CHAPTER THREE
MORITURI TE SALUTANT
“What are you doing?”
Emily
called out to Li Li and Stone in a hushed tone. She’d just caught up with them,
in a sub-basement of the Roman amphitheater in Trier. They’d been scratching
graffiti into the stone wall of a cell probably used in a previous millennium
to hold gladiators before they found a death in the arena. A nearby sign in
German seemed to announce some sort of prohibition.
“Don’t
do that.”
Stone
shrugged, but Li Li merely pointed to the many symbols and initials that had
already been cut into the rock. “What about those? It’s not like lots of other
people haven’t done it, too.”
Perry
leaned forward to examine some of the etchings. “This one looks like Latin… morituri… something, I can’t quite make
out this last bit.”
“Do
you know what it means?”
“What
am I, a Latin scholar?”
Emily
punched his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you didn’t study it at whatever pompous
private school you went to.”
Perry
rubbed his chin and tilted his head. “It might mean something like we… or maybe
they who are about to die…”
“You
mean like the gladiator salute – we, the already dead, salute you?” Emily
grinned at him, pleased with her epiphany.
“I
imagine the gladiators were fatalists, but I don’t think they had anything on
you.


