The boy had come back, bringing two companions and a st.u.r.dy canvas litter. They hung back in the doorway and stared. Finally I said, "Come here," and they obeyed, tiptoeing up as if they were afraid Caesar would rise up under the toga.
And, oh! if only he could. I would have given my own life if he could.
"It is time. Convey him to his house. Does--has Calpurnia been told?" There was that to face, as well.
The boy nodded.
"Very well, then. Take him to her. I will follow."
Gingerly they managed to pick him up and place him on the litter. They covered his face again so no one on the way could gaze at him, and hoisted the litter up onto their shoulders. I saw that they had left one arm hanging over the side. It trailed down, swaying with the motion of the bearers, and the hand was limp.
The sight of that hand, now powerless, ripped through me so that I could hardly stand. If only Charmian we"re here, so I could lean against her. But I must not fall, I must not fail that poor arm, now utterly unable to defend itself.
And I would avenge him, if it took me all the rest of my life. Somehow I would do it, using any weapon, or person, that came to hand.
Ahead of me the arm swayed, the litter bounced, I am here, Caesar. I will not desert, nor will I leave your enemies unpunished. And what I leave undone, your son, Caesarion, will finish. This I solemnly swear to you.
The boys carried the litter down the steps, the same steps where Antony had bought all the sausages and Caesar had laughed so loudly.
The Forum was filled with milling mobs, but we managed to make our way through as if we were invisible, there was such confusion. I was walking and called no attention to myself by an ornamented litter, and no one suspected the three boys of carrying anything important. Strange how blind and dull a crowd can be, even at its most agitated.
Caesar"s house loomed just ahead, and the boys knew which side entrance to go into with their precious burden. We entered and quickly bolted the door behind us.
The same airy atrium, the same central pool, calmly reflecting the dull gray sky, where Caesar had so elegantly received guests, awaited us. The boys set the litter down, and Calpurnia emerged from the shadows, walking stiffly, leaning on two servants.
Her face was changed almost as much as Caesar"s--puffy and ravaged at the same time. Weeping, she took each halting step toward the litter, her feet dragging. I turned away and sought the other end of the room, to allow her privacy. I heard loud screams, cries, stormy weeping, and then a dead silence. At last I turned back around and saw her in a heap beside the litter, its covering sheet drawn back.
I went over to her, unsure what to do, but feeling united to her in a terrible way. I bent down and laid my hands on her shaking shoulders. Caesar"s face-- that face--was turned toward us. I could not bear it, to see it so changed and ugly-still. I pulled the sheet back over it.
"My dear," I said--and she was was dear to me at that moment, as she had been his, and now everything he had ever touched or been connected to in any way was inestimably precious--"I know you feel the daggers as if they had struck you themselves." dear to me at that moment, as she had been his, and now everything he had ever touched or been connected to in any way was inestimably precious--"I know you feel the daggers as if they had struck you themselves."
She allowed herself to lean against me a little. "Yes," she whispered. "I could feel them, even as it happened." She turned her face to mine. "I dreamed it all, last night. I saw it, I felt it. The only difference was that in the dream he collapsed and died in my arms--I saw him alive, not like-- like this!" She attempted to lift the cloth again, having a need to see him, but her hand fell back limply. "I warned him--I begged him--not to go to the Senate!"
She hunched up on her knees, bending over him. "And he had dreamed that he was carried up in the clouds, and Jupiter reached out for him. Oh, it was all so clear! We knew! knew! We We knew! knew! And yet he went. . . ." And yet he went. . . ."
She slumped back down again. Then her voice rose, as she suddenly remembered. "He had agreed not to go after all! A soothsayer had warned him about the Ides. Yes . . . and the hour had pa.s.sed, and he had not appeared at the Senate, and then Decimus came and begged him to make an appearance. He explained about my dream and the bad omens--for during the storm the shields of Mars fell down off the walls, a terrible warning!--and said he would not come. And then--then"--it began to come together in her mind-- "Decimus laughed and said the Senate might change its mind about the honors if he had to announce that Caesar stayed away on account of his wife"s dreams. He made it sound so foolish--but I knew what I had seen in my mind. Oh, we never should have yielded!"
