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It's 539 AD, and John the Lord Chamberlain finds his investigations hampered by squabbling courtiers, servants with social ambitions, an eccentric host, and an egotistic inventor—not to mention a herd of prophesying goats and a protective whale. The Mithran Anatolius and the excubitor captain Felix only add to John's worries when they fall under the spell of two ambitious women. Can the trio avoid Theodora's wrath as they work to protect a child and stop a heartless killer? Does the solution lie within the villa where all have assembled, back in Constantinople, or in some other world altogether?
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781615951758 |
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| Publisher: | Sourcebooks |
| Publication date: | 04/02/2024 |
| Series: | John, the Lord Chamberlain Mysteries , #3 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 379 |
| Sales rank: | 816,315 |
| File size: | 2 MB |
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Chapter One
A tempest broke across the end of the dining room.
Signified by a terrible hammering on metal sheets, the raging storm tossed sailors across a makeshift deck and into blue-painted waves surging where the banquet table ended.
The impression of watery peril created by the acrobats tumbling around the motionless wooden stage was too realistic for John. While a mercenary in Bretania, the man who would eventually become Lord Chamberlain to the Emperor Justinian had seen a comrade in arms drown in a swollen stream and barely escaped with his own life. He averted his gaze only to realize his plate was graced with liver forcemeat molded into the shape of a fish.
"Uncle Zeno should have arranged to borrow one of those thunder-making machines from the theater," remarked his neighbor, a young man with dark hair and the regular features of a classical Greek statue. "It doesn't really sound as if heaven's sending a real storm. It's more like a rapping on the front door."
Recognizing his friend Anatolius' attempt to distract him, John managed a wan smile. It was, after all, just a play. Not a matter of life and death.
The mock storm intensified and the room darkened as servants covered the lamps. The wall behind the reeling acrobats had been concealed by curtains painted with a seascape to match the long room's frescoes of underwater life. The diners might have been reclining at the bottom of the Sea of Marmara. If true it would have been a great loss to the empire considering the number of senators,prominent landholders and high churchmen amongst them, not to mention Empress Theodora. As she stared raptly from her richly upholstered couch at the head of the table, her eyes gleamed like pearls in the light streaming from the illuminated stage.
Around the edge of the room shadowy figures moved quietly and John's keen hearing picked up the whisper of a sword drawn from a scabbard. Guards, he well knew, were always wary of darkness.
The smothered lamps filled the room with smoke. Its acrid odor mingled with the smells of fish, mussels, and lobsters. The food might have complemented the room's marine motif except that all had been grilled or broiled in pungent sauces.
"A shame the twins can't be here." Anatolius took a bite from a newly arrived delicacy. "After all, this fete at Uncle Zeno's estate is in their honor. They will be sorry to miss it, the more so as I overheard my uncle telling them tall tales this afternoon. He claimed the whale they've seen occasionally from the beach was going to come ashore and dine with us. I think he had himself half-convinced by the time he'd finished. The children didn't believe a word. They were just disappointed they'd be the last to see this new contraption, the mechanical whale that my uncle commissioned." He paused for another bite. "I believe this delicious dish is mullet in quince sauce."
John nodded without interest. He would have been happier with cheese and bread. "I understand that Gadaric and Sunilda will see the play tomorrow afternoon in a form better suited to eight-year-olds."
Anatolius remarked that seemed a sensible idea.
"Yes, especially as the writer of this current spectacle seems to have placed a great deal of emphasis on the fleshly evils of Nineveh."
The acrobats had been temporarily replaced on stage by a bevy of undulating dancers.
Anatolius grinned. "If I'd been Jonah, any one of those tempestuous girls could have convinced me to be off to Nineveh at once. There'd be no need for storms at sea to persuade me." His enthusiastic utterances were cut short by a sudden bout of snuffling. "Mithra!" he muttered. "The country air is bad enough and now with the smoke in here—" He sneezed thunderously, as if heralding the prophet who finally appeared, stepping from behind the curtains as the dancers fled.
If John had ever thought about Jonah—which until this evening he scarcely had, being like Anatolius a worshipper of the soldier's god Mithra—he would not have envisioned him as a muscular dwarf. However, there stood the mime Barnabas, a special favorite of the empress, and thus for this performance at least, the perfect Jonah.
