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The Sword of Jupiter (Imperium #1) - Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2019-12-04 13:48:56 +0000 UTC
Ky was surprised when Lucilla stood and left the meeting room with him.
“You aren’t going to stay?”
“No. The only reason I was there was because you asked for my input, but they would be uncomfortable if I stayed. Honestly, if the emperor weren’t my father, they wouldn’t have tolerated a woman in that room at all, at least not at the table as their equal.”
“That doesn’t seem right.”
“That’s how the world works.”
They started walked out of the imperial palace and into the complex courtyard again. Ky had a moment to consider why he kept coming this way when he needed to think.
“Your presentation was interesting,” she said, breaking the silence.
“Everything I said was the truth. I don’t know what else I can do to prove to all of you that I wasn’t sent by your gods. I’m just a man with a past, just like everyone else.”
“Not just like everyone else.”
“Okay, maybe not like everyone else here, but I’m also not some avatar, either.”
“I still think you were sent by the gods, and you just don’t realize it yet, but it doesn’t matter. Things will happen as they will. Arguing over why things happened rather than discussing what happened is a waste of time. I’ll leave that to the old me who’d spend all day trying to pull explanations about the universe from their minds. The rest of us have too much to do, especially now.”
“I can live with that.”
“Can you tell me what your life was like? You said you came from a place with people, just like here?
“I … I’m not sure where to start.”
“How about with your parents.”
“I don’t have parents. I mean, I do have parents in that I was born to a mother and a father, but in my society, people aren’t raised by their biological parents. Everyone is tested at birth and split into groups, which we call batches, based on what role they will eventually have.”
“That’s strange. Kind of like the Spartans, although they live with their parents until they reach a certain age before being handed over to the lyceum. I still find the idea that parents don’t raise their children strange. Don’t the parents feel sad, living without their children?”
“No, because they don’t live together. Two adults are assigned to procreate together, based on what type of offspring they are most likely to have.”
“They don’t live together? They breed like … horses?”
“They do live together. I’m not explaining this well. The entire batch lives in a dormitory together. They see each other every day, along with everyone else from their batch.”
“If everyone lives in one building, how do the parents find time to … lay together and have a child.”
“Ohh, they don’t. We … we no longer procreate in that method. The doctors take what they need from each parent, and the baby is grown outside of the mother, in a controlled environment.”
“How?”
“I was not trained as a doctor, so I have no idea how to explain the process. I just know that is how babies are conceived.”
“People don’t fall in love?”
“I’m not sure. Sometimes there will be one person you prefer over others. Someone you’ll spend time with alone, talking. If that is love, then I guess yes, we do.”
“That isn’t love, Ky. Don’t you find someone you can’t live without? Someone who every organ of your body screams out for?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Yet you say you are human. This is the very essence of what humans are.”
“We are human. Biologically we aren’t that much different from you, except that our scientists make alterations as we gestate to increase abilities. Our society is just very different.”
“You grew up surrounded by the same people your entire life?”
“Yes. We took lessons together, relaxed together, trained together. Except for times when we needed to work with others, like doctors or mechanics, the only people we ever saw were those from our batch.”
“Did you have friends?”
“Of course. There were some people in my batch I preferred over others. There was Sara, who was a better pilot than me but was always encouraging and Jax, who died in a test similar to the one I took part in that sent me here.”
“Your friend died, and you did the same test, anyway?”
“Our scientists said they’d fixed the problem that killed him. Apparently, they did, since I wasn’t killed, just sent here instead.”
“You seem so calm about everyone thinking you’re dead.”
“Life is to serve. He did his duty, and I did mine.”
“Your world is so strange. I can’t imagine living the way you described. I am glad you were sent here to us.”
They finished a loop of the courtyard, having returned to the imperial palace. Ky was about to change the subject, when a guard came out, making a straight line for them. Ky had a stray thought that this was becoming something of a pattern, walking around the courtyard with Lucilla until a guard was sent to retrieve them.
The Emperor was alone in the meeting room when the guard brought them to him. He was sitting, straight-backed, his eyes closed and face turned to the ceiling. In an unguarded moment the leader of what remained of the Roman people looked tired and frail. The med-pack may have repaired the physical damage, but nothing could ease the burdens of leadership.
“Father,” Lucilla said softly as she walked towards him.
