Second Session: Saturnalia Second Post: Knocking up the Governor's Wife
The next day, a little the worse for wear, we arrived at the house of Cornelia’s Uncle Drusus and Auntie Petronilla in Londinium, where Meloch and I have stayed before. Drusus is a military quaestor, in charge of much of the financial and administrative paperwork for Britannia’s three legions. He’s also an amateur scholar, who likes adding all sorts of esoteric scrolls to his library. Wena and Marcus, who also turns out to be a part-time philosopher, are very happy about this.
Cornelia spends her time gossiping with Auntie Petronilla and finding out a little more about the mysterious Tribune Minucius, who we believed helped betray the Ninth to the Druids and is presumed to have died with them. Petronilla says that Minucius came from an ambitious but very poor family and has a widowed mother back in Rome who was desolate at the loss of her only child.
Petronilla also told us about the exciting events of Saturnalia: that afternoon, we were due to meet Governor Cimbrus and his wife, Hadriana, the great-granddaughter of the former Emperor Hadrian. The next day, there would be a great chariot race, one of the highlights of Saturnalia, and the day after plays would be performed all day in the new theater. Tomorrow night was also the time for new initiations into upper levels of the cult of Mithras the Bullslayer, the Roman soldier-god which had a devoted, all-male mystery cult. Metellus and Llyr decided that they wanted to be fully initiated; Marcus was entirely happy with his low-level rank in the cult.
As we were walking around Londinium, Heilyn looked increasingly pale and startled at the sheer number of people and buildings; he’s lived his whole life in and around Eburacum. Once or twice, he stopped dead and pointed at a man or two in the crowd, murmuring in horror, “do you see that? He’s covered in blood!” We could see no blood on the people in question, but eventually Cornelia figured out that Heilyn might be seeing the spiritual residue of murderers who hadn’t atoned to the gods and been purified from their crimes. During Saturnalia, no crimes are prosecuted or punished, so it tends to be a time of much chaos as well as celebration. I always like this because it means I can steal fruit from the market-sellers without any fear of Meloch getting into trouble.
We finally arrived at the rather squalid governor’s palace – largely wood and concrete with a thin marble veneer, built directly on the Thames River. We were shown in by a group of smartly dressed Praetorian Guards, quite a lot of them as they were here to protect the Emperor’s heir. Cimbrus himself was a fairly thin young man with shoulder-length blond hair; his wife, Hadriana, who was several years older than he was and in her late twenties, had elaborately dressed brown hair piled on top of her head and robes in shades of red and pink, which highlighted the enormous ruby necklace worn around her throat.
The humans bowed and saluted as appropriate; well, Heilyn sort of stumbled, but what can you expect from such a rustic? Governor Cimbrus greeted us all and thanked us for our endeavors. He seemed to be very enthusiastic and well-meaning, but not especially on the bright side; this is the problem with many Emperor’s sons. Hadriana, much more poised, asked us to tell the entire story, at which point Metellus flinched. He began telling a version with much of the magic – certainly all of our magic – left out, making the entire affair seem like a rather prosaic raid.
Marcus, however, emphasized the power of the Druids, but spoke gleefully about exploding the granary, which he hoped would cripple their attempts to raise an army for the spring as they’d be too busy dealing with starvation. Cornelia winced at this. Right about then, Meloch, who’d been sending vague feelings of sickness and unease over our mental link, nearly vomited on the marble tiling right in front of the Emperor. I asked what was wrong and he just said that as soon as he came in, he’d begun feeling ill. We slipped to the back, where we were less conspicuous, and he tried to get a hold of his stomach.
Cimbrus told us that, after receiving our reports about the Druids’ planned war, he had decided to take an aggressive approach and go to meet them on their own turf. He was marshaling all the three Legions and preparing to march north of Hadrian’s Wall in the spring to eliminate the Druidic threat once and for all. Marcus and Llyr were elated; most of the rest of us were a little uneasy about Cimbrus’ certainty of victory and firm belief that all the other native tribes of Britannia were firmly behind us.
He also said that he had been ordered by his father to send the Eagle to Rome itself, as only the Senate could decide on a matter as serious as re-forming a lost Legion, particularly since there were already 24 Legions, the normal maximum number. Two of his Praetorian Guards would be taking the last ship out of Londinium before the winter storms closed the Channel, in two days’ time at sunset, with the Eagle, and they would carry it through Gaul safely to Rome.
We returned to Drusus and Petronilla’s house, and the Legionaries and Heilyn discussed the problem of Minucius. Meanwhile, about an hour later, Cornelia received a handwritten invitation requesting that she, her “servant” Wena, and her pygmy slave attend the Illustrious Hadriana in her private quarters that evening. I accompanied, of course, and we dutifully trooped back off to the Governor’s Palace, a little confused as to why she hadn’t just spoken to us there.
As it turned out, Hadriana had what might be described as a woman’s problem. She and Cimbrus had been married for ten years, since he turned fourteen. (She was nineteen at the time, unusually old for first marriage, but had been politically risky due to her descent from the Divine Hadrian.) However...they haven’t had any children yet. Indeed, she hasn’t ever gotten pregnant, and this is increasingly a major issue. It is at this point that Meloch nearly vomits again, which, needless to say, doesn’t go over well with Hadriana. Finally, Cornelia notices that something’s wrong with the pygmy, and asks. She and Wena theorize that perhaps Meloch is being affected by something causing Hadriana’s lack of pregnancy, given his people’s strong association with proper fertility. [GM Note: Pygmies cause fertility rates to jump by 20% of them within a 300-foot range.]
Meloch focuses on the center of his discomfort and unease and finally targets the huge ruby dangling from Hadriana’s neck. Cornelia asks her about it and she tells them that it was a wedding present from the Emperor himself. This causes some befuddlement, but finally Wena asks her to take it off and whether she can hold it for a second. Reluctantly, Hadriana does, and Wena holds the ruby and concentrates on using her mind to learn more about its past history. She gets the following reading:
It was handed to her by a Roman adult female, Lawful Neutral in alignment, leaning good. She was given the ruby by an older Roman LG male, who was given it by a young CN Roman man, who was given it by a LE middle-aged Brigantian man, who purchased it from an elderly CE Thessalian woman, who bought it from a middle-aged LN Armenian man, who bought it from a young CG Parthian man, and several more apparent traders until the middle-aged LH man who found it in a mine in India.
Obviously, we are most interested in the evil Brigantian, about whom Hadriana has no idea, and the evil Thessalian woman, who seems likely to have been a witch, as Thessalians are notorious for witchcraft.
Upon Wena and Cornelia’s urgent recommendation, Hadriana puts the ruby necklace into a small chest and has a maid take it to the treasury for safekeeping. Cornelia also attempts to delicately suggest that Meloch’s presence near Hadriana and Cimbrus’s bedroom might have...fruitful results. Hadriana seems a bit skeptical, but agrees to give Meloch a room for the night near her bedroom. As they return home, Meloch promises he will do everything he can to get the Governor’s wife pregnant.