"And just as well he's so small," Zeno had confided earlier. "Anyone else would have difficulty fitting inside the whale."
Barnabas now proceeded to demonstrate how he had gained his considerable reputation in Constantinople, staggering about the stage in a convincing portrayal of a man still groggy with sleep and horrified by a storm-tossed ship.
"Oh, ah," he wailed. "How I wish I had gone to Nineveh!"
For a heartbeat the room was silent. Then Theodora let out a cawing laugh and the other diners, who had been uncertain as to whether they should be regarding this ludicrous prophet with the solemnity befitting his position, immediately joined in.
"Look at the empress," whispered Anatolius. "When she forgets her rank she looks like any spirited girl, but Mithra help anyone who mistakes the appearance for the reality!"
Now the sailors and Barnabas were engaged in violent fisticuffs. The still-to-be-converted mariners insisted on taking the name of Jonah's Lord in vain in increasingly inventive, not to say obscene, ways only to be patiently rebuked and beaten around their heads by the small but athletic prophet.
"Uncle insisted my play contain some didactic elements," explained Anatolius.
John shot him an amused glance. "This wonderful work is your writing?"
"Do you think I should claim a reward from the empress for its entertainment value?" the other replied, unabashed.
At last Jonah was overcome and cast flailing and screaming into the painted waves. The sailors vanished and an exceptionally tall, gaunt figure sitting in the shadows at the back of the room stood and with obvious reluctance mounted the brightly lit stage.
The man's expression was grim as he began to speak. "So they picked Jonah up and threw him into the sea and the sea ceased from its raging."
His intonation was that of a prelate, John thought.
The man had to raise his voice to be heard over the titters and muffled guffaws still filling the room in the wake of Barnabas' performance. He glared out at the unruly audience and very quickly there was silence.
"Now," he continued, "whilst the servants are bringing in the final course of this excellent repast, it might be fruitful to take the time to contemplate the consequences of Jonah's refusal to do the Lord's bidding. What is the message we may all draw as we await the Final Course which our host in Heaven has surely prepared for each one of us?"
Already Zeno's servants had relit the lamps and were bustling around the long table, removing empty plates and bringing further new delicacies.
"That isn't the speech I wrote for him, John," Anatolius complained. "He was supposed to announce the dramatic finale that's planned. This is what you get with a man of religion."
"He isn't an actor? He looks and sounds so much the holy man, I thought he must be playing the part."
John rose from his couch to pace a few steps back and forth to relieve the cramps in his legs. Many of the diners were doing the same, strolling around the room, some still laughing over Barnabas' antics. Others took their opportunity to escape the smoky atmosphere and catch a breath of air in the garden.
Before long, however, all had resumed their places, the lamps were dimmed again, and the rawboned prelate, looking even more irritable than before, continued his remarks.
"Yes," he began, "the sailors threw headstrong Jonah into the sea. Then the Lord provided a great fish to swallow up Jonah who was in the belly of that fish for three days and nights."
As he stepped down from the stage, most of the lamps illuminating it were extinguished. The eerie trill of flutes filled the air but could not hide the shrill squeal and clank of machinery.
"Now you'll see a real wonder," Anatolius whispered. "Uncle's been telling me all about it, and if it can do half of what he says ..."
The curtains parted and although there was no sign of pulleys or any other device, a large, shadowy shape, taller than a man, rolled forward.
It was a great whale. The room's remaining light limned its broad, gray back and enormous flukes and gleamed off the huge glassy eyes set on either side of its head.
An admiring murmur rose from the audience as the beast's tail, moving slowly from side to side, emerged from the curtains. It was apparent that no agent propelled the leviathan from behind. Indeed, it continued forward on its own as if truly alive. There were gasps, and John tensed as the great head moved out over the edge of the stage. However, just as it appeared the whale would swim straight into the diners, it came to an abrupt halt.
There was a hissing noise. The whale spouted. To the startled exclamations of the audience, a jet of water burst up from the contraption's head and descended in a cloud of droplets that caught the dim light and glittered like stars over the sea. John, sitting near the end of the table, felt mist against his face.
