The Hadrian Enigma - A Forbidden History (52 page)

Perhaps my lady was invoking some potion or magician’s effigy with special powers for him to attract Caesar’s attentions again? You’ll have to ask her yourself, my friends. She knew the lad far better than I. She can be found on this very vessel at the stern cabin.

Go knock at her door, gentlemen. I must now bid you farewell.”

CHAPTER 22

A
fter a long pause a husky female voice responded from behind the locked portal.

“
Tell them to be gone, girl! I’m engaged in sacred rites,” the voice firmly instructed her servant from within the cabin.

Clarus would have none of this.

“
Lady Anna Perenna of Alexandria, your visitors attend you on command of Great Caesar!” he bellowed. “We are on Imperial business and demand your immediate presence! We possess Imperial authority and the right to enforce it!”

Again a few moments elapsed before the group of four and the serving girl heard the bolts and braces of the cabin door being shunted open. The gilded carvings of the portal widened marginally to reveal a shadowy interior whose darkness at midday was illumed with a few lamps or tapers.

A billow of air steeped in expensive Arabian frankincense wafted through the portal from within the gloom. Fine streams of daylight pierced the vessel’s timbers as suspended dust particles shimmered sinuously through the pall.

“
Enter!” the woman’s voice commanded gruffly. The serving girl pushed the door wider to permit entry to the visitors.

When the four came to rest a few steps within the cabin’s gloom their eyes settled on the solitary figure standing aloof before them. Amid the velvety glow of oil-lamps and an amber radiance emitted by thin alabaster portholes diffusing the afternoon’s external blaze, the Special Inspector’s group found itself in the presence of a tall, slender, dark skinned, dark haired female of a strikingly grave countenance.

Her ebony black pupils pierced the gloom from behind a face lacquered in an opaque mask of white pastes in the fashionable Palatine style. Her lips were painted with cosmetic oil the color of drab clotted blood. Carefully applied outlines in
kohl
eyeliner highlighted her eyes in the manner worn by the upper-classes at Egypt, with scarlet dots and edgings to augment the impact elaborately.

Suetonius perceived on closer scrutiny how the generous coat of face paint was also a camouflage aiming to conceal significant skin lacerations or the eruptions of a defunct pox beneath the ashen patina.

Poxes are egalitarian in their impact on both the
plebs
and the elites of the Empire, at least among those who had survived their vicissitudes in youth, Suetonius recalled. Poxes and leprosies were a cautionary sight, possibly intimating a risk of the presence of some vile contagion.

Anna Perenna’s hair was carefully wound and woven into a high mound of elaborate whorls giving the woman an even greater sense of height, while her plain silken tunic was cross-tied and belted with silk cords announcing her to be of Latin rather than of Greek or Egyptian provenance. She wore little jewelry other than delicate shoulder-length drop earrings of a primitive design with fine iron rings on three fingers of her left hand.

Something about the woman’s appearance was familiar to the biographer, though he couldn’t put his finger on the precise recall. She spoke educated Latin in a studied manner which communicated strong resolution of purpose.

“
You are here upon imperial business, you say?” she asked without any hint of apprehension.

“
Indeed, madam,” Clarus responded, once again waving his scroll of authority.

“
Perform your duty then,” she announced in a manner suggesting an instruction rather than her own compliance.

She turned to perform a ritual wafting of her hands across a set of miniature
lares
figurines arranged in a sand tray between ornate lamps and incense burners as she murmured a liturgical formula in some indecipherable language. She then took her seat on a high matron’s chair facing the visitors where she primly awaited their obedience.

The group of four scanned the contents of this aft-cabin at the stern of
The Alexandros
as river waters audibly slapped against the timbers of the brace of
biremes
lashed underneath. Open chests on the cabin floor revealed stacked arrays of small bottles, jars, and flasks containing fluids, powders, herbs, or morsels of organic materials.

A work table was laden with writing instruments, a mortar and pestle, mixing bowls, and a frosty glass beaker on a tripod with a heating lamp beneath. A nest of aged scrolls stood to one side while around the walls hung fronds of dried flora, wild grasses, and unknown organic debris.

Finely worked instruments of bronze including knives, spoons, serrated saws, probes, and surgical paraphernalia were suspended along the hull in racks. Crumbling remnants of a mummified cat, an ibis, an infant crocodile and, Suetonius suspected, a desiccated human fetus were slung on hooks across a corner stall, while knitted drapes veiled sections of the compartment from view.

High on a crossbeam one solitary lamp sat before a shrine’s niche to cast its sacramental glow across the nebulous features of a miniature figurine in human form. The effigy was looped with a thong securing a gilded locket or coin purse around its shoulders. The figurine rested against a terracotta
amphora
used for storing middling measures of oil or wine. The amphora appeared to have leaked a thin drip of its contents down the timber bulwark.

Each of the intruders suspected how without the generous effusion of aromatic incense and perfume the cabin would probably reek of musty decay, or worse.

“
What is your purpose, gentlemen?” the Alexandrian priestess enquired

“
Madam, we are here under Caesar’s instruction to enquire into your knowledge of the details of the death of Caesar’s
Companion of the Hunt
, Antinous of Bithynia. We seek all information possible about the young man’s death and his whereabouts the night before last. We are obliged to record our interview for the legal register, if you please. So you will respond to our individual questions,” Clarus intoned crisply

“
I see,” the woman said with complete composure. “This is an interrogation? I doubt I can be of much assistance to you but, well then, take your dictation.”

“
For our record, name who you are and under whose household do you receive protection or patronage? State your origins, age, and personal details.”

“
Me? I see. Well sirs, I am known as Anna Perenna, the priestess of the cult of Anna Perenna at Alexandria. I am a freeborn Roman citizen and have been trained in our arts since childhood at our ancient foundation at Rome.

