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Cicero at first was reluctant to go, pleading pressure of work. As theconsular candidate who had topped the poll, it fell to him, rather than his colleague, to preside over the opening session of the Senate, and he was writing his inaugural address. But I knew there was more to it than that.
He had an unusual squeamishness about death. Even the killing of animals in the games disturbed him, and this weakness — for, alas, in politics a soft heart is always perceived as a weakness — had started to be noticed. His immediate instinct was to send me in his place. You think it will look bad? The silence lengthened. He heaved himself to his feet. He wouldn't summon me unless it was important. In any case I need to clear my head.
Outside in the street a dozen petitioners were huddled, hoping for a word, and as soon as they saw the consul-elect stepping through his front door they ran across the road toward him. We must have walked about a mile, I suppose, crossing the Forum at an angle and leaving the city by the river gate. The waters of the Tiber were fast and high, flexed by yellowish-brown whirlpools and writhing currents. Up ahead, opposite Tiber Island, amid the wharfs and cranes of the Navalia, we could see a large crowd milling around.
You will get a sense of how long ago all this happened, by the way — more than half a century — when I tell you that the island was not yet linked by its bridges to either bank. As we drew closer many of the onlookers recognized Cicero and there was a stir of curiosity as they parted to let us through. A cordon of legionnaires from the marine barracks was protecting the scene.
Octavius was waiting. You know my secretary, Tiro? Although he is remembered today only as the father of Augustus, he was at this time aedile of the plebs and very much the coming man.
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He would probably have made consul himself had he not died prematurely of a fever some four years after this encounter.
He led us out of the wind and into one of the great military boathouses, where the skeleton of a liburnian, stripped for repair, sat on huge wooden rollers. Next to it on the earth floor an object lay shrouded in sailcloth. Without pausing for ceremony, Octavius threw aside the material to show us the naked body of a boy.
He was about twelve, as I remember. His face was beautiful and serene, quite feminine in its delicacy, with traces of gold paint glinting on the nose and cheeks, and with a bit of red ribbon tied in his damp brown curls.
His throat had been cut. His body had been slashed open all the way down to the groin and emptied of its organs. There was no blood, only that dark, elongated cavity, like a gutted fish, filled with river mud.
How Cicero managed to contemplate the sight and maintain his composure I do not know, but he swallowed hard and kept on looking. Eventually he said hoarsely, "This is an outrage. He squatted on his haunches, took hold of the lad's skull between his hands, and turned it to the left. As the head moved, the gaping wound in the neck opened and closed obscenely, as if it were a second mouth trying to whisper a warning to us.
Octavius seemed entirely indifferent to this, but then of course he was a military man and no doubt used to such sights. He pulled back the hair to reveal a deep indentation just above the boy's right ear, and pressed his thumb into it. It looks as if he was felled from behind. I'd say by a hammer. His hair beribboned.
Felled from behind by a hammer," repeated Cicero, his words slowing as he realized where his logic was leading him. And finally his body He was a sacrifice — a human sacrifice.
Cicero said, "Are there any cults in the city you have heard of that might practice such an abomination? Cicero, in obstinate fashion, challenges Julius Caesar as Caesar manipulates his far-flung military victories into complete control of the Roman government. Capitulate, or at least compromise, and live in comfort, Terentia tells her husband. Why not let others take up the fight?
Like the late Alan Rickman, Tiro, in a supporting role, often steals the show, even as he accompanies his famous boss and friend into the fray. Listen as Tiro describes what it was like entering the Senate after Caesar was betrayed and killed by Brutus and Cassius. Get the Monitor Stories you care about delivered to your inbox.
It was no great oration by his standards but it did what was required. There were even a few cheers.
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He jumped down. The legionnaires cleared a path for us through the mob and we retreated quickly toward the city. As we neared the gate I glanced back. At the fringes of the crowd people were already beginning to wander away in search of fresh diversions. I turned to Cicero to congratulate him on the effectiveness of his remarks, but he was leaning over the roadside ditch, vomiting. Such was the state of the city on the eve of Cicero's consulship — a vortex of hunger, rumor, and anxiety; of crippled veterans and bankrupt farmers begging at every corner; of roistering bands of drunken young men terrorizing shopkeepers; of women from good families openly prostituting themselves outside the taverns; of sudden conflagrations, violent tempests, moonless nights, and scavenging dogs; of fanatics, soothsayers, beggars, fights.
Pompey was still away commanding the legions in the East, and in his absence an uneasy, shifting mood swirled around the streets like river fog, giving everyone the jitters. There was a sense that some huge event was impending but no clear idea what it might be. The new tribunes were said to be working with Caesar and Crassus on a vast and secret scheme for giving away public land to the urban poor.
