A Chance of Omens
A beautiful city marked by large villas, temples, and ornate government structures and marked with wide streets and the quiet breeze in the morning. Honorius Caesar, servant and impromptu messenger to Consul Maximus Aures and the Senate rode through the streets of Rome towards the hallowed chamber. He had been delayed, with the Gods themselves taking part. First a landslide in Greece, then storms upon reaching port. He clutched the message scroll in his robe. He had memorized the words of the Oracle, but it was still disturbing as the Priest performed various rituals before pronouncing the prophecy.
Make your own nature, not the advice of others, your guide in life.
Those words meant little really, but when taken together, it was shocking. He was nothing more then a manservant and bodyguard for Maximus Aures, but even in that lowly position he knew more then the wealthy and well connected. The City had been talking the last month about nothing aside from the war between Tartessos and Syracuse. Nothing about the war itself, but the demands of Syracuse that Rome sends her legions and honors the alliance. To send her boys off to die in a foreign war due to the greed of Syracuse wasnt a very merry prospect.
That was why the First Consul had sent him to Delphi, to seek the wisdom of the Oracle in making the decision. He, with a battalion of guards had entered the Oracle bearing many gifts of gold and silver. The guards had left him as they entered the City and he continued on his way. As he approached the magnificent artifice of marble and granite, he could see that the days session had come to an end with the unrelenting stream of Senators leaving the building. The Consul, as titular head of the Republic, was decreed by tradition to be the last man to leave the Chamber.
Passing through the crowd of the powerful and wealthy Senators, he was shortly recognized and room was made so that he could reach the Consul more quickly. Giving a short bow, he was motioned to follow the Consul. With an eerie calm and detached voice, Consul Aures spoke I assume you do have the scroll?
Hesitating for only a moment to glance around, he took out the scroll and repeated the prophecy. The Consul didnt even break open the seal on the scroll his loyalty was unquestioned as he had rescued him from starvation and death on the unkind streets of Rome as a child. The words themselves, reminded him that the Oracle was not Roman, but Greek. It hearkened to the heydays of Greek culture, of Athens, before the Spartan darkness.
Honorius, do you know where were going Looking in the direction that they were heading, there were only one destination. Master, I guess were going to the Temple? A bit confused, and disorientated in fact, why would the Consul go to the Temple of Jupiter? Indeed, do you know why? Ah never mind, I will inform you why. Shortly after you left, I did not believe I could wait for a response. I asked the High Priest of Jupiter to consult the Gods, but he dallied and told me to return today. My, my, it seems that the High Priest has been talking around. And he had, for the day and scene of the consultation were packed.
Maximum Aures, Consul of Rome, come and see the will of Jupiter. They were led to the small park in the Temple Complex. There, among the crowds were two cages. Two cages for two birds, a dove and hawk, War and Peace were what they represented. With a practiced flick of the hand, the High Priest ordered the cages to be opened and the birds released. The cages were opened.. but nothing happened. Neither bird flew but merely strut around their cages, seemingly indifferent to the presence of the other.
A shocked murmur arose from the crowd as it slowly dispersed, already arguing the significance of the birds. The Consul turned to the High Priest, and asked What does that mean? What is the Gods will? As the High Priest came around, he was deadly pale and deadly serious, all traces of humor gone from his stance and tone. Consul, you have a difficult future ahead. You will either be remembered as one of the Great Consuls of Rome, or the man responsible, for the end of Rome. War and peace, are both hazardous.
The choice is yours, Consul, for Jupiter remains silent