I cleared my throat. “Do you even know what it is we’re trying to accomplish?”
“Of course,” he said, that jovial attitude faintly returning. “You wish me to remove Agrippina from power.”
“Galba told you, I take it?” I asked, almost annoyed at the ugly Roman legate.
“Yes. As I said, we have become good friends. At first his stories were but idle entertainment, but as they went on, I realized just how real they were. As for Agrippina, I took issue with her four years ago when she took over Caligula’s throne. Few know this, but I spent time with the Imperial family when I was younger, and had grown quite fond of the man, but his sisters were note quite so endearing. Agrippina had been the worst. Always plotting and scheming, it would not surprise me if she, in fact, was responsible for his death.”
I repressed the urge to whistle, knowing full well her actual implication in the assassination. It was also interesting to learn that Vespasian had been hanging out with the Julio-Claudian clan in his youth. He was right, I hadn’t been aware of his early friendship with Caligula, and as far as I knew, neither did the rest of the academic 21st century world. Considering his upbringing, I wondered how that had worked.
“Therefore,” Vespasian continued, “I have decided to take it upon myself to remove Agrippina from office and find someone more suitable to govern our great empire.”
“I believe Jacob told Galba who he thought…” Helena started before Vespasian cut her off.
“Yes, he informed me of your thoughts on the matter.”
“We don’t think, we know,” I enforced.
“Yes, yes,” he said, sighing with a shake of his head, “but I am not yet forty years of age myself, and far less experienced than most, Galba included. How can I govern all of Rome if I doubt even myself? No, we will find the most appropriate man for the job.”
That wasn’t part of the plan, but I shouldn’t be surprised he would think that way. It was a typical Vespasian answer, but even so, he was the only surefire candidate. Others may do a good enough job, but there was no way to ensure that. The safest and most logical thing to do was to follow history.
“Now,” Vespasian said, shifting into a more comfortable position in his chair, “tell me more about this blue orb and how it works. Galba was very inconsistent with his details, and I can only assume that was because he had little information.”
On his orders, I set out to tell him my ever-expanding and unreliable theory on time travel. I explained the rubber band theory and wormholes, using the worm burrowing through an apple analogy. I then went on to describe the numerous paradoxes we were possibly dealing with, or even possibly proving wrong. I explained what Varus had told me of Remus and the orb’s connection with German druids, as well as the Etruscan mantra apparently needed to use it. I finished by indicating that, in reality, I had no concrete idea how the thing worked, just ideas.
“I think I understand,” Vespasian said when I was finished. “Your story of fixing what you’ve changed certainly makes sense now. Any alterations to history today, could change your home completely.”
“Exactly,” I said.
“But how will you know when this… timeline… is fixed?”
“Well, I have a theory,” I offered unsteadily
“You do?” Helena asked curiously.
“In theory, I have a theory,” I clarified
“Well, that’s helpful,” she commented, folding her arms across her chest, a typical Helena reaction whenever I brought up yet another of my theories.
“It requires the orb,” I said. “When Claudius was in the midst of torturing me all those years ago, there was a moment when he pressed it against my face. It made contact with my skin but nothing happened. Why not?” I asked both Helena and Vespasian.
Helena worked her lips in thought while Vespasian leaned back in his chair expectantly.
“Okay,” I said, “I believe the answer lies in the claim that, according to a fella named Einstein, time is relative.”
“What do you mean?” Vespasian asked, ignoring the name drop.
I cringed. Even Helena, the pop culture ignoramus that she was, knew of the science fiction concept of time travel. She, at least, had some very vague and theoretical background knowledge on the concept, but Vespasian had nothing. Nothing in his life could ever have prepared him for the idea of traveling through time. Even Greco-Roman mythology lacked any concise story of time traveling beings, at least as far as I knew of.
“Look,” I sighed, “this stuff is very confusing, and I will be the first to admit that I am by no means an expert. Even the most fundamental and scientific knowledge from my timeline is little more than guesswork and theory.”
“Just keep it simple, Jacob,” Helena advised.
I nodded. “When we first went back in time four years ago, we immediately altered the timeline. Now, think of time as a river and us as a rock being tossed into it. At first, the rock was very small, just a couple of people standing around in a cave, not impacting much of anything. The river still flowed around it easily. Had we never left the cave and gone back home right away we would probably find that very little, if anything, had changed.
“However, the longer we spent in this point in history, the bigger that rock became, so much so that we run the risk of it becoming so big that the water may flow over the embankment, a natural dam builds and the flow of the river slows or diverts, or in a worst case scenario, stops the flow of the river completely. Do you understand what that last part means?”
“I think I do, yes,” Vespasian said slowly.
Helena was also nodding, completely enraptured.
“Now, we don’t know how big the rock is at this point, it could be huge, it could be small, but my theory as to why nothing happened when I last touched the orb is simply that the rock got big enough to divert the flow of water down another channel, so much so that it deposits the water in a completely different location, meaning that because of what we’ve done, the timeline is now fixed so that any future encounter with the orb, by anybody, no longer occurs.”
“How?” Vespasian asked.
“Well, remember what I said about time being relative? That means that from the perspective of someone from the future, no matter what we do, it has already happened for them. It’s done. The reason why I couldn’t see anyone on the other side of the orb here in our past is simply because there is no one there in our future. We haven’t yet activated the sequence of historical events that will lead to the point where our future selves,” I said, pointing to Helena and I, “encounter the orb again. Or anyone else, it seems. Once I look through the orb and see ourselves, I’ll know the timeline has reoriented itself to the point where nothing has changed in our present… or at least very little,” I finished with a hopeful chuckle before growing serious. “Then again, there is the chance that the rock we’ve created has already become so big already, that no matter what we do, I’ll never see myself on the other end of the orb. Which could mean a thousand different things.”
I let out a slow breath and looked over at Helena. Her chin rested on her hand and she wore a wide eyed and vacant expression on her face, something between complete boredom and being totally lost. After a few seconds, she finally noticed my attention and gave me a supportive smile and nod, like she’d been following along the entire time. Vespasian looked equally as confused, but he let it pass with a shake of his head.
“Are you sure you do not wish to stay in Rome?” He asked. “Once Agrippina is taken care of, I am sure we can find you a position in one our academies.”
I looked at Helena with a mock smile on my face.