The flutes keened more urgently, underscored by a new sound, a clanking and ratcheting.
Slowly and majestically, the whale's mouth opened a crack. Through a fence of huge bronze teeth brilliant light poured out across the banquet table to flash and coruscate along gold and silver bowls.
Anatolius could not contain his enthusiasm. "The beast's lit up inside like the Hagia Sophia," he declared with delight. "Uncle's really outdone himself this time."
The whale's maw opened yet further, spilling more brightness into the room. Laughs and shouts filled the air. No one doubted what the climax would be—Barnabas would leap forth, freeing himself from the creature's belly with a huge bound.
The jaws stopped moving.
Barnabas did not appear.
John squinted into the fierce light inside the whale. "He's waiting, for better dramatic effect when he finally appears," he heard Anatolius say knowledgeably.
A small shape was visible in the cramped interior of the whale amid blazing oil lamps set in the floor and the walls of the beast's head. The shape lay motionless, crumpled on the stuffed red linen tongue.
John jumped from his couch and strode to the stage. The clatter of armor and weapons accompanied him as guards moved forward quickly.
As he neared the whale he could see the face of the small, limp figure with the horribly mangled neck.
It was not Barnabas.
"It is the boy, Gadaric," John said into the quiet that had descended upon the room.
Then, before he could attempt to reach between the jaws to retrieve the child's body, the huge mouth began to close irresistibly, cutting off its lamplight. Semi-darkness descended as the mechanical leviathan, insensitive to the tragedy, rolled smoothly backwards and vanished behind the painted curtains.
* * *
"Barnabas! What's happened to Barnabas?"
John turned in the direction of the agitated voice. The distraught speaker, amazingly, was the usually controlled Theodora. Next to her John recognized Anatolius' elderly uncle, Zeno, a slight man, bird-like. His hair, still dark, hung down his back. John noticed, to his horror, that the scholarly old dreamer was trying to calm the empress by gently patting her arm as if she were some young servant. John moved forward quickly, diverting her attention to himself.
"Lord Chamberlain!" Theodora said. "Perhaps you have an explanation for this strange exhibition?" The cold expression in her hooded eyes suggested it would be best if he did.
"It is the boy Gadaric who is dead, Empress," he replied with a slight bow. "Not Barnabas."
"Gadaric? Then explain to me, where is Barnabas?"
"Highness," Zeno offered her a sweet, vague smile, "perhaps he has had to return suddenly to the city?"
Theodora regarded him with incredulity. "Do you think," she began, pointing a slender finger at the elderly man, "that I am merely a foolish woman, to be patronized as if I understand nothing?" Her face reddened under its cosmetic chalk and her eyes glittered with anger. John had rarely seen her in such a rage.
Anatolius advanced to the group.
"Highness," the young man began, doubtless fearful for the safety of his uncle, under whose roof this outrage had occurred. "May I ..."
The empress ignored him. "Lord Chamberlain, you will find Barnabas, and you will find him quickly. Furthermore, when Barnabas reappears, he'd be wise to have a very convincing explanation as to why he has so sorely disappointed me by departing from this festive occasion without my permission."
The room had fallen so silent that John could hear the rustle of Theodora's stiff robes as she stepped closer.
"But if you are unable to locate him," she went on with a smile that was more a snarl, "you'd best have an excellent reason as to why you failed in your search. A child has died in my presence. Not only is it a gross insult to me, it is of course—" she turned and laid her hand on Zeno's shoulder, visibly startling him, "an equally intolerable slur on my dear host's hospitality."
"Indeed, highness," John agreed. "But if I may inquire, is it possible that you can reveal anything concerning Barnabas that may—"
"You may not inquire, Lord Chamberlain." Theodora's voice was very low. "I do not concern myself with the private affairs of mimes."
John looked away from her cold glare. Zeno's guests were standing in clusters near the painted walls, silent or speaking in whispers, afraid to approach the furious empress and equally frightened to leave without her permission. The guards who had failed to prevent the tragedy stood with swords drawn but without an enemy to confront. Then he thought of one who was not present, forgotten momentarily as everyone kept their attention fixed on the enraged empress and her missing mime.
"Sunilda!" John shouted to the guard commander. "Find her immediately!"
