tests though."

"What's that?" Hadrian asked puzzled.

"Wearing slave brown and being willing to learn." the Emperor explained, "I've come across slaves who make some of the Imperial nobles look like gibbering idiots yet it's the nobles who advise the Emperor. Victorrio will study under those slaves but he could end up with a senatorial rank. Not many of those other applicants see beyond strutting around the Imperial palace looking important."

"And Brutus was involved in all this from the start?" Hadrian asked.

The Emperor nodded, "He's not interested in much beyond their estates and football but he can work in the fields as hard as any field slave in the morning and in the afternoon negotiate a deal that leaves his customer or supplier reeling. He's also learning about the stock market under one of Flavius' ex slaves and apparently building up a nice little portfolio."

Hadrian looked across at his brother who was talking cheerfully to some freeman while his wife and sister in law chatted to Flavius' mother, the lady Julia. He suddenly felt very foolish as he remembered how he had looked down on his brother Atticus for being content with the provincial life.

"Here they come." someone called excitedly.

Chapter 14

All attention turned back to the approach to the palace. Outside the crowd was cheering. The parade swung round in an arc and halted so that Flavius could mount the steps into the palace.

He walked between lines of provincial senators pausing to greet each one and receive his congratulations. Flavius beckoned to Craig who hurried to the senators to usher them into the hall. Unhurriedly Flavius descended back down the stairs. He spoke to the officer in charge though no one could hear what he said but as commands were shouted out the soldiers and sailors reformed so that Flavius could inspect them. He took his time, stopping to speak to someone he knew, even sharing a joke at times.

Amongst his Board of Guardians were other adults including PO Smits feeling very nervous and exposed. Flavius was a lot more relaxed, hugging his Uncle Titus, kissing Senator Menestro on the cheek. He was a little more formal with his headmaster but drew himself up to attention and saluting PO Smits before relaxing and hugging him.

He called Victorrio over to join the House of Sparta boys while standing in front of them all.

"I'm home Colonel." Flavius called out, "Thank you for your escort but the House of Sparta takes over now. You may dismiss the guard."

From the moment he had started back down the steps he had been improvising.

Again he raised his voice so that microphones and parts of the crowd could hear him.

"Marcus, Officially you're still representing me. Would you invite the parade in as guests of the House of Sparta and look after our other guests for a while. David will assist you. I'd just like Brutus and Steven to attend me.

Flavius strolled over to the barrier holding the crowds back, stopping to ask someone where they were from. It was unhurried as he stopped and spoke to others before crossing the road and making his way back still stopping and talking.

"Have you been here long?" he asked one unshaven, scruffy looking youth.

"A few days, Your Excellency." he said, "I've got a sleeping bag back there."

"I'm flattered." Flavius said.

"I was hoping for a chance to thank you. You saved my brother. He'd been kidnapped and he was being shipped south when you arrested your Governor Derulux. I was over here at university in Stockholm and I thought we'd lost him."

He held out his hand. Flavius accepted and turned to Brutus, "Didn't anyone see him?

"Yes sir." Brutus replied, "He was the first to arrive and he's been here for a week. Marcus would have let him stay in the slave quarters but he can't stand up to the ISS the way you can."

"You were here first. I'm surprised you weren't moved on."

"I was the first couple of nights, Your Excellency. I was almost arrested for vagrancy. When others started arriving, a palace slave took us round to their quarters for a meal and made a guard stand by my things."

"Take him up to the House of Sparta. Make him comfortable and find him some clothes. Tell Craig to add him to the guest list."

"The Emperor's up there, sir." Brutus said, "He's still incognito but is it OK to bring in a stranger?"

"He meets strangers when he wanders around alone. One more won't make a difference."

"He's doing it again." the Emperor exclaimed, "He's inviting one of the mob."

"It's that dear boy who's been camping out all this time. I wonder how Flavius knew." Julia said.

"What I don't understand is the crowd seems likes it. You'd think they'd be jealous because he invited someone else." Brutus' father added.

"In this case they understand that he had a reason for wanting to speak to Flavius." Julia replied, "Perhaps the ladies would care for some tea in my apartment. I'll join you there later but it's time I greeted my son."