Cicero had tried to find out more about it but had been rebuffed. The patricians were certain to resist it, whatever it was. Goods were scarce, food hoarded, shops empty.
Even the moneylenders had stopped making loans.
Nevertheless, knowing the perils they would face, and feeling the need for allies, Cicero had made strenuous efforts to get on good terms with him.
Unfortunately, his approaches had come to nothing, and I shall say why.
It was the custom for the two consuls-elect to draw lots in October to decide which province each would govern after his year in office. Hybrida, who was steeped in debt, had set his heart on the rebellious but lucrative lands of Macedonia, where a vast fortune was waiting to be made. However, to his dismay he drew instead the peaceful pastures of Nearer Gaul, where not even a fieldmouse was stirring. It was Cicero who drew Macedonia, and when the result was announced in the Senate Hybrida's face had assumed such a picture of childish resentment and surprise that the entire chamber had been convulsed by laughter.
He and Cicero had not spoken since.
Little wonder, then, that Cicero was finding it so hard to compose his inaugural address and that when we returned to his house from the river and he tried to resume his dictation his voice kept trailing off.
He would stare into the distance with a look of abstraction on his face and repeatedly wonder aloud why the boy had been killed in such a manner, and of what significance it was that he belonged to Hybrida. He agreed with Octavius: Human sacrifice was certainly one of their cults.
He sent a message to a friend of his, Quintus Fabius Sanga, who was the Gauls' principal patron in the Senate, asking in confidence if he thought such an outrage was possible. But Sanga sent a rather huffy letter back within the hour, saying of course not, and that the Gauls would be gravely offended if the consul-elect persisted in such damaging speculation. Cicero sighed, threw the letter aside, and attempted to pick up the threads of his thoughts. But he could not weave them together into anything coherent, and shortly before sunset he called again for his cloak and boots.
I had assumed his intention was to take a turn in the public gardens not far from the house, where he often went when he was composing a speech.
But as we reached the brow of the hill, instead of turning right he pressed on toward the Esquiline Gate, and I realized to my amazement he intended to go outside the sacred boundary to the place where the corpses were burned — a spot he usually avoided at all costs. We passed the porters with their handcarts waiting for work just beyond the gate, and the squat official residence of the carnifex, who, as public executioner, was forbidden to live within the precincts of the city.
Finally we entered the sacred grove of Libitina, filled with cawing crows, and approached the temple. In those days this was the headquarters of the undertakers' guild: Cicero asked me for some money and went ahead and spoke to a priest. He handed him the purse, and a couple of official mourners appeared.
Cicero beckoned me over. What a curious party we must have made as we crossed the Esquiline Field in single file, the mourners first, carrying jars of incense, then the consul-elect, then me. All around us in the dusk were the dancing flames of funeral pyres, the cries of the bereaved, and the sickly smell of incense — strong, yet not quite strong enough to disguise the stink of burning death. The mourners led us to the public ustrina, where a pile of corpses on a handcart were waiting to be thrown onto the flames.
Devoid of clothes and shoes, these unclaimed bodies were as destitute in death as they had been in life. Only the murdered boy's was covered: I recognized it by the sailcloth shroud into which it had now been tightly sewn. As a couple of attendants tossed it easily onto the metal grille, Cicero bowed his head and the hired mourners set up a particularly noisy lamentation, no doubt in the hope of a good tip. The flames roared and flattened in the wind, and very quickly that was it: Surely the greatest mercy granted us by Providence is our ignorance of the future.
Imagine if we knew the outcome of our hopes and plans, or could see the manner in which we are doomed to die — how ruined our lives would be! Instead we live on dumbly from day to day as happily as animals. But all things must come to dust eventually. No human being, no system, no age is impervious to this law; everything beneath the starswill perish; the hardest rock will be worn away.
Nothing endures but words. And with this in mind, and in the renewed hope that I may live long enough to see the task through, I shall now relate the extraordinary story of Cicero's year in office as consul of the Roman republic and what befell him in the four years afterward — a span of time we mortals call a lustrum, but which to the gods is no more than the blinking of an eye.
From Conspirata: Copyright by Robert Harris.But what do you expect? As we neared the gate I glanced back. Burn the remains as quickly as possible. Over dinner one evening, Cicero declares his intention to stand for election as aedile and to accomplish it by prosecuting Gaius Verres for extortion, based on the accumulated evidence.
His hair beribboned. The fish are hungry. But he could not weave them together into anything coherent, and shortly before sunset he called again for his cloak and boots.
They take their food where they can. It was a scene I have never forgotten.
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