Perennius turned again to look at the aide with his silk and his smooth hands and his eyes like a wolf's. They came from different backgrounds but the two of them recognized each other. "I don't worry," the agent said. "I leave that to other people."
As Perennius left the office, thrusting his broad shoulders through the press of clerks, he heard Calgurrio saying plaintively, "But why did he put something like this in writing?"
CHAPTER THREE
One of the troopers muttered in disbelief. The decision, Ursinus, hushed the man, but Ursinus' face showed some doubt also.
"You don't mean here, Mother?" asked Sacrovir. He glanced toward the building they were passing on the way to what must be a brothel. The corner building had military guards, showing it had official status of some kind. That seemed a more likely resort of the "source of power" they sought than did a whorehouse, even a whorehouse in Rome.
Julia nodded to her son like a bird bobbing its head. She wore an enveloping gray cloak, hooded and pinned shut in front. The garment was not for warmth but to hide from view the costume she wore beneath it. The seeress' breeches and long-sleeved shirt were a patchwork of skins from over a hundred species of animals and birds. Alone, the outfit was that of a tattered scarecrow. Those who saw Julia wearing the costume, moving in it, could not doubt that the garb had purposes beyond those of mere clothing. "I know where I am being led," the seeress said. Her voice, though distinct, had the unworldly quality of a distant echo. The soldiers, all but Julius Sacrovir, her son, stirred uneasily.
"Let's go, then," Sacrovir ordered. He was slightly the youngest of the five-man escort, but he had been born to authority. Further, Sacrovir had a familiarity with his mother's work so that it did not make him uneasy as it did the others.
Sacrovir himself had sung the prelude to the rites in Trier from which this mission had sprung. The youth's clear falsetto had rung from the stone arches as dignitaries waited tensely and the Emperor Postumus shivered in the armor he wore as a public reminder of his military valor. On the feather-cushioned throne, Julia had begun to speak in a voice like the piping of birds. . . .
Now the little woman followed as if drawn by the wake of her tall, powerful son. The other troopers marched to either side of the seeress, pair and pair. They kept step by habit, unremarkable in this city of soldiers and troop-guarded administrators. If the entourage was unusual, it was for the fact that it surrounded a woman afoot.
It was too early in the afternoon for the brothel to be busy, though there was probably a back entrance and a latchbell for emergency service even during the hours the front doors were barred. Those doors were open now, however, and the madam was in her barred kiosk just within them. She looked startled by the size and ordered bearing of the party. A slave who had been mopping the gray and green terrazzo floor scampered off, perhaps to wake the bouncer. Alcoves led off the entrance hall. An open staircase led up to the rooms on the second story.
"How can I help you, gentlemen?" the madam asked brightly as her fingers clicked shut the cash box. Cartoons frescoed over the arch of each alcove suggested a variety of possibilities. In some cases, these official displays had been supplemented by notes and still cruder drawings added by customers waiting on a full night.
"There's someone here we need to see," said Sacrovir, wishing he had more details.
"Why of course, honey," the madam began with her false smile.
Julia reached out from beneath her cloak. "Up there," she said to her son. She pointed with a hand wearing a cat-skin mitten. The fur side was inward, but it spilled out in purest white where the mitten was drawn over the seeress' wrist. Sacrovir obeyed the direction, striding to the stairs without another glance at the woman in the kiosk. The young man was wired into another universe, though by no means as thoroughly as was his mother.
The madam paused with one hand on the door of her cage. Her mouth was open to cry out. Ursinus rang a coin on the travertine counter, silencing the alarm before it was uttered. "Won't be any trouble," the soldier said in his Gallic accent. He waved the other troopers by with his left hand. "Kid's a little strange, you know, but it won't be any trouble." Ursinus followed the rest of the group up the stairs, his hand close by the hilt of his cloak-covered sword. In the kiosk, the madam was looking with surprise at the face on the coin she had just been given.
Two girls were arguing over a bracelet in the upper hall. Their shrill voices softened quickly into overtures as the men and Julia pushed by. One of the troopers paused a half-step when the blond prostitute caught his eye and stroked her bare breast. A snapped command from Ursinus moved him on again.
"Here," said Julia. She reached out and tapped a door. The usual price marker had been removed from its peg, leaving a lighter square on the door panel.
"Hey, you can't go in there," called the blond girl who had tried to accost them. "That's a special rental, sort of."
Sacrovir knocked louder.
The latch snicked, allowing the door to open a crack. It would have closed again if one of the troopers had not blocked it with his foot. "Go away," rasped an indescribable voice. "I am not to be disturbed."
"We offer you help for help," said the seeress. She shrugged and her cape dropped away. The different sheens and patterns of the costume beneath blended into an odd unity. Perhaps that was a trick of the uncertain light. "The power of our Emperor, for the - power you control."
The bouncer, naked except for breeches and a three-foot cudgel, pounded up the stairs. The oil with which he had been being massaged shone on his bunched shoulders. Ursinus motioned one of his men to his side, though neither Gaul drew a weapon for the moment.
The door opened fully. The figure within the room was short, caped and cowled as the seeress herself had been. It wore a veil. The features beneath the shadowing veil were so still as to belie their appearance of flesh. "Come," said the figure in its harsh voice that did not move its lips. Something bright as jewelry, too bright for a weapon, winked from a fold in its garment. "What is it that your Emperor thinks he allies himself with?"
Julia moved like a sleepwalker. She followed the figure back into the chamber. On the other side of the room was a door open onto a balcony. Daylight blurred and haloed the other figure. Sacrovir paused on the threshold and looked back to the other men of the escort.
Ursinus clenched his fist with the thumb displayed in a gesture from the amphitheatre. "We'll keep our friend company out here," the decurion said. He nodded toward the bouncer. "Convince him that there's nothing going down that he needs to worry about."
Sacrovir jerked his head in assent. He slipped into the private room after his mother. The door latched behind him.
"With your help," Julia was whispering, "there can be an Empire united again on Trier. I have seen it, seen armies melting away before Postumus like trees struck by summer lightning. . . . What do you wish of Postumus, then? We are sent to make it yours."
Sacrovir backed without noticing his own motion until his shoulders pressed against the door panel. His eyes jumped around the room like sparrows in a bush. The youth did not let them light too long on either his mother or on the sunlight-shimmering figure his mother had journeyed so far to meet.
"You know nothing," the figure said in wonder. The object it held was no longer so clearly not a weapon.
"We know you have the power to destroy armies," the seeress replied without emotion.
"These others are fighters?" the figure asked abruptly. Its gesture rumpled but did not pass the enveloping cloak.
"My son, yes, and soldiers," Julia said. "There are thousands more soldiers for the Emperor Postumus to lead at your bidding - and with your aid. There are infinite futures, but I have seen ..."