I had a horrible suspicion. "Decimus--what was he to you?"
"Why, he was one of Caesar"s most trusted friends," she said.
"And did he escort Caesar to the Senate?"
"I believe so," she said. " "They set out together, Caesar in his litter. I watched them. There were crowds all about, and--someone thrust a scroll in Caesar"s hand. But then, pet.i.tioners do that."
"The litter--the ceremonial one he rode in--where is it?"
"I don"t know."
"It"s at the theater still," one of the boys said.
"Bring it," I ordered him. "Bring it, so we leave nothing of Caesar"s for the mob." Perhaps the scroll was still in it.
Outside I could hear the noise of the crowd. ""Observe well who is at large," I told them. "Where have the murderers gone?"
Calpurnia allowed herself to be drawn to her feet. "I am afraid they will come and raid this house!" she said. "There is no one to protect it. Caesar had dismissed his guards."
Lepidus. Lepidus had one legion in the city, as Caesar"s military second-in-command. What other forces were there? Decimus had his gladiators. Gladiators! What was it the boy had said? An entire company of gladiators loose and looting entire company of gladiators loose and looting. Again I had that sickening lurch of feeling. Decimus"s gladiators--why had they happened to be there?
Decimus had brought them to Rome and stationed them here. Decimus had brought Caesar to the Senate against his will. Decimus was one of Caesar s Decimus was one of Caesar s most most trusted friends. trusted friends.
It was a plot, a huge plot. It was not just Brutus and Ca.s.sius, it was a widespread, organized body of a.s.sa.s.sins.
For weeks, Caesar had been surrounded by secret enemies--for if they had Decimus, they had other, unsuspected partisans. What about Antony? Was he one of them? And Lepidus? Were Calpurnia and I his only loyal adherents?
He had eaten with them, laughed with them, planned his Parthian campaign with them, walked through the Forum with them. And they had smiled and fawned and voted more honors to him--I remembered the obsequious magistrates meeting him at the temple--all the while planning to kill him! How they must have gloated over that in their secret conclaves, mocking him.
The boys returned with the litter, and in it were several rolled-up scrolls, all unread. Most of them indeed contained pet.i.tions, but one detailed the entire plot and begged Caesar to save himself. It said the conspiracy encompa.s.sed some seventy men.
Seventy!
How could they have kept the plot secret?
But then, they had not kept it secret. Caesar was warned in this scroll, only too late.
It said that Ca.s.sius wanted to kill Antony as well, but that Brutus had argued against it, saying that the sacrifice of Caesar would not be sacrifice but just plain murder if it took in others. So Trebonius was a.s.signed to detain Antony outside.
Antony was loyal. I felt an immense relief. But where was he? Where had he fled to?
Rising noise outside. I had a ladder brought so I could look out the upper windows without opening the door. I did not know whether to be thankful Caesar"s house was right in the midst of the Forum or not.
A huge mob had gathered in a knot near the center of the Forum, and I saw a single file of men coming down from the Capitol, holding their hands up and yelling, "Cicero! Cicero!" But I did not see anyone who looked like Cicero. I saw Dolabella, a wild, unstable man who was an expert at whipping up crowds, stand on a pedestal to address the crowd, then Brutus, then Ca.s.sius. I could not hear anything they said, but I knew how to read crowds, and I could see that the people were not responding. The conspirators turned and went back up the hill to the Capitol.
It was growing dark. How sudden! But of course it was not sudden; it was just that time was no longer the normal stretch of minutes but some other monstrous thing. The sun had kept on its journey as if this were any other day.
It should have stopped. It should have sent forth sparks. Anything but this peaceful transit across the sky, and now a twilight like any other.
There was a loud banging on the door, and as the bolts were pulled away, Antony burst in. He looked around wildly, throwing off the hood of his slave"s cloak, his disguise.
"Caesar! Caesar! O my lord, my captain!" He rushed to the litter and fell to his knees. Yanking off the covering, he threw back his head and let out a long, mournful wail. His fists were clenched, his arms rigid by his side. Then he brought his hands up to his face and wept.
