The Divining

     Vatinius sipped his wine, paused while a slave wiped his lips for him, then added with confidence, "But I shall find that rebel leader, and when I do I shall make an example of him by public execution as a warning to others who might have rebellious thoughts."

     Ulrika said, "What makes you so certain, Commander, that you will be successful? I have read that the Germans are cu

     "A plan that ca

     Ulrika's heart raced. She reached for an olive with a trembling hand and said, "I would think by now that the Germans are wise to every form of strategy the legions use, even those intended for surprise."

     "This plan will be different."

     "How so?"

     He shook his handsome head. "You wouldn't understand."

     But she persisted. "Military talk does not bore me, Commander. I have read the memoirs of Julius Caesar. For instance, do you intend to use military engines in your campaign?"

     He regarded her for a moment, appreciating the honey-brown hair, the delicately oval face, her frank expression—the girl was neither coy nor shy!—and then, flattered by her interest in his plan, and impressed with her ability to comprehend it, Vatinius could not resist saying, "That is precisely what the Barbarians will be expecting. And so I have a different plan in mind. This time I shall fight fire with fire."

     She gave him a quizzical look.

     "Emperor Claudius has granted me complete freedom in this campaign. I have the authority to call up as many legionaries as I require, as much siege machinery as I will need. And this is what the Barbarians will see. Catapults and movable towers, mounted troops and infantry units. All very organized and very Roman. What they will not see," he paused to taste his wine and to hold the delightful young lady captive a moment longer, "are the guerrilla units, trained and led by Barbarians themselves, deployed throughout the forests behind them."

     Ulrika stared at Gaius Vatinius and she felt a cold fist squeeze her heart. He was going to use the Germans' own form of warfare against them.

     She looked down at her hands, where she felt her pulse throbbing in her fingertips. And she thought: It will be a slaughter.

4

ULRIKA COULD NOT SLEEP.

     She pulled her woolen cloak over her nightdress and left the bedroom. The house was dark and silent, but she knew her mother would not be asleep. This quiet time was when Selene wrote in her journal, studied medical texts, concocted medicines. And when Ulrika knocked on her mother's door, she saw that her mother was not surprised by the visit. "I thought you might come," Selene said, closing the door behind her daughter. Coals burned in a brazier, and two chairs with footstools were positioned close to it.

     Ulrika had left Aunt Paulina's di

     And now, for the first time, Ulrika wanted to tell her mother about thevisions and dreams and premonitions of her childhood, tell her about the wolf vision at di

     Instead, as she took a seat, she said, "Mother, at di

     Selene took the seat opposite and, picking up a long black poker, stirred the coals in the brazier. "It was Gaius Vatinius who burned your father's village to the ground many years ago, and took your father away in chains. In the years that Wulf and I were together, he spoke of returning to Germania and taking revenge upon Gaius Vatinius."

     Selene released a weary sigh. She had known this day was coming, had dreaded it. And now that the moment had arrived, she felt courage abandon her. She recalled the day when Ulrika was nine and had run into the house crying because a neighborhood bully had called her a bastard. "He said bastards don't have fathers, and I don't have a father." Selene had consoled her by saying, "Do not listen to others. They speak out of ignorance. You do have a father, but he died and now he is with the Goddess."

     Ulrika had started asking questions then, and Selene had taught her what she knew of Wulf's people, had told her about the World Tree, and the Land of the Frost Giants, and Middle Earth where Odin dwelt. She told Ulrika that she had been named for her German grandmother, the seeress of the tribe, whose name, Wulf had said, was Ulrika, which meant "wolf power." Selene had also told Ulrika that her father was a prince of his tribe, a son of the hero Arminius. (But Selene had not told her that Wulf had been a love-child, that he was a secret son of Arminius, for what good would come of that?)

     Ulrika had created an imaginary father after that, playing games with wooden spoons that stood in for pine trees and a trench in the garden that, filled with water, made a perfect Rhine River. Ulrika had told herself stories of Prince Wulf and how, after many adventures and battles and romances, he always saved the day. "Tell me again, Mama," Ulrika would say, "what my father looked like," and Selene would describe the warrior Wulf with the long blond hair and beautiful muscled body. When Ulrika turned twelveand had outgrown dolls and games of the imagination, she had turned to books, devouring every tome and text on Germania to learn the truth and facts of her father's people and their land.

     Ulrika now studied her mother's face in the amber glow of the coals. "There is something else, isn't there, Mother? There is something you are not telling me."

     Selene faced her daughter with a direct gaze, and looked for a long moment at this child who had been surrounded by magic and mystery from the moment of her conception in faraway Persia. Selene thought again of the gift she suspected Ulrika might have inherited from her German bloodline—a form of clairvoyance that Selene had observed in her daughter as a child. Little Ulrika had known where lost objects could be found, would brace herself for surprising events as if she had known they were coming, would speak of another person's sadness when not even Selene herself sensed that sadness. Selene knew that Ulrika believed she had kept it a secret, and Selene had respected that, expecting her daughter to come to her one day to ask for an explanation, to talk about the special perceptions that visited her. Selene had thought that dialogue had finally arrived seven years ago on a day when they were having a picnic in the countryside and Ulrika had said she saw a frightened woman ru

     Releasing another sigh, Selene said, "It is something I should have told you long ago. I meant to. I didn't think I could explain it to you when you were little, so I kept telling myself: when Ulrika is older. But the right moment never came. Ulrika, I told you that your father was killed in a hunting accident before you were born, during the time he and I were living in Persia. That was a lie. He left Persia. Wulf went back to Germania."