The Emperor’s seemed to shake himself as he opened his eyes, smiling at his daughter and Ky.
“You sent for us, Imperator?” Ky said.
“I did. I have more to impose upon you.”
Ky sat on the stool next to the emperor and waited, trying to keep his face impassive.
“You need to work on your political face. You aren’t as controlled as you’d like to think,” the emperor said, with a smile to let Ky know he was teasing.
“I have just come to dread those words.”
“Understandable. This time, at least, I hope my imposition will be less onerous. The first thing is more of a benefit of your new station than a task. As Consul, you are allowed twelve lictores. They will work not only as your personal guard but as assistants. While they too are status symbols, I believe you will find them helpful as aides as well. I spoke with Aelius and Velius yesterday about this. They, in turn, put out a call for volunteers. Every man of the Seventh and Ninth Legions has volunteered. I was going to have them each chose six they felt were appropriate, but I wanted to give you the chance to choose your own men.”
“I am … surprised that many volunteered. I haven’t met many of the men, at least not personally. The only two that I’d ask for I’m not sure if you could afford to give up. I’d ask for Sellic, Ursinus’s man, and Strabo, one of Aelius’s centurions. I understand if both are needed in their current position and will trust you and the two legates to make the best decision.”
“While I’m sure both are important to their commands, especially Sellic, who is the only member of Lucilla’s guard to survive the trip to Glevum. I have a suspicion that, once he hears of your request, Ursinus will find that he can make do without the man. You shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve done much to earn these men’s trust and admiration. I will tell Aelius to select four men and Velius to select five men. I am confident both think highly enough of you to select quality men for your service.”
“If I am counting correctly, that is only eleven men, not twelve. Not that I wouldn’t be fine with fewer men. I personally have no ambition to have soldiers of my own.”
“You will have twelve. The last will be selected later, as I have a few ideas on this.”
“Emperor, please take no disrespect from this, but I feel your hand manipulating events around me again.”
Germanicus let out a chuckle, shaking his head ruefully, “You’d be a fool not to. Of course, I’m manipulating events around you, it’s what I do. I hope you know I think the world of you, even after only knowing you for such a short time. I promise I will not place more of my schemes on you than I think you can handle.”
“I did say I was at your service.”
“I’m glad you remember that because I have two other requests.”
Ky was surprised at what was becoming his automatic response. The Emperor’s requests rarely seemed to bode well for Ky personally.
When Ky did not object, the Emperor continued, saying, “Beyond the opening day of the games, there are two other high points of the Games of Sulla. The first, called the Tests of Jupiter, is held at the midpoint of the games. Men perform feats of might and skill, judged by the crowd, with the winner being hailed Jupiter’s finest. I will be clear, these are not gladiatorial matches. The skills on display vary from games of boxing to feats of strength to precision archery. As the officially anointed Sword of Jupiter, I would like for you to put on a display of some kind. The choice is yours.”
“My performance doesn’t have to be like the other games I saw, does it? I will not put up with participating in that.”
“No. Like I said, this isn’t a gladiatorial match. You can choose the contest, and it can be non-violent, as long as it’s exciting.”
“I will think of something then.”
“Excellent. The second is during the final day of the games when the Plebian Contests are held. This is specifically wrestling. We again ask for you to participate in that.”
“Fine,” Ky said, not wanting to open the door to any other requests the man might have on his mind.
“Father!” Lucilla warned.
“Yes, yes. I was going to tell him.”
“Tell me what?”
Lucilla blushed and looked away from Ky as she said, “The wrestling is done in the Greek fashion. All the contestants wrestle nude.”
“Okay.”
“You’re not … shocked?” Lucilla asked, her head whipping back up to look at him.
“No. I described to you how things worked in my society, at least some. We are not body-conscious. I have no problem with the request.”
The Emperor grinned widely and said, “I was certain that was going to be a sticking point. Ky, you never cease to amaze me.”
“Don’t take my non-protest as happy acceptance. While I have no problem with the style of wrestling required, I am not happy with how frequently I am being trotted out as a trick pony, sent to amuse the crowds.”
“This should be the last, for a while at least.”
“Then, as long as this doesn’t interfere with what else I have to do, I should be fine.”
“Excellent. With that, I believe you will find Ramirus in the front hall.”
