“How can she go wrong predicting a bright future for a highborn woman’s only son? It’s what any fortune-teller would have done.”
“You are such a Cynic. She told Atia she would have a much more detailed horoscope prepared for her in a few days. Then she did yours.”
I felt a slight shiver. I always hated this sort of thing. I have always been content to meet my bad fortune as it comes, without having to anticipate it. What good fortune I have enjoyed has always come as an agreeable surprise. “Go on.”
“Well, first of all, she predicted no future greatness for you.”
“It would be a stretch, at my age. If I were going to achieve greatness I’d have done it long before now.”
“But she did say that you would live a very long life, full of incident and adventure. She said you would die very old and very sad.”
“If I achieve great age I suppose I can anticipate great sadness at the end of it, though I think relief would be more in order. Anything else?”
“She asked Callista, but Callista said she was just there to observe, and that inquiring about the future would violate her philosophical principles.”
“How did that sit with Ashthuva?”
“She seemed to accept it with great serenity. In fact, if I had to choose a word to describe her other than ‘exotic’ it would be ‘serene.’”
“Servilia asked nothing?”
“No. It was clear that she had been consulting with Ashthuva for some time. We will be going back to have our own horoscopes cast in a few days.”
The barber patted my face dry and I got up. “Well, my dear, your expedition has been extremely informative and helpful. Keep close to these women and let me know what you learn. I’m off to the Tiber Island. I need to check out some information I picked up last night.”
“Picked up where?” she wanted to know.
“Oh, well, you know how it is. I had to interrogate one of Rome’s shadier characters so I had to go to a low place to find him.”
“Public service is so demanding,” she said sweetly. This boded ill.
If only it were public service, I wanted to say. It was Caesar’s personal service. I’ve never liked being someone’s flunky, though I’ve had to play the role often enough in my life.
I rounded up Hermes and we made our way to the island. There was no Senate meeting that morning, for a welcome change. Caesar was overseeing the layout of the huge new Forum he was planning. It was to be an expansion of our ancient Forum. He planned to condemn and level an area of several blocks of land adjacent to the Forum and build an ambitious new facility with a vast open space surrounded by multistoried terraces to be used for business, government, religion, and even entertainment. It would be roomy and orderly and rational, unlike our cramped, irregular, monument-studded, old Forum.
I suspected that it would prove to be just as unpopular as his new calendar, with its impeccable rationality. We Romans like some things to be chaotic and disorderly. As a people we have always been martial and disciplined in war and government and sternly observant in religion. So it pleases us to leave some things in their naturally irregular state, especially if we are used to them that way.
At the Tiber Island I asked for the high priest and he arrived with his usual show of impatience. “Yes, Senator?”
“I won’t take up much of your time. Do you employ a clerk here named Postumius?”
He looked puzzled. “We did, but I have not seen him in several days. I assumed he had sought more congenial employment elsewhere. Is it important?”
“I believe so. Where did he work?”
“In the accounting department, where we catalogue donations to the temple. The overseer is Telemachus.”
“I’ll trouble you no further. Where may I find Telemachus?”
The accounting department turned out to be a cavernous room at the north end of the island, stuffed with dedications and donations of every imaginable sort, from fine sculpture to good old-fashioned sacks of money. Several clerks worked there under the watchful eye of an old man who had spent his life at the temple, first as a slave, now as a freedman.
“Postumius?” he said to my question. “Certainly, Senator. He showed up early last year seeking employment. You will recall that after the great flood during your aedileship, there was terrible sickness in Rome. We lost a few of our clerks and their replacements had not all been satisfactory. This man demonstrated that he was very good with numbers so I took him on.”
“And was he satisfactory?”
“He would have been had he applied himself to the work, but he proved to love chariot races more than accounting.”