“ Cassius a gardener?” Titus was surprised. He couldn’t envision the old warrior as such. “and his loyalty?”
“Is to Rome.”
Titus knew what that short answer meant. Cassius, despite his retirement, held great sway with the legions. And the legions were the seat of power.
“And the gladiator Falco? He served with Cassius, and I saw today that he is very popular with the crowd in the arena.” The crowd was a dangerous thing in the city. Let the grain stop flowing for a day or two, and they might storm the Palatine.
“Falco is an odd man,” Thyestes said. “He is involved with Domidicus’ wife, Epione. She plays with him, something that might come back to harm her in more ways than she can imagine.”
Titus knew Epione. She was a powerful and dangerous woman. “What do you mean?”
“She bought Falco’s children while he was in the legion and secreted them away. With this power, she makes him fight, even though he was granted his freedom from his service in the X Legion. Now, he is under the lanista Gaius Marcus, but he really fights for her. She holds out to him the promise she will free his children one day. That day has never come.”
Women. Titus knew they were like vipers. Domidicus was an ally, a powerful member of the Senate. A threat to Domidicus was a threat to the emperor. If Epione was undermining her husband’s position… Titus filed that thought away for the moment. There was also the issue that Gaius Marcus worked for him, not Epione.
“Does she take any of Falco’s purse?”
“No. She likes the power of controlling such a man. He has a reputation of being as good in the bedroom as he is in the arena.”
“Is there a link between Falco and Cassius?”
“Other than their service together? None that I know of.”
Titus relaxed slightly. The thought of a general popular with the army and a gladiator popular with the people conspiring together had him worried. But hearing that Cassius was gardening and Falco was in a woman’s thrall reduced that fear. “What do you have?” he asked, indicating the doors beyond which those who wanted to see the emperor waited.
“There is a most strange envoy from Delphi I believe you should see first.”
Titus frowned. He knew the waiting hall must be packed with supplicants and envoys.
Thyestes held out his hand and uncurled his fingers. A ring lay on the Greek palm. “It is Caesar’s.”
There had been many Caesars, Titus knew, including himself now, but knew from Thyestes’s tone who he was referring to. The first emperor, Julius himself. The ring was gold with a jewel set in the center.
“The envoy had it. It is not well known, but Caesar did stop at Delphi on his way to Egypt to consult the oracle.”
“The oracle did not warn him of Cleopatra,” Titus noted with a laugh.
“Actually, I believe she did warn him of Cleopatra,” Thyestes said.
Titus scowled. “What does this envoy want?”
“She would not tell me.”
“She?”
“A priestess of the oracle.”
Titus rubbed a finger along his bottom lip. Priestesses and oracles. He had learned they either lied to give false good news or were honest and thus delivered bad news.
“Clear the chamber, then admit her,” Titus ordered.
Thyestes emptied the room, then went to the double doors that were directly opposite Titus. The room between was lined with larger-than-life statues of all the previous Caesars looking down on those who came forward to see the present emperor. Thyestes rapped on the door, and they swung open, admitting a woman dressed in trousers and a short-sleeved tunic under a long, black, unadorned cloak. As the doors shut behind her, Titus studied her. She was tall, impressive looking, almost what he would consider Amazonian, and her red hair was quite striking, most unlike a Greek. He had seen some of the women of the Germans who fought next to their men, and she would fit in quite well with those maddened shrews who threw themselves onto Roman swords so their men could strike.
“Most noble emperor,” the woman bowed at the waist but did not kneel as proper protocol directed.
Titus let it pass. If she was one who delivered false good news. He would have her head on a stake on the walls of the palace. If she delivered bad news, he might also do the same, he mused.
“What do you know that is so important you could not tell Thyestes?” he demanded.
“My name is Kaia. I come from the oracle with grave news.”
Not a sycophant, then, Titus knew. He was disappointed. He might have had some fun with her before having her head lopped off. He held up the ring. “Thyestes tells me this was Julius Caesar’s.”
“The oracle gave it to me as a way to gain admittance with my message.”
“It must be an important message,” Titus noted.
“There is a threat to not only your empire but the entire world.” Kaia said simply.
A half smile curled the left side of Titus’s mouth. “A most dire pronouncement. What is this threat?”
“A Shadow grows in the land north of your province in Regnum Bosporus,” Kaia said.
Titus waited. Bospora was on the north side of Ponus Euxius, the sea north of Persia. It was a poor region that he didn’t even really control other than on paper, a place of barbarians and little profit.
“The Shadow is in the form of a gate to a terrible place. It opens every so often, and when it does, death and destruction spew forth into our world.”
“Why should I be concerned about a shadow outside of my kingdom.” Titus asked.
“Because its reach is far. It has already sent its power in the land under your feet. And it will grow stronger the longer this gate remains open.”
“Where does this gate lead to?” Thyestes asked.
“I do not know,” Kaia admitted.
“How does it send power under our feet?” Titus demanded. “It there a god on the other side of this gate?”
“Something with the power of gods is there,” Kaia said.
“Do you have proof of this?” Titus asked.
“The oracle has foreseen it. And it has happened before. My homeland in Thera was destroyed long ago by this Shadow.”
Titus knew of Thera. He had sailed by there on his way to Palestine. It was obvious to anyone that the island had been smashed by some terrible force long ago.
“I do not doubt the word of the oracle,” Titus said, “but I have learned that such words can have many meanings. Isn’t that the way you can keep all your supplicants happy?”
“I am not here to make you happy.” Kaia’s eyes met his. “Tomorrow you will see the power of the Shadow not far from here.”
Titus straightened. “What do you mean?”
“You will see the power of the Shadow come out of the Earth itself. Then we will speak again. I mean no disrespect, Emperor, and I understand your reluctance to believe me, but tomorrow I think there will be no questions.”
Titus glanced at Thyestes, then back at the priestess. “You speak very boldly in the presence of the emperor of the known world. You will stay in the palace tonight and tomorrow attend the games under the guard of my Praetorians. If I happen to miss this display of power tomorrow, I will have you placed in the arena for my amusement, and your head will adorn the wall of my palace tomorrow evening.
“You will not miss it,” Kaia assured him.
“I will let you visit your children after the games are over,” Epione said. “I’ve even been thinking of freeing them.”
“You lie,” Falco said.
Epione indicated for him to start rubbing her other foot. Falco was on his knees, his scarred hands working the tender flesh of her feet. They were in her quarters, adjacent to the Imperial Palace. Falco had come here after dark, and he knew he would be leaving before dawn, after he had performed for her.