I was assigned to Egypt three years ago as the cult’s representative under the protection of the Prefect Governor, Flavius Titianus. I live as a member the governor’s
clientela
, but am sustained by an endowment independently afforded by my foundation at Rome. I also receive fees and gifts as a priestess to adherents of my cult. My age? I am told I was born in the first year of Caesar Trajan, which makes me thirty-two years of age. I do not know which month, but I celebrate my birth on Anna Perenna’s traditional date.”

Suetonius thought that an odd uncertainty in someone of the
patrician
class, but many people are uncertain of their exact age regardless of class.

“
So you are a citizen of Rome, madam?” Suetonius enquired out of heightened curiosity, recognizing how interrogation-by-torture would not be a legal option.

“
We priestesses of one of the most ancient consecrated orders of Roman tradition are citizens by definition,” she replied confidently. “But we’re a permissive cult unlike, say, the Vestals who are committed to absolute chastity on pain of death. For many centuries we’ve been known for our merry ways and we live to our liking.

We especially serve women with the medicaments, herbs, and practices necessary for controlling fertility. We also provide all manner of charms and potions to assist in love making or romance and dealing in matters of sex, childbearing, or attracting a partner. The services of Anna Perenna are highly sought after.”

“
I’m sure you are, madam. You are aware of the young man Antinous’s death, my lady?” Clarus asked plainly.

Perenna considered her response thoughtfully.

“
Why, gentlemen, should I know anything about the young man’s death?”

“
It is known to us, madam, how you have shared the company and conversation of the youth on occasions over recent times,” Suetonius proposed. “We seek your views on the matter.”

“
So? I share the company of many members of the Court, gentlemen. I offer advice on matters of a personal nature to quite a few of the Household. This has included the youth Antinous in recent times. It is my duty and my vocation as a priestess of my cult. It also enhances my income.”

“
I return to our original question, madam. What is your knowledge of the death of the Bithynian? Please remember, madam, we are recording your words in due legal process,” Suetonius stated purposefully as Strabon’s stylus fluttered over a wax tablet.

“
Nothing, gentlemen. I know absolutely nothing of the Bithynian’s death,” she declared conclusively, “though I was saddened to hear of it. I’ve included the shade of the dead lad in my daily prayers and offerings. I will pray for him through the nine days of his shade’s progress through the Underworld to assist in his resolve.”

“
His resolve
, did you say Madam?” Suetonius queried.

Perenna baulked for a moment before such an ignorant query.

“
The newly-deceased need all the prayers that may be offering, gentlemen,” she confirmed. “His journey through the Underworld deserves our support, don’t you think?”

“
In your past conversations with him did you detect any issues which could lead to such an unexpected outcome? We are led to believe he discussed matters with you on occasion, possibly of a personal nature?” the biographer asked.

“
I do not share the confidences of my clients with others, gentlemen, as you would expect. But the fellow is dead and it’s true he was unhappy about many things, to my view. As many at Court were aware, his relationship with Great Caesar had expired. Yes, he did seek advice from me on certain matters, and I offered my assistance as best I could.”

“
What was the advice he sought and the manner of your assistance?” Clarus forwarded.

“
Some things remain confidential, gentlemen. Yet I suggested to Antinous I would prepare a suitable potion and advise him of an appropriate ritual which might fulfill his needs. This appeared to address his motives,” she offered quietly. “He was a willing supplicant.”

“
Was your potion for Antinous, or for Caesar, priestess?” Suetonius asked with just the barest hint of skepticism. “And did your rituals achieve their desired effects?”.

The eyes of the woman with the painted, scarred features flashed intently from behind their ashen pallor for a moment, but then resumed their unwavering gaze.

“
The potion was only for the youth. I would not dare prescribe an elixir for Great Caesar unless requested personally by our
Princeps
or his physicians.”

“
What were the lad’s motives precisely then, madam?” Suetonius continued. Perenna hesitated.

“
The Bithynian wished a magical substitution, a special mystical substitution. My potion and ritual was created to give Antinous solace in this matter. The ritual was to affect a transfer of energies, once a traditional specialty of my cult. Whether it has achieved its goals is yet to be seen, my lords,” the priestess uttered, somewhat ambiguously.

“
Yet to be seen
?” Clarus barked. “The boy is dead, madam! What is there to see?”

“
So you have told me, gentlemen,” she replied simply.

“
Do you expect the lad to revive from his fate, Priestess?!” Clarus continued.

“
People reach from beyond the grave in differing ways, gentlemen,” Perenna replied enigmatically. “I am not denying or confirming such possibilities.”

She uttered this with the confidence of either the true believer or an utter confabulator.

Suetonius decided to take a different path.

“
My lady, we are told you possess remarkable skills. It’s said you commune with the dead. Is this true?” the Special Inspector asked. The priestess shifted bolt upright.

“
Where did you learn this notion?” she asked.

“
From several sources, madam,” Suetonius replied, “including the Prefect Governor.”

“
I am the priestess of my tradition at Alexandria, sir. From our inception at Rome in the time of the Etrurian kings we have engaged in wonders. Originally we were simple celebrants of the seasons and the annual harvest at Rome, but over the ages we’ve become mistresses of Cyclical Time itself. This, as well too as fertility, childbirth, or spiritual healing,” the calm figure before the group expounded without diffidence.

“
From time to time as the
Grandmother of Time
we are called upon to make contact with the deceased. We look deeply into Time and search out the shades of the dead. In this art we explore ways to heal the living or put the dead to rest. Or, we utilize Time itself to exchange a devotee’s fate with another’s to affect enhanced life. We attend the infirm and the hale alike. There is much in our tradition which challenges the notions of the mundane world, yet we bring comfort or reassurance to our devotees.”