Ky stood and bowed, “Thank you, Imperator.”
Ramirus was in the front hall, talking with a shorter but significantly stockier man with thick black hair cut close to his head. They had tucked themselves in an alcove away from the other groups of Romans gathered around the front entryway as well as the path of those heading to various points inside the palace. Ky slowed as he approached. He did not want to interrupt their conversation, especially if it was sensitive in nature, as Ky assumed many of Ramirus’s conversations were.
As soon as the imperial spymaster saw him Ramirus waved Ky over.
“I trust everything with the Emperor went well,” Ramirus said.
“Yes. He explained the lictores and that I should see you about filling one of the twelve spots.”
“I did ask him to allow me to talk to you about that. I would like you to meet Kaeso Vedius Carus. At the moment, Carus is one of my best men.”
Ky and the short Roman exchanged nods of greeting. While Ky towered over most of the Romans, he had met, even among his countrymen Carus would be considered small, standing at just at five feet-four inches tall, according to the data the AI fed him as he looked at the man.
“I have some concerns over how we are going to go about getting everything you asked for today done.”
“I think everyone in the room had the same concerns. We are talking about changing huge sections of Roman society.”
“While that’s true, I didn’t mean I had concerns over the scope of the work you laid out for us. I have very specific concerns about some of my fellow citizens. Specifically, I believe there are men of high rank inside the Empire conspiring against Rome.”
“Conspiring how?”
“I am not sure. My problem is that thanks to a law passed during the Emperor’s great-grandfather’s reign, establishing the first imperial rule, I am not allowed to collect intelligence inside the Empire itself. While I do have some unofficial resources in place, I’ve been forced to keep my activities to a minimum to keep from being discovered.”
“I agree that’s a problem. I’m not sure why you’re telling me this.”
“The laws were passed as a consolation to naming the first Emperor. Because they were designed to hem in the Emperor, their language was very specific. As Consul, you are not restrained in the same way, since you are technically a separate agent of the state and not a direct functionary of the Emperor, in the same way, the senators are not directly answerable to the Emperor.”
“Which means if I employ agents to spy inside of Rome’s borders, I am not breaking the law. I also assume that as Carus is one of your best men, you mean he’s one of your spies.”
“Yes, although from this point, he will become your spy, not mine. He will answer to you and, while I will be available to offer counsel should you need it, I will not be actively working with him. I hoped that he could help you start up your own network.”
“Paying agents sounds expensive. I have no money.”
“You do, actually. The position of Consul comes with a stipend, and we also discussed that once payments start coming in for these patents of yours, a piece of each payment will go back to you.”
“The whole point of those payments is to make sure the empire has enough capital to pay for the legions and equipment it is going to need.”
“Most of the money will go towards that, but knowing what machinations are happening here is equally important. The Emperor agrees this would be a good use for that money. Your paying for this directly, without imperial funds, will also help further support the idea that you are operating independently.”
“I don’t know how to set up a spy network.”
“Carus does. Since he is one of your lictores, people will not find it unusual for you two to be in regular contact. He will be able to do most of the day to day managing of your agents, under your direction, of course.”
“Won’t people figure out he isn’t a regular lictor?”
“No, because he will be that as well. Carus was a member of the legion and is well noted for his martial skill. He will serve as a member of your guard in addition to his duties as your spymaster.”
“How do you feel about this, Carus?”
“I’ve been training under Ramirus for a long time. There isn’t a lot of chances for advancement in our line of work, at least not while the person running the network still lives. This gives me a chance to take what I’ve learned and build on it. Also, Ramirus is right. Romans love scheming, and there is a lot of that happening at the moment.”
“Where would you begin?”
“By spending your money. We need to start hiring informants as close to the seats of power as possible and see what shakes loose. If we catch a whiff of something happening we should know about, we can then bring in more informants, closer to our target.”
“I assume you know how to do all of this?”
“I do.”
“Okay, I’m fine with this, but if Carus is going to work for me than I want to make sure he doesn’t also still work for you. The Emperor trusts you Ramirus, which means I do too, but I don’t want people with divided loyalties.”
“Understandable. Carus is ambitious. While I will probably still confer with him from time to time - with your permission, of course - I’m certain he wouldn’t want me messing with his work any more than I’d want him messing with mine.”
