One of them was his spymaster. His identity was a closely guarded secret and only Domitian was privy to it. All in the palace knew of his existence and had even seen him flitting in and around its corridors but even the Praetorian Guard did not question him. He was known as the Cowl for he always had his face covered with a hood. In each meeting he sat in the shadows with the hood over his head hiding his features. He was the one man Domitian trusted. The other two were also trusted by the Emperor. They were soldiers who had served his father well as Tribunes. “I have brought you two to this meeting today because I need both of you to be Legates for me. Before I outline your mission do you accept?” They both nodded for they both knew that refusal would see their dead bodies in the Tiber before dawn. “Good. Cornelius Furcus you at to go to Britannia. Julius Verinus you are to go to Germania Superior. You are to take charge of the legions and auxiliaries in those areas. In Britannia the peoples in the north are causing problems and in Germania it is the tribes near to the river. However you need to know that I do not trust the two Governors. They appear to be hiding facts and money from me.
