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934 pages, Hardcover
First published December 1, 2012
"Holiness." Valens kneeled and kissed the sacred ring of office that adorned his right hand. "How may I be of service to you in this...unusual setting? I was surprised when Father Hortensius said you wanted me in the vaults. I half expected to find you knee deep in dust and relics. Are you well? I saw Gennarus Vestinae led the evening mass."
"I am as well as any man with twelve years more than his alloted four score and ten may hope to be, my son." Ahenobarbus led him to the painting. "What I require of you at the present is your eyes. I suspect they are better than my own. This picture here. When you look at the man who has been struck down by the others, what do you see."
Valens frowned, and his eyebrows momentarily rose.
Valens took a candle and used it to peer more closely at the victim's face. "The likeness is uncanny, especially when the limitations of Mariattus's primitive technique are taken into account."
Ahenobarbus smiled. "Of course you would recognize the brush. How does a poor monk come to know so much of art and culture?"
Valens shrugged slightly. "I fancy myself an ascetic aesthete, Your Holiness."
Valens set the candle down. "If I may hazard a guess, I should venture to say this is Excessum Inmortuus. No, I fear my memory fails me. Decessus Inmortuus. Painted sometime around the year 185 Provitiatus for a noble of the Severan house. It came into the possession of the Church after the fall of Andronis and the establishement of the Republic. I did not know it had been removed from the vaults. Had I know, I would have come to see it sooner. It is a joy to behold."
"You have a prodigious talent, my son."
"Mariattus had a prodigious talent. I am merely blessed to appreciate his skill."
"Even so."