It was not very dignified or Roman for Flavius to publicly hug and kiss his mother but it was in keeping with his natural openness and kindness. By the time that the reception started everything was back to it's proper order. It may have been arranged in Flavius' honour but it was the Emperor who was the centre of things. It was he who sat in isolated splendour sending for those to be honoured for a conversation.

Flavius was actually kept at bay as it was made clear that he was just one noble among many. Flavius did not mind. He understood Rome's politics well enough to know why he was being treated a little off handedly and it gave him a chance to talk to his mother.

He was more concerned with Jamie. He wanted his young lover at his side as his companion but the boy refused. He insisted on wearing a House of Sparta tunic and standing as a servant.

"I know you call me your companion but you don't need one." he said, "You'd feel too trapped like you were with Fabian. I like being your slave when you need me and we're friends at other times. Why spoil it?"

"I love you and I want everyone to know it." Flavius replied.

"You don't love me." Jamie said then paused thoughtfully, "Maybe you do but it's not a lovey-dovey sort of love where we're a couple. Besides, if you go off with someone you're just Flavius having fun. If I spend time with Johnny then I'm disloyal to you, my master. It would be worse if I was officially your companion."

"Jamie, you are special to me. I like Johnny and I'm glad he hangs around with you. If people say anything then you tell me."

"Just leave things." Jamie said, "I love you and love being part of your life. Is that guy you brought in your bed boy for tonight. You couldn't dump your companion to come onto him but you can ignore your slave. If you want some porn then you can watch Johnny fuck me. You couldn't use your companion like that and I get some funny nice feelings knowing you're watching. Now, I'm going to lay out your clothes for tonight then help you bathe. You're going to rest and allow your slave to serve you."

"Yes Master." Flavius grinned, "Drop your tunic and undress me now. I want my cock inside you. OK, it likes to wander but it's always happiest when it comes home to you."

Jamie happily obeyed. He knew that Flavius never looked at other eleven year olds. He was not even interested in Johnny unless Jamie involved him. He also understood that he could not keep up with Flavius all the time. Indeed adults had trouble coping with Flavius' sexual demands.

The exception was Senator Menestro. Sometimes their sex was almost loving and gentle. Most of the time they would both end up scratched, a little bruised and battered as they threw all their energy into pleasing each other.

Occasionally the Senator recognised that Flavius needed to prove himself physically able to cope with the world, leaving Flavius badly bruised, covered in bites and welts. Jamie would stare awestruck at his master's body when he returned knowing that Flavius always held back for him.

That night Jamie wanted to share his bed with Flavius. Instinctively he knew that Flavius would be wound up and full of nervous energy straining for relief and that he would not be enough for Flavius.

Flavius had not even considered inviting the boy from the crowd to his bed. He had simply found it was a gesture that the crowd appreciated. Jamie had other ideas and made a beeline for the boy as soon as he was able.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

The boy nodded, "I thought I'd be lucky if he even noticed me. This is something else."

"Palace security noticed you." Jamie laughed, "With the Emperor coming and going, they checked you out pretty carefully. I expect Brutus or someone mentioned you to Flavius."

"Yes but he still needn't have stopped to speak to me or invite me in."

"No but the crowd likes it. So what about tonight? Do fancy a bit of fun with Flavius?"

The youth stared at Jamie, "Is that why he invited me in?"

"No, I'm inviting you. There'll be Flavius, me and my friend Johnny. Do you want to join us?"

"He's your master. Shouldn't you ask him?"

"It's complicated but I'm bonded because I want to be. He says we're friends and I can have my own friends. I just hope that you're as strong as you look. Come on. What's your name?"

"Alrik."

Grabbing the youth by the hand Jamie dragged him over to Flavius and his mother.

As Julia turned to acknowledge them Jamie piped up, "Excuse me My Lady but Alrik is sleeping with me and Johnny tonight. Have you made any plans yet, Flavius?"

Flavius shook his head grinning at Alrik's embarrassment.

"Don't worry, Alrik." he said, "Maybe we'll start the night with you putting him over your knee and giving him a good spanking. He should know better than to embarrass a guest like that."