“Good. I will apparently be getting my first guardsman tomorrow. Do you plan on telling them your real purpose?”
“Not unless I have to tell them. I will take my turn just like all of your other lictores, just with more visits than the rest. I will, of course, bow to your wishes, but usually, the fewer people that know of these types of activities, the better.”
“Do you know who will lead your lictores?”
“I asked the Emperor to assign Canus Laberius Sellic to me, and I was going to put him in command. He traveled with us when I first arrived.”
“I know Sellic. He’s a good man. I will speak with him then.”
“Fine. Keep me informed of what you’re doing to set up the network.”
“As you say, Consul.”
Both men turned and left the imperial complex.
Ky watched them leave and walked back towards his quarters when a thought struck him.
‘The businesses we’re going to need to change their manufacturing systems will need to grow, both to handle the changes and the increase of orders coming from the government, if the new taxes and patent fees go into effect,’ Ky sub-vocalized to the AI, ‘do they have a way to borrow the money they’re going to need to grow? Do the banks, or whatever system they use, have the capital to loan out that kind of money to multiple businesses all at once?’
“The Romans do not maintain an organized banking system. They do maintain privately owned banks that take deposits and lend money, although without the sophistication of modern banking. While banks in this era use fiat money to allow for greater cash flow, there are no protections from shortfalls and they suffer from wide fluctuations in value. There have been pushes by some Romans to debase the currency to increase available capital, the Flavian emperors, including the current emperor, have resisted these pressures.”
‘Meaning they do have a way to get money to build their industries.’
“Affirmative. Insufficient data available to determine if current lenders have the available capital to lend in the necessary quantities.”
‘I guess that is one of the things I need to talk about with them. Another thought struck me, do they do much trade with outside governments? Is the entire financial system of Rome based only on an internal economy, or is there a wider market?’
“Rome is effectively isolated. While they occasionally trade with Scandinavian traders, those transactions are limited in scale and have been decreasing over the last ten years due to military pressure from invading Germanic and Eurasian tribes moving into their lands. The Carthaginians and their coastal German vassals prohibit citizens from trading with the Romans while Irish and northern tribes have maintained a near-continuous state of war.”
‘Does Rome have a strong enough economy to reach the later parts of our plan?’
“Negative, Commander.”
‘To make this work, not only do we have to redo their system of taxation and kick start an industrial revolution nineteen hundred years early, we have to find a way to get their trade restarted, too.’
The AI had no response to the statement.
Roman Forum, Devnum
While the sun set on the Roman city, bathing the stone and wood buildings in a golden light, the people of Devnum continued the Sullan celebrations with daytime spectators of the games becoming nighttime revelers at the various feats and parties thrown by both the city government and businesses alike.
Compared to the noise from the streets outside, the floor of the Roman forum was like a tomb. A handful of men stood in the center of the chamber meant for more than a hundred and conferred in hushed tones.
“How did he convince the Pontiff,” Marcus Umbrenius Silo said, running a hand across his nearly totally bald skull.
“The Pontiff has always been in the Emperor’s pocket,” the cloaked man replied. “I warned you not to put your hopes into the cults rejecting him.”
“Now he’s named this man Consul. I hear he was in meetings all day with the Emperor and his closest allies.”
“We need to put a stop to this before he does more to gain the people’s favor. They’re already hailing him as the savior of Rome. The Emperor even gave the man a triumph,” Publius Lusius Mutilus said.
“I’ve heard reports from some of the Fifth Legion’s survivors. Globulus had a solid battle plan until the ‘Consul’ got involved and held the other two legions back, forcing the legate to take on the Carthaginians alone,” Paulus Palpellius Mercurialis said.
“He got lucky. Globulus must have weakened the Carthaginians enough for him to defeat them. Even in victory, the battle leaves us very weak. Both remaining legions lost over a third of their numbers, more than that in the Seventh Legion,” Mutilus replied.
“He will not be lucky again. The mob is fickle. They just need something to convince them that this man is just that, and not some messenger of the gods,” Spurius Secundinius Vala said.
“I just learned the Emperor has scheduled the ‘Consul’ to participate in the games. He is supposed to compete in two days during the personal competitions and wrestle during the final day of the games. I will have men in both events who will make sure he is no longer a problem. If the first man should fail, the second won’t. The Sword of Jupiter will not be a problem for us much longer.”
