The Loyal Lieutenants Act Eight Scene Three Sub Scene Two

 

Act Eight

Scene Three

Sub-Scene Two

The puzzle picture was not done.

 

At the mansion, Mark looked at Fulvia, who was seated across from him at the coffee table. They have not gotten into bed since he returned. Their excuses were many and wide, and on that morning, Mark was upset.

“What did you do?” Mark looked at the lady. “Do you know...”

“Do not raise your voice at me. I know what I did. I removed the bastard from my life. Not yours, but mine. He threatened my brother, and that is a family issue.” Fulvia placed the coffee cup on the saucer. “I must tell Jeeves to make it hotter.”

“It is hot enough that you killed...” Mark was trying to find the word there.

“Worms are best served in the morning, or anytime if the bird is hungry.” Fulvia looked at Mark. “He is not a Consul member. He acts for them on matters that he could and was banished by Caesar, yet he returns here for reasons of his own.”

“There was no reason to kill him.” Mark opposed the killing. He was not to kill any Romans unless sanctioned by Caesar or the Consuls.

“Are you deaf this morning? He threatened my brother. I do not take kindly to that. And he was plotting to topple Caesar, and that includes yourself. You may be in the line of fire.” Fulvia pushed the coffee cup away.

“I was not mentioned.” Mark clarified the accusation.

“You were not, but who is close to Caesar now? You are, not me. Anyone close to Caesar goes to the grave together.”

“There are others. Agrippa, Menas, Lep...” Mark ran off with some names.

“They are not. They are Caesar’s lieutenants, but not you. You are his hand-picked Roman to do his task. That ranked you close.” Fulvia looked at Mark. “Open your ears and eyes, Mark Antony. You have been too far away from Rome. You need to wise up or lose your life.”

“Are you threatening me, Lady Fulvia?” Mark was upset.

“No, I am not. I am here to protect you. I handed you the folder to tell you how precarious your position is. If Caesar dies, you will follow suit. Mano, O Mano?”

“Caesar is...” Mark was unsure of the words. He was never better when arguing with the ladies.

“I sent a copy of the folder to Caesar. He was to be warned. His life could be endangered there.” The lady looked at Mark’s coffee cup. “Is it hot in that cup?”

“Fucked it!” Mark stood up. “I read the folder, and it contained things that we I was not to know. You know I was investigating the deaths of Moses and Isaac.”

“Which kept you away from fucking me. I am fine with that, but if someone takes my husband as part of the shooting gallery, I will hit back harder.” The lady took his coffee cup and poured the contents into the saucer. She poured herself the coffee from the pot. “It smells better.”

“Okay, assuming the folder contents are... true.  What should I do?” Mark looked at Fulvia.

“For one, you could fuck me, but I am not keen to do it here. There are peek holes here.” The lady looked back at Mark. “You could... No, you need the war. You must confront the other gangs who may be on the sidelines. Tell them to back off and then handle the ones on it. The Visigoths, the Parthians...”

“The Parthians are not involved. I was...” Mark pointed that out.

“Yes, you were staged as the clay pigeon, but they were lousy shots.” The lady smiled. “I would have done better. Fair, the Parthians are not in. What about Alain of the Visigoths? Or Charlie of the Tongs?”

“I will be meeting Alain today. On Charlie, I will let Enobarbus meet him.” Mark told the lady.

“And Brutus?” The lady asked.

“I will let Caesar decide.” Mark replied.

It was then that Jeeves stepped towards the coffee table.

“Jeeves, I do wonder how you fleet in and out here in the mansion. Are you...” The lady was cut off by Jeeves in her sentence.

“I am the staff that ensures the services at the mansion are at an absolute level. I remain discreet, and when called, I will be there.” Jeeves told her with a straight face. “More coffee, my lady?”

“Yes, please change the pot. I liked them hot.” The lady smiled.

“Will do, my lady. Oh, Boss. The others are asking for you at the library. I will send the coffee there later.” Jeeves took his leave, and Mark took off to the library. The lady sat there with her own thoughts.