the arrangement with a tired nod.
'All I need is sleep,' he announced wearily. 'It's been a long day, and tomorrow will be even longer. We should consider, Suetonius, the list to be interviewed and what chores to pursue in the interim.'
Suetonius turned to the Praetorian, Urbicus.
'You heard from the two fishermen earlier how they saw a vessel sailing the Nile at first light. They said it was neither a local vessel nor river folk they recognized. I require, Praetorian, that you return to the fishermen at tomorrow's first light to take them on a search of the moorings at Besa to locate this mysterious vessel. They will recognize it, I'm sure. I want to know whose boat it was and who were its sailors so early at dawn on the day of the lad's death? However, Praetorian, neither the owner of the craft nor its sailors are to know of our enquiry; it is to remain secret at this time. I want this information within three hours of dawn.'
Urbicus nodded, saluted briskly, and was preparing to depart with his two officers. Suetonius guessed they would probably take a nap before their dawn duties, but he could see Urbicus was intent on prosecuting his search promptly.
Surisca raised a finger to politely interject.
'Master,' she whispered deferentially, 'may I speak?'
The assembled group was startled by her lapse of protocol, but Suetonius found himself nodding approval to her under Clarus's glare.
'Forgive my presumption, master, but do you have a description of the boat or its boatmen? Did the fishermen describe the craft?' she asked softly.
Suetonius confirmed her voice had a much deeper, more somber tone than the flighty girlish trills displayed at The House of the Blue Lotuses. The transformation had definite appeal.
Surisca continued.
'If it is not a vessel known to fishermen at Besa and Hermopolis, it could be one known to those of us elsewhere on the Nile. I have travelled widely on the river, and most of the worthier craft possess owner's markings for easy identification. Disputes over theft and ownership are commonplace.'
Unprompted, Strabon immediately began rummaging through the large basket whose folded waxpad notebooks were secured in its bowl. He pulled one from the pile, opened its covers, and scanned his notation scratches.
'The fisherman Ani said — 'it was a strong timber vessel, well made and costly,' Strabon read aloud, '- perhaps it was a boat sailed by priests from upstream for The Isia, or a boat belonging to Pharaoh's.. that is… Caesar's people. It was painted the color of the sky and possessed the Eye Of Horus upon its prow.'
'Painted the color of the sky and possessing the Eye Of Horus…,' Surisca repeated. 'If I'm not mistaken this describes a craft belonging to the priests of Amun at Memphis. I have performed at Memphis on many occasions and sailed the river nearby often. The priests of the Old Religion, who are thought very wealthy, have been my clients. They pay well, but are not gracious in their behavior. Amun has temples on both banks of the Nile at Memphis and elsewhere, so the priests do much sailing to communicate between their properties.
At Memphis they paint their boat and mule carts, and even the gates of their compound, sky-blue to ward off evil, and are marked with the Eye Of Horus to denote their ownership. At Thebes upstream from here their possessions are white, but with the same Horus marking. I'd say the boat described here belongs to Amun's priests at Memphis.'
Suetonius's mind tried to comprehend Surisca's term 'performed at Memphis' in its possibilities, but he recalled how Surisca was also a dancer and flautist so he desisted. Her profession was her own business, though clients who were not 'gracious' had a prurient interest.
'And here at Besa or Hermopolis? Where do they congregate?' the Praetorian Urbicus asked.
Suetonius let this further protocol lapse pass because it was the next logical question anyway. Urbicus's prompt initiative boded well for the investigation's time-pressured enquiry. Heads turned towards Surisca for her reply.
'Amun does not have much property at either Besa on the east bank, or Hermopolis on the western, because the Old Religion is deemed heretical and idolatrous by the devotees of the Greek cults. At Hermopolis, a town the locals call Shmun, they favor Serapis. Their fanatical followers will fight to the death between themselves. They will kill each other and eat the other's livers and hearts to argue a fine point of doctrine,' Surisca said.
'They ruled this land at the time of the Old Pharaohs. They had the ancient rulers under their thumbs. Their god Amun was the major deity before the Greeks and Romans came. Their riches are still very great but carefully hidden.
When Caesar Augustus took Egypt from the last Greek ruler, Queen Cleopatra, and confiscated the best river land as his own property, Amun's wealth and influence declined, I've been told. They lost most of their best plantations, their source of wealth, but retained their temple compounds with their influence over the peasants but costly upkeep.
However since the violent expulsion of rebellious Judaeans at Alexandria in the days of the previous Caesar, Trajan — I am told Judaeans were once a quarter of the city's population — these priests have been buying up available property at cut-rate prices. They're hungry for political influence to re-establish their cult, so owning property is the best path to wealth and influence.
Nowadays in Besa they reside at the small, very ancient temple outside the town by the riverside. The temple lies on high ground above an inlet adjacent to where Caesar's two barques are moored. It's hard to find, it is so well hidden in the palms.'
'Where did you learn all this history, woman?' Clarus enquired with astonishment.
Surisca hung her head demurely, as befits a mere woman.
'The wisest of my trade keep an eye of such matters, my lord. We must be prudent stewards of our own hard-earned wealth, and so we follow such things,' Surisca replied.
Urbicus looked to the group for new instructions.
'Centurion Quintus Urbicus,' Suetonius commanded, 'search for such a vessel with the two fishermen. If you find the vessel, confirm the boat's owner and report on who was sailing this craft on the night or morning of Antinous's death. Report to me no later than three hours after sunrise tomorrow.
And, Praetorian, do not wear your Guard uniforms, dress in more informal clothes which will not arouse suspicion. Blend with the lower orders, Centurion.'
Urbicus saluted and swept away accompanied by his two troops.
'Thank you, Surisca,' Suetonius proffered as graciously as he could. 'You've earned your keep already.'
The courtesan smiled weakly at this unlikely prospect.
'Julius Vestinus,' Suetonius called, 'your staff will be in a position to make contact tonight with each of the following list of people to make them available to us at hourly intervals tomorrow for interview. They should be in the following order -
First, Lysias immediately after sunrise. Perhaps Geta the Dacian at one hour after sunrise. Senator Arrian of Bithynia at two hours after sunrise, and the slave Thais of Cyrene at three hours after sunrise, so we can get a grasp on the entire situation. Other names are likely to arise in the course of our interviews. This should give us coverage of the important people in Antinous's life, and perhaps even his death.
Julia Balbilla of the empress's household at The Dionysus moored offshore can join us at high sun, with the Master of the Hunt, Salvius Julianus, or the Egyptian miracle-worker Pachrates waiting until soon after. We will probably have others to follow, but we must move speedily.'
Surisca once again raised a timorous hand. The biographer nodded.
'Did you say Pachrates the Egyptian priest, master?' she asked hesitantly.
'Yes, Surisca, I did,' Suetonius said. By acknowledging her familiar name he had tacitly acknowledged she was now a person, not a functionary of no status or particular gender.
'Why, my dear? Do you know something of this priest?'
'I know things about him, master, from my trade,' she replied. But then she became silent.
'Tell us, my dear,' Suetonius prompted, 'what do you wish to say?'
It seemed Surisca had resiled abruptly from making a comment about Pachrates.
'Come on, my dear. Feel free to talk.'
'I am mistaken, my lord, I confused the name with another. Please forgive me, master.'
But Suetonius didn't think she was deceiving anyone in the chamber. They each realized she was hiding
