I leaned back on Galba’s bed, propping myself up on my elbows and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to concentrate. I had a suspicion as to where this was going, and it was bad. In the original timeline, Agrippina had showed interest in the legions when she was married to Claudius, and I wondered if she was going to take it another step now.
“Once inside the praetorium, she outlined her plans for the German campaign,” Galba continued. “At first, I thought little of it. They actually made sense. Besides, both Caligula and Tiberius visited their battlefield commanders when they were emperor, so I was initially hopeful, even thankful Agrippina was claiming a personal stake in the campaign. It meant we’d have the backing of the Senate, and it will definitely inspire the men.”
I tried not to think about Agrippina riding a horse, each leg dangling over the side, with the only thing covering her goods being her armor. Unfortunately, it was hard not to. The legions would love it and certainly inspire them.
“It wasn’t until she announced she would be assuming overall command, that I started to worry. As did my colleagues. Legate Gnaeus Hosidius Geta, my friend and one of Vespasian’s co-legates in Britain, was so bold as to ask her if she had lost her sanity. She had her Praetorians carry him outside where he was beaten and crucified. His replacement should be here within the month.” He paused as he looked guiltily into his cup before giving into temptation, swallowing its contents in one big gulp. “She will be with the army at every turn in the campaign and will, as is granted by her title, be commander of the army with Vespasian acting as her second.”
“You can’t be serious,” Helena grumbled.
“Of course I’m serious, woman! I do not need two of you talking down to me today…” he mumbled that last part, the alcohol already taking effect. “She is ready to take command and has two of her Praetorian cohorts and her Sacred Band with her to ensure a seamless transition.”
That was the first good news I’d heard yet. If I could get in contact with Gaius, Marcus, or even Quintilius, the Sacred Band’s primus pilus, perhaps I could get a clearer picture surrounding Agrippina and how to move forward after taking Nero.
“Other than her announcement, there is little else to report. We have plans to start the campaign in May, with plans to push all the way to the steppes of Sarmatia within two years.”
I whistled. That was an extremely ambitious plan. Rome had tried a number of times, but had never been able to conquer Germany, and while tentative progress would be made north of the Danube River by the time Trajan came to power, they didn’t hold it for long. Ambition aside, I really couldn’t see the logic in it. Germany was a recalcitrant and angry land. Its occupants wouldn’t sway to Roman rule easily. The only benefit the Romans would receive out of such an operation would be a strategic foothold against invading Huns in a few hundred years.
I take it back. If the Romans could hold the line in Sarmatia against that invasion, preventing the Great Migration, disallowing the thousands of Goths, Ostrogoths, Visigoths, Vandals, and other “barbarian” tribes into the Roman Empire, things may turn out differently. That event had always been one of the underlying reasons for “the fall of Rome”, but as interested as I was in testing the theory, I couldn’t let that happen.
It would defeat the purpose of everything I was trying to do.
“So what’s her itinerary for the rest of this week?” I asked.
“She’ll be staying on her barge, docked right next to the camp. We’ll be drilling the boys hard in the upcoming weeks so there will be little for her to do. Even though she wants to command, she doesn’t seem at all interested in the army’s readiness. I imagine she will be spending much of her time there with Nero.”
“So, he’s here?”
“I have not seen him as of yet,” Galba replied, “but Agrippina always keeps him close. I cannot tell you where he may be aboard the ship, but I can tell you that it is a labyrinth. It has many levels and its interior is honeycombed with passages and rooms. If you’re planning to board her, you will be searching for a long time.”
“Leave that to us,” I said, “We’re really good at sneaking around.”
“Yes,” Galba said slowly, “you are. Just don’t be fooled by Agrippina’s beauty a second time.”
I grimaced at the reminder. When Agrippina had tricked Santino and me into rescuing Nero four years ago, I had been doing my duty to an innocent child and his grieving mother. Most of me was at least, but I couldn’t deny that a part of me had been blinded by Agrippina’s little seduction act she pulled when convincing me to go. The woman practically threw herself at me, and I almost went for it. I may have never gone on the rescue mission at all had she not been so beautiful and alluring.
“Don’t worry about us, Galba,” Helena said. “Just ensure no one tips her off that you’ve been talking to us.” She finished her statement by jabbing a finger at him.
He smiled, directing it towards me. “I’ve always liked your woman,” he said, taking another pull of his wine. “Beautiful, angry and direct. Good qualities to have in a lover. If only all of us were so lucky.” He finished his thoughts with another long gulp of his wine, streams of the liquid messily running down his mouth.
“Maybe you should slow down a bit, Galba,” I said, indicating his cup. “I think you’ve had enough.”
“Bah!” He said, swinging his empty cup wildly. “I’m sure Vespasian won’t care. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in his tent doing the same thing right now.”
Galba stood, swaying in place after getting up too fast, his hand flying out to grasp his desk for stability. I looked at Helena and she returned my look with an amused smile. I rolled my eyes and stood to help the Roman collect his bearings.
He shrugged me off. “I’m fine… I’m fine. Now. Back under the bed. I will bring you some food tonight, but then you must leave.”
“What about my plan?” I asked as he turned to leave.
He reached up and gripped the cross bracing that held the tent together, just above the entrance. He hung there for a few seconds before turning to face me. “I will help you but not until the campaign is under way. Hopefully, you can then draw Agrippina away from Germany and let the professionals handle the war. Then we can use Vespasian’s triumphs to help convince the Senate and people of Rome he’s a worthy successor.”
I smiled. “Hey, that’s a good idea. Wish I would have thought of that.”
Galba didn’t return the smile. “I’ve had plenty of time to think today, and will have plenty of time still to come. You have not made my life any easier with your words; I just hope I don’t come to resent you for it.”
I gulped, hoping he didn’t either. Galba turned and stumbled out of the tent, leaving Helena and I alone once again. Standing halfway between the entrance and Helena, I turned and looked at her. She gave me a shrug, moved over to the cabinet where she placed her P90, retrieved it and started to clean it.
I dug out my radio and switched it back on.
I clicked the PTT button and spoke into my throat mic, “3–3, 3–1, over.”
Santino’s voice came back almost immediately. “This is 3–3. Where the fuck have you been?”
I smiled. “Sorry, 3–3. 3–2 and I have been…” I thought for the right words, something between the truth and something to push his buttons. “been busy.”
“Aw, that’s cute. Now, want to fill me in on why you turned off your damn radio?”
“Sorry again,” I repeated, “3–2 and I needed to lie low for the day. Our conversation with Triple Chin took longer than expected.” I still had to smile at our use of call signs and code names. There was no way anyone could pick up our transmissions, but it was still a good practice. “But, the mission was still successful. We’ve also learned that target November is staying onboard the barge.”