"This story was given to us by…," Suetonius paused momentarily. He realized Urbicus was the source of this claim too, as the investigators glanced questioningly among themselves.
"Besides, my lords," Kenamun continued, "my master had already refused the youth such a project of his own making. Pachrates did so in the presence of Great Caesar."
"What, by Zeus, do you mean by that?!" Clarus exclaimed.
"The Bithynian, Antinous, approached my master and myself in the presence of Caesar and others while the Household was passing through Memphis some weeks ago. The youth proposed he offer himself as a sacrifice to the river to alleviate this summer's low flood ahead of next year's inundation. He said he owed it to Caesar in obligation."
"He owed it in obligation? And so..?" Suetonius asked.
"He suggested the great priest Pachrates could then recall him from death, just as he had retrieved other creatures from death in his magic displays."
The group looked to each other knowingly. Such magic was not credible in their eyes.
"What response did this generous offer receive?" Suetonius asked.
"My master was amazed, of course. Alarmed even. His magic is great, but recovery from death can only be achieved on rare occasions of the stars' configurations. Unless it's with small animals or other vermin, that is. Antinous and Caesar had witnessed such a unique demonstration with a criminal who was beheaded."
The group of four silently held their own counsel.
"Pachrates said No! to Antinous. But it was Caesar who was adamant. He refused the young man his wish outright.
He said the boy had no obligation to pursue such a course of action, despite his noble intentions. He angrily forbade it. Very angrily. Besides, Pachrates and I impressed upon the youth how someone drowns in the Nile every day. One of these daily accidents would be a sufficient sacrificial victim to the river's temper."
"Did this persuade the lad?"
"No, I don't think so. He also talked of exchanging boons. This is something to do with two people exchanging their life span in some magical way. It is a Greek or Roman or Chaldean magic I do not know."
"Who else attended this occasion at Memphis?" Clarus asked.
"Besides my master Pachrates, I recall Caesar and the young man, Governor Titianus, Senator Arrian, Senator Commodus, Secretary Vestinus, and their respective attendants and guards. The meeting was held to discuss the foundation of Caesar's new city of Hadrianopolis."
"Who were the attendants you mention?" Suetonius probed further.
"Why, if I recall correctly, other than slaves and servants, the Governor's lady companion Anna Perenna, with Tribune Macedo of Caesar's Praetorians, his Alexandrian officer Quintus Urbicus, and officers of the Horse Guard."
"Do you know the names of any of the Horse Guard?"
"Only the one with the face tattoos, Decurion Scorilo. He was in charge of Caesar's protection that day."
"These people were all party to this conversation?"
"Yes, they were in the chamber at the time, they witnessed the discussion."
"One question, priest. Do you recall what Antinous was wearing that particular day?" the biographer asked.
"How was he dressed? Oh, it were his usual sporty Greek attire, short Greek tunic, mantle, headband. That's all. The Bithynian did not dress to be noticed."
"Anything else? Adornments, buckles, bracelets, earrings?"
"No, he always dressed simply. He was wearing his finger ring, of course, the deep blue one with the mystic symbols. Abrasax, isn't it? Dark lapis lazuli from Bactria. I am told it's a special gift from Caesar found at Antioch. We of Egypt are wary of Abrasax."
"Why so, priest?"
"It's Chaldean magic. It's very potent. It possesses mysteries we do not understand. We are fearful of it. Only great beings can harness its powers. I would not dare wear such a talisman. It's said it destroys those who are inferior. It has a mind of its own, a cruel mind."
"You mentioned Anna Perenna. What do you know of this lady, priest?"
Kenamun hesitated briefly. A cloud passed across his features.
"Just between us, priest," Suetonius reassured the mortician, "just between us."
Kenamun prevaricated, but loosened up.
"This woman, gentlemen, is the Governor's Favorite. We must be careful in talking of the Governor's consort. When Caesar returns to Rome, it is Titianus who will rule here as Pharaoh. His consort will possess subtle influence. She will have great importance in our lives."
"Who is this woman? Where is she from? What are her merits?" the Special Inspector asked. "We have learned very little about her."
"Our contacts in Alexandria as well as Rome and Antioch, have tried to seek out her details. She arrived in Alexandria from Rome at the same time as the Governor about four years ago. We thought she was his wife, but she is not. She doesn't look Roman, yet she is the representative of one of Rome's most ancient cults. It is a tradition very popular with women among Romans and Greeks, like Isis."
"She doesn't look Roman, you say?"
"To my eye she looks to be of a barbarian race. But that cannot be. Her cult is Roman by definition."
"Anything more?"
"She is reputed to engage in arcane rituals. Some at Alexandria say she sacrifices to alien gods. There are stories, unpleasant stories."
Kenamun fell meaningfully silent.
"Yes. Go on. What stories?"
"There are whispers. At the Governor's Rhakotis Palace children are known to disappear. Very young children. Boys only. Bones and flesh debris have been found in palace drains. Palace slaves say they have been obliged to clean rooms sprayed with gore. There are grisly tales. But perhaps these are slanders by inferiors about their Roman mistress."
"I see, I think. Anything else?"
"She is reputed to possess a lively sexual appetite. She is thought to be a female cinaedus. She charms many men. She has her way with them. She is the Governor's consort, but she has lovers elsewhere. One or two have disappeared, I've heard it said."
"What else?"
"Anna Perenna is not her real name."
"What is her real name?"
"We don't know. When Pachrates journeyed to Rome last year he sought to find out. All he could discover was she was a chosen adoptee of her cult, no more. Perhaps they do not know her real origins themselves, the source has been lost."
"Do you think she had some influence over Antinous?" Suetonius posed.
"Yes. Perhaps. They have been seen talking together."
"So, do you think you know what happened to the boy?"
"I only know facets of his mind. The youth was set upon a mission. I overheard his urge often in Household conversations. But I do not know what the mission may have been.
At one time he asked certain services of us, services we will not — or cannot — provide, and Caesar refused to us anyway. How these services connected to his mission is unknown to me. But, my lords and lady," Kenamun offered thoughtfully, giving Surisca's presence an unexpected acknowledgement, "I can recommend to you a special method of enquiry into Caesar's companion's fate."
The group of four stirred to life again. It was very late, and their attention was drooping. Kenamun continued.
"We have residing with us here the famous Priest Si-Amun of the Temple of Zeus Ammon at Siwa Oasis. Si-Amun is this generation's Oracle of Siwa. Si-Amun is a master medium. He has travelled the long journey from Siwa to pay his respects to Caesar and participate in Hadrian's announcement today."
"Today? It's here already?" Suetonius asked without expecting an answer.
"A medium? An oracle? A seer?" Clarus queried.
"Yes indeed. Si-Amun knows nothing of your companion Antinous yet I am sure his gift as an Oracle will tell you much you do not yet know."