Minerva's strange message! Did it have meaning after all? As her companions shifted on their feet, waiting to be called, Ulrika focused on her respirations and forced them to slow down, calming herself, suppressing her fear. As she did so, she heard faint whispering—a soft susurration that lay just below the din in the marble hall. She looked around—were there more apparitions? What were they trying to tell her? And then the whispering receded and the frightened woman slowly faded before her eyes.
But Ulrika was excited. She had gained some small control over her gift. That was what the Goddess had told her. Ulrika must be conscious of her respirations before she could control the Divining. Minerva had been the first of her teachers!
The Praetorian captain came to life at that moment and grunted an order to his guards, and the six newcomers were prodded forward.
No one cleared the way as they had to shoulder through knots of men, and a few women, who looked by turns bored, impatient, angry, or hopeful as everyone awaited his or her turn before the new emperor.
But even as they drew near, Sebastianus and his friends were afforded no clear glimpse of the young Nero, as he was surrounded by advisors, in purple-edged togas or military dress, all leaning toward the throne like mother hens, clucking advice into the imperial ear.
The personage whom everyone saw, and who stood tall and powerful at the side of the white marble throne, was Empress Agrippina, a handsome woman in her forties, widely known to be ruthless, ambitious, violent, and domineering. It was also said she had a double canine in her upper right mandible, a sign of good fortune.
Agrippina wore a purple gown under a saffron-yellow palla edged in gold, her head crowned with hundreds of tiny curls. She was known to take long soaking baths in goat's milk, and employed a daily regimen of applying egg whites and flour to her face to enhance her fashionable paleness. As she was a great-granddaughter of the emperor Augustus, a great-niece and adoptive granddaughter of the emperor Tiberius, as well as sister to the emperor Caligula, niece and fourth wife of the emperor Claudius, and finally mother of the newly seated Emperor Nero, Agrippina bestowed upon her son an illustrious bloodline.
That she had poisoned her husband Claudius so that Nero could claim the throne, no one doubted for a moment. But where was the proof? Imperial household staff told of the empress's heroic efforts at the dinner table to save her stricken husband, kneeling at his side, forcing his mouth open so that she could insert a quill feather to induce vomiting. And Claudius did indeed vomit, which should have expressed the ingested poison (from mushrooms, it was whispered) but then he died anyway. No one could fault the empress, as she did try to save his life, although rumor had it that the quill had been dipped in toxin obtained from a rare fish and that it was the second poisoning that had done the emperor in.
The empress leaned forward now, long pincer-like fingers gripping her son's shoulder, and murmured something, and the clot of advisors dissolved. As the men drew back, Sebastianus and his friends saw a youth on the white marble throne, wearing a white tunic under a white purple-edge toga, with a laurel wreath above his brow. The sixteen-year-old possessed regular features, a light downy beard on his jaw, and surprisingly blue eyes. His neck was unusually thick for one so young, giving him an athletic appearance that he otherwise did not have. "The reputation of the Gallus family is well known, Sebastianus," the young Caesar said without preamble. "You and your father and grandfather have served Rome and her people well. And now we are told you wish to open a diplomatic route to China?"
"That is true, sire," Sebastianus said, blinking in surprise. He had not been expecting this. "I wish for the men of China to know the might and grandeur of Rome. I wish also to expand Caesar's network of friends and allies."
"Other men wish to do the same. Why should I select you above the others?"
Sebastianus glanced at Ulrika. Thinking of the idea that had come to him from something Ulrika had said the night they spent in the cave, and knowing his idea would completely distinguish him from his competitors, he said, "Because, sire, I alone can guarantee that I shall make it to the distant Orient. Where others will certainly fail, I shall be successful. And I promise that not only will I return with new friends of Rome, and their treaties, I will return with treasure beyond imagining."
Nero bent his head back and looked down his nose at the supplicant, a mannerism that made Sebastianus wonder if the boy had practiced it in a mirror. "Tell me, Gallus, how can you make such a guarantee when no other trader can?"
"I have recently come from Germania Inferior, where I regularly conduct business in Colonia, and there I learned a special secret."
"And what might that be?" Nero asked, and Agrippina, the imperial advisors, and those nearest, listened with interest.
Sebastianus's heart raced. This was a moment he had dreamed of all his life. "It is being said, sire, that Commander Gaius Vatinius employed deceptive measures to give his soldiers a tactical advantage. He operated under the clever strategy that things are not always what they seem. When I heard this, I saw how such tactics could be employed along a trade route. For example, brigands who prey upon caravans are blinded by greed and tend to see only what they expect to see. They know that merchants and traders spend more time at the dinner table than at the gymnasium, and so the thieves who lie in wait for a caravan expect to descend upon soft, weak men. And that is how such missions fail. But in this case, using General Vatinius' strategy, my caravan will be different. The brigands will not know that our robes and turbans and beards disguise trained fighting men. What the brigands will not be expecting is the element of surprise."
Nero pursed his lips as one of his advisors, a man in military dress, leaned forward to murmur in his ear.
"Continue, Sebastianus Gallus," the young emperor said after a moment.
"In addition, sire, when the brigands attack my caravan, not only will they find themselves suddenly fighting soldiers, they will also find themselves being attacked from behind. Another tactic I learned from General Vatinius."
The military advisor again murmured something to Nero, who said, "Clever strategy, Sebastianus Gallus. But how will you be able to create such a fighting unit?"
"May I call my steward forward, sire? He is not a slave, but a freeman, and a veteran of Rome's elite legions."
When Primo stepped forward, a look of awe and bewilderment on his disfigured face, Sebastianus continued: "What my trusted steward has told me of warfare, and how to win, is three essential rules: attack before being attacked, wage the battle in the enemy's territory so that his losses are all the greater, and use the element of surprise, for that is the deadliest weapon. These guarantee victory, great Caesar, and Primo is a master at all three."
"You expect one man to do all that?" Nero said with a trace of scorn.
Sebastianus did not take offense. "Although Primo is retired from the army, he still has military connections, friends who serve the Empire at this moment, and so he has entry into all garrisons, forts, barracks. In addition, Primo knows many retired legionaries who would be more than eager to fight again for Rome. But there is more," Sebastianus added, warming to his topic. "As I travel the eastern route, I will send spies ahead, men dressed as local folk, to blend in and talk in taverns and at waysides, to learn what they can of planned attacks. And then I will send soldiers ahead to hide and come in behind any brigands who lie in wait."