Excerpted from Three for a Letter by Mary Reed & Eric Mayer. Copyright © 2001 by Mary Reed and Eric Mayer. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Reading Group Guide
READING GUIDE FOR THE JOHN THE EUNUCH HISTORICAL MYSTERY SERIES
BACKGROUND
Everyone knows about the fall of the Roman Empire to the barbarian hordes. However, while the western portion of the empire passed from Roman control in 476 AD, the eastern part-often referred to as the Byzantine Empire- survived for nearly another millennium, until its capital of Constantinople was overrun by the Turks in l453.
The John the Eunuch mystery series unfolds during the reign of Emperor Justinian I (527-565), on the cusp of the classical and medieval worlds. John lives at a time when paganism had all but lost its battle with Christianity but the glory of Rome was still much more than just a dim memory. In his attempts to restore the empire, Justinian not only successfully reconquered both Africa and Italy but also codified Roman law and rebuilt Constantinople so as to rival in the magnificence of its architecture ancient Rome itself. Yet the city's centerpiece was not a pagan temple but a Christian church, the Hagia Sophia.
John, who serves as Justinian's Lord Chamberlain, is called upon to solve some of the mysterious deaths which were not uncommon in this turbulent time of competing viewpoints. In One For Sorrow (535 AD) he investigates the death of a friend who was an official at the Great Palace, while also contending with a soothsayer and a traveler who claims to be on a quest for the Holy Grail. Two For Joy (537 AD) finds him attempting to find an explanation for the deaths of holy stylites who spontaneously burst into flame atop the pillars upon which they live, just as a religious zealot arrives at the gates of Constantinople, claiming supernatural powers and making political demands. In Three For A Letter (539 AD), John becomes involved in Justinian's plans to regain control of Italy when he is sent to a seaside estate to solve the murder of a young diplomatic hostage who was an heir to the Ostrogoth throne-and at the same time also protect the dead boy's sister. His task is further complicated by intriguing courtiers, automatons and a herd of fortune-telling goats. Four For A Boy (525 AD) is a prequel to the series, relating how John regained his freedom by solving the murder of a prominent philanthropist in broad daylight in the Great Church, as well as his first meetings with several series characters including Felix (here a rank and file excubitor), Egyptian madam Isis and the wine imbibing physician Gaius, not to mention a cast including street performers, courtiers, and the former actress Theodora, who was later to co-rule the empire with Justinian.
JOHN'S BIOGRAPHY
John the Eunuch is a tall, lean Greek, born around 495 AD. As a young man he attended Plato's Academy outside Athens but grew restless and left to become a mercenary. He fought in Bretania, where he developed a fear of deep water after seeing a colleague drown in a swollen stream. He also lived for a time in Alexandria and traveled with a troupe which recreated the ancient Cretan art of bull-leaping for Roman audiences. While seeking to buy silks for his lover in a border region of the empire, he strayed into enemy territory, was captured by Persians, emasculated and sold into slavery, purchased to serve at the Great Palace in Constantinople.
Having regained his freedom and eventually appointed Lord Chamberlain, John's official role is as chief attendant to the emperor. As part of his duties John oversees much of the palace administration and supervises court ceremonies. However, his real power lies in his close working relationship with Justinian, who depends upon his advice and, from time to time, his ability as an investigator. Unfortunately, John has attracted the enmity of Empress Theodora.
A man of simple tastes, John lives in a sparsely furnished house on the palace grounds. Although wealthy, he refuses to employ slaves or the customary bodyguard. He is fluent in four languages (cursing in Egyptian) but is not quick to share confidences in any of them. He has, however, been known to share his thoughts with the girl depicted in the mosaic on the wall of his study.
John is sometimes aided in his investigations by Felix, the Captain of the Excubitors (palace guards), his younger friend Anatolius (Justinian's secretary) and an elderly servant, Peter. John, like Felix and Anatolius, is a practicing Mithran and has attained the rank of Runner of the Sun. Like them, however, he must keep his beliefs secret since Mithraism is a proscribed religion.
John is a man of contradictions-a pagan serving a Christian emperor, a man of principle in a society whose corrupt institutions do not offer justice, someone who has been terribly wounded but has not descended into ruthlessness although he has been known to lapse into fits of anger and near madness, perhaps a result of urges he usually controls.
