“So you basically founding nothing then,” I pointed out, perhaps a bit too obnoxiously.
“That is inaccurate,” Varus countered. “While I have yet to understand its true purpose, I was able to discover that the way in which you used the orb to arrive in Rome was not how it was intended to be operated.”
Before I responded, I had to remind myself to keep my thoughts succinct. Varus still thought we were from a distant land, but still from this time period, and that’s how it had to stay. While he was probably the only Roman I could truly trust, even more so than Galba, he was too close to Agrippina. I couldn’t let that information fall into her hands. All it would take is for her to think that maybe Varus had more information than he was letting on, and that he needed a little more coaxing before he gave it up.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked. “It seemed to have worked pretty good last time I checked.”
Varus waved a hand at me in an irritated fashion. “You listen, but you do not hear, Hunter. I’m surprised. After our first meeting, I had thought you to be more than just a mere barbarian, unlike that savage over there,” he said indicating to Santino.
Hearing attention directed at him, Santino’s head snapped around with a big grin on it.
“Think,” Varus continued, tapping temple. “You are right that it did indeed perform a most fascinating function, in this case, bringing you to Rome from wherever you are from, but did it not seem almost… random? Crude? It seems to me that your arrival was little more than blind luck. What good does it do Remus to have a handful of advanced people find their way to Rome five hundred years after his death?”
“Well, maybe something went wrong with his plans,” I offered. “He thought he could use the orb somehow but something happened, and he never got around to using it.”
“Exactly. But for what then? Do you remember the message and how it referred to only those of his own blood possessing the ability to use the orb? If that were so, then at the time, only he and Romulus could wield its power. So why didn’t they?”
I cupped my chin in my left hand and thought about it. Varus’ logic was sound, but he didn’t have enough information to create an effective hypothesis. From his perspective, the orb didn’t work through time. He had no idea what the thing really does. But, it did make me think about one thing, something I hadn’t thought of before. If Remus knew how to wield the power of the orb, which he clearly must have, how come when Varus first touched it years ago, the first person to do so in possibly five hundred years, did he not get sent back to the days of Remus, instead of me showing up, also not in the days of Remus? Or how come he didn’t go to the future?
“I’ve got nothing,” I said. “What do you think?”
“I believe your experience was merely an accident of circumstance,” he answered. “It is a transportation device, yes, but I do not think the way you used it was the way it was supposed to work.”
“Then how?”
Varus shrugged. “That, I do not know, but I am convinced it is meant to be used in a different way. Unfortunately, I have not seen the orb in years. Once it was brought to me during the battle outside of Rome, I had it taken to Galba’s praetorium. It was gone when I went looking for it after the battle.”
“Someone stole it?” I asked.
“I believe so. It has put me in a very limited position. However, I have transcribed the odd mantra found at the bottom of the manuscript and I want you to have it. I am confident that it will be important one day.”
Varus held out the scroll of papyrus he had found, and I tentatively accepted it. Unrolling it, I noticed a small paragraph written out twice.
“What does it say?” I asked.
“I do not know,” he answered. “It reads as gibberish to me. Many of the words have no Latin equivalent that I have been able to discover, and the rest of it speaks of mathematics and calculations, something I am certainly not well versed in.
“But as you can see, I have provided the original Etruscan and then transcribed it phonetically for you at the bottom. I still need time to work on a proper translation, but I fear I may never succeed. At times I almost wish Claudius was still alive. He was the only other man I knew who could read Etruscan, and his vocabulary far outweighed my own.”
Gears in my mind churned at his words. I’d almost forgotten that in the original timeline, Claudius had been one of a handful of people who could still read and write Etruscan. Something about that seemed important, but I wasn’t sure what. I shook my head and returned my attention to Varus.
“But why me? I thought I was just another annoying plebian.”
“Hunter, you insult yourself. After that night you risked your life to save my own, when we had only known each other a few hours, it would be unthinkable of me to still perceive you as such. You’re a good man, and now that Caligula is gone, certainly the only man I would ever trust with this information. If there’s anyone who can discern this mystery, it is you.”
“That’s… nice.” I paused. “I guess. Look, Varus, we need to talk,” I told him as I rolled up the small piece of papyrus and placed it in my waterproof pouch. “Don’t you find it strange that we’re here?”
He blinked. “Well, yes, it does seem odd that you would be sneaking aboard Agrippina’s ship.”
I rolled my eyes. It was always the smart ones who were always so dumb.
“We could really use your help, Varus. Can you tell us where Nero is?”
“Nero?” He repeated. “No, I cannot. I haven’t seen him in months, very few people have. Agrippina keeps him very secluded.”
I looked over at Santino who remained focused on the door.
“We have intelligence that he’s onboard,” I said.
Varus looked confused. “I suppose he may be. Agrippina hardly lets him out of her sight. If he were here, he should be with her.”
“Can you take us to her?”
“Yes, but why?”
I sighed, there was no way I could explain the whole thing to him quickly. “It’s a long story, but I’m satisfied Agrippina is going to lead Rome into ruin, and if not her, it will be Nero. I’m planning to blackmail her by capturing him and put someone else on the throne.”
Varus looked relieved. “You are!? Thank the gods. I cannot stand her, and Nero is almost as bad. Such a spoiled brat. He’s horrible!”
“Shh, keep your voice down,” I whispered. At least he took the news well. “What’s your gripe with her anyway?”
He opened his arms wide to encompass his small room. “She is the one who has tasked me with all of this. I do not know how she even knew about it, but she does, and she is determined to take advantage. She constantly comes to me, hoping for answers, taking up hours of my time discussing my translations which should be meaningless to her…” His voice trailed off, as though there were more to the story.
“What?” I asked.
“She is relentless,” he moaned. “Every week she comes to my home and whispers seductively in my ear. Her intent is obvious, but she only uses her sexuality to frustrate and aggravate me. It was nice at first, for she is very beautiful, but after years of forced servitude in her employ, I would now prefer her dead or gone. My wife has not been happy with her antics and it has placed considerable strain on my marriage.”
“We’ll deal with it,” I reassured, “but our main concern now is getting her away from Germany. We need the professionals to handle the war, not some amateur with great legs.”
“I agree. Her decision to come here was rash and not agreed upon by many of her military advisors back in Rome.”
“Fine. Whatever. Can you take us to her room?”
“Yes. Follow me.”
Santino relinquished his position by the door and fell into step behind Varus as he lead the way out of his small room, throwing Santino one last look of annoyance before stepping through the door. Following his lead, we traveled up one floor and took a right turn at the rear of the ship. He led us to a large door only a short walk away from the stairwell.