"Maybe you should both allow the young man some space." Julia said quietly, "I think that His Imperial Majesty is ready to speak to you, Flavius. You're still very high up on the list so you're very highly favoured. Alrik can sit with me while Jamie serves us like a good slave."

As they sat, Julia continued, "They don't mean to but Flavius and his friends can just crush a stranger with their energy."

"I'm sorry, My Lady." Alrik said, "I know I shouldn't have intruded without being invited."

Julia laughed, "Jamie's just as bad as the older ones. He's got the personality of a bulldozer. He's made the plans for tonight and even Flavius would have trouble blocking them."

When Jamie returned, Julia said, "You're a slave of the House of Sparta and Alrik is your guest. I don't want to speak to David about your behaviour."

Jamie was dismayed, realising that Julia really was complaining about his behaviour.

"I'm sorry, My Lady." he said politely before turning to Alrik, "I'm sorry to you as well, sir. May I attend you for the rest of the evening? At least until we're in the apartment."

Alrik grinned, "Mum's never going to believe this. Pictures aren't allowed, are they?"

"We do have a palace photographer. He knows what's permissible. It's things like not including the Emperor in the shot but I'm sure Flavius will pose with you. He's quite a show off by Roman standards."

"I've never been to anything so formal before." Alrik said, "I'm terrified that I'm going to make some ghastly mistake and offend someone. I'm so glad that I can just stand at the back. Well at least until Jamie grabbed me. I should have knelt or something when I met His Excellency. Imagine if I had to greet the Emperor. I'd probably start a war."

Sometimes it is better to stay quiet and not tempt fate but Kieran was already approaching.

"Excuse me, sir." he said, "The Emperor would like to speak to you. In about ten minutes if that would be convenient."

Alrik managed a strangled, "What? Do you mean me?"

"Excuse me sir," Jamie said, "Just kneel and say 'good evening, Your Imperial Majesty'. Then you can just say sir. Do you know why, Kieran?"

"You know the Imperial Palace." Kieran snorted, "It's all etiquette, signs and signals. Flavius had to show that he was just another noble and all the razzmatazz hadn't gone to his head. Now the Emperor favours Flavius by favouring anyone he favours if that makes sense. I think he's also interested by all the Scandinavian interest in Flavius. Ready sir?"

Alrik was far from ready but he nodded in defeat. In fact he did better than he expected, finding himself sitting and chatting.

"I watched the Stockholm, Bergen match the other day." the Emperor said, "I'm not sure that the referee was right about that last penalty. Are you interested in football?"

The Emperor had already heard that he had watched matches in the slave's quarters so he already had an idea of the answer. Alrik found himself engrossed in a conversation about the game, not realising that occasionally Flavius' name cropped up. By the end of the conversation Alrik was almost drunk on his experiences unaware that more of his answers were about his thoughts and his friends thoughts on Flavius, international affairs, drugs and a host of other subjects.

In return Alrik left with a holiday snap to beat all holidays snaps as he sat beside the Emperor, feeling welcome and at home. He thought of his girlfriend, another university student. She had thought about coming with him until he mentioned sleeping rough to save money. Alrik was determined to take a holiday. He was curious about Flavius, a Roman who without realising it had rescued his brother. Visiting the Roman empire was still unusual enough to be exciting so watching Flavius' return seemed to be a natural focus to his break, especially with his self imposed challenge of getting as close as possible to events.

He had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams enjoying the idea that his girlfriend would be green with jealousy at his chance to meet so many celebrities. Mind you, she would prefer TV stars and singers but he was quite happy to realise that on one occasion he had chatted to his country's Prince Bjorn.

Flavius was happy to be home and surrounded by his friends. The Emperor seemed to approve of his activities even accepting Alrik, a complete stranger, though he guessed that the Emperor was using him for his own share of popular appeal. It did not matter. Flavius was hoping that his cock would be inside him later. He could take Jamie's cock in his mouth while Johnny happily took his pole. It was a promising night.

He knew that Columbia would be his next adventure but that could wait.

CONTINUED IN BOOK FOUR