John appears in several short stories as well as the series of novels.
SUGGESTED TOPICS FOR DISCUSSION
WARNING: INCLUDES SPOILERS
(l) John suffered castration as a young man. In what way has this affected his emotional and mental attitudes? How do you think you would react to this type of traumatic event? To what extent do the things that happen to us dictate "who we are" and to what extent can we decide "who we are" despite the things that happen to us?
(2) John was captured, mutilated and sold into slavery but has survived to become a man of great power. Yet he has not attempted to hunt down and punish those who wronged him. Why do you think he hasn't taken revenge? Should he? Would you?
(3) People sometimes assume that a eunuch must not be a "real" man and so would be unable to protect the people he loves or do "manly" things. What are your thoughts on this assumption? Can we in fact accomplish things that seem impossible when the need arises? Has this ever happened to you?
(4) Many things taken for granted in John's time - families selling their children into prostitution or slavery, for example - are morally repugnant to us. Yet these things are still going on l,500 years later. Do you think the world is becoming a better place? Will such conditions always be part of it? Does our society take for granted things that will appear morally wrong to people in the future? What do you think they would consider to belong to this classification?
(5) John does not always approve of aspects of his society. His views are sometimes more in line with modern day thinking. Is this realistic? How much does the society in which we live shape our views of what is right and wrong?
(6) Several characters in the books are practicing Mithrans living in a Christian court whose emperor has proscribed pagan religions. They must therefore follow their religion in secret. What parallels do you see with religious oppression today? Is it possible, like John and his friends, to follow individual beliefs and principles in a world that often seems to hold contrary views?
(7) As Lord Chamberlain, John the Eunuch is immensely wealthy but he prefers plain food and a sparsely furnished house. What does this tell you about him? Is wealth necessarily the measure of a person? What would you do if you were suddenly as rich as John?
(8) Empress Theodora is a very strong woman whose power is exceeded only by that wielded by her husband, Justinian. Some scholars believe her influence on her husband was so great that she was actually co-emperor. Today we see a few women serving as heads of state. Has the role of powerful women changed? Can you think of any women today who are like Theodora? Who would you choose to play her in a movie?
(9) In One For Sorrow, Ahaseurus claims to be able to foretell the future while in Three For A Letter the same talent is ascribed to a herd of goats. Fortune-telling and horoscopes remain very popular today. Why do you think that is, considering how much we now know about the world thanks to modern science? Do you think we can foretell the future by astrology or other means? Do you know of any examples where this actually happened?
(l0) The innkeeper and his wife in One For Sorrow are a good example of a marriage that began in high hopes and ended in sorrow. Given the history of the couple as related in the book, could a different course have been taken? If they had asked you for advice on their marriage, what advice would you have given them?
(ll) In One For Sorrow, John is driven to find his friend's murderer even though the emperor has ordered him to stop the pursuit. Do we have a higher duty to our family and friends than to those in power?
(l2) Anatolius, who appears in all the books, is often hasty in his actions. What advice would you give him if you were his parent? Would it be any different from parental advice you would give to a young man or woman today?
(l3) At the end of Two For Joy, Michael's true identity is revealed. It has been said that we all wear public masks. Do you think this is true? What would you have done in Michael's situation?
(l4) In Two For Joy, Lucretia becomes a runaway wife. Given her situation as described in the book would you have felt the same way? Would you have stayed in the marriage? Why?
(l5) Justinian exercised absolute power over the life and death of everyone in his empire. If you were the emperor what sort of civil and legal reforms would you order carried out immediately? If you could only order one reform, what would it be, and why?
(l6) In Three For A Letter, the Ostrogoth twins have been brought up in very unusual circumstances, separated from their blood relatives and far from home. What sort of effect do you think this would have on children? How could it be counteracted?
(l7) Much of Three For A Letter is set on Zeno's country estate and exhibits a dreamlike quality. Have you ever felt as if you were living in a dream, whether good or bad?
(l8) Were you surprised to learn that the Roman Empire had continued for 1,000 years after its "fall"? Why do you think so little popular attention has been paid to its later history while there have been many books and movies about its earlier times?