Calpurnia and I stood back, silently. It was many minutes before his shoulders stopped shaking and he wiped his cheeks and turned and saw us.
"Thanks be to all the G.o.ds that you are here," said Calpurnia.
Antony got up, slowly. "And thanks be to all the G.o.ds that we are safe," he said, looking around. "And that Caesar is here with us. Now they cannot desecrate him unless they kill us all."
"They are probably willing to do so," I said. "What would stay their hands--the hands that swore to protect the very man they have slain?"
"Only their misguided belief that they are high-minded and not ordinary a.s.sa.s.sins and murderers," he said. "They believe themselves honorable."
"Honorable?" said Calpurnia.
"They believe that it was honorable to kill Caesar, and equally honorable to let us live," said Antony.
"Well, they shall die for their honor," I said. Anger and sorrow kept fighting within me, and at this moment the anger had its turn.
Antony spun around and stared at me. "When?" he said.
"As soon as we have forces to oppose them," I said.
"The G.o.ds themselves will see to the hour and place," said Calpurnia.
"No, Caesar and I will!" I swore, looking at him. I knew his spirit and mine would range over all the world before we would let his murderers live.
"First we must calm Rome," said Antony. "We do not want the city destroyed in senseless riots--the city upon which Caesar has lavished so much care. After the danger is past, we shall pursue the murderers. But all in good time."
"We have a lifetime," I said.
"I am sole Consul," said Antony. "I am now the head of the government, the senior magistrate. I will take control as best I may, but it is tricky. We must disarm the conspirators, both literally and figuratively. I will call a meeting of the Senate for tomorrow."
"As if everything were normal!" I cried.
"We must pretend to them that we think it is," he said. "We must not alarm them, but must wrest control from them." He turned to Calpurnia. "Caesar"s will--where is it?"
"With the Vestal Virgins," she said.
"And what of Caesar"s papers, and his money?"
"All here," she said. "Here!" She pointed toward a room opening off the atrium.
"They must be transferred to my house," said Antony. "Tonight, under cover of darkness. They must not fall into the conspirators" possession. And once I have control of them, my hand is strengthened." He turned to me. "Return to the villa. Stay there until I send you word it is safe."
"Do we have any soldiers at our command?" I asked. I had my Egyptian guards; I would encircle Caesarion with them tonight.
"Lepidus is with us," he said.
Lepidus. So that question was answered.
"He will bring his legion onto the Campus Martius tonight, to be ready to move into the Forum at daybreak and occupy it. We will seize the state treasury as well, to prevent the conspirators from having any money at their disposal." He put his arm on my shoulder. "Return to the villa now," he said. "Return, and pray that all goes well in the next two days for us."
I glanced back at the litter, lying so quietly by the pool. No stirring, no change in it. The hand still lay exposed. I went over to it, took it in mine, and kissed it.
"Farewell, and farewell," I whispered. That had been his favorite parting, the words he had used when he left for Spain.
I wanted never to leave him, but I could not bear to stay by his still side any longer.
I watched from my window all night. How could I rest? Caesar was dead-- the entire world was destroyed. Never for one instant did that terrible vision, the sight of him lying there, fade from my mind; it veiled and shrouded everything, the things seen and the things unseen. I stood, leaning on my shaking elbows at the window, as the stars wheeled in the black sky and slowly faded in the early morning.
What would happen to me? To Caesarion? To Rome? To Egypt? I was only twenty-five. What would another forty years without him hold for me? The universe was empty; he who had blotted out the sky was gone.
In the darkest time of the night, when the tumult in the Forum began to die away, I wept at last. Quietly, because I did not want Caesarion to be disturbed--the poor child, unaware of what he had just lost. I was unable to cry aloud as I needed to, so all the sorrow stayed contained within me. The hot tears did no good; my throat was raw and felt as if it were swelling with the very effort of holding in my cries; my chest was on fire, aching with the unearthly pain that filled it. My sobs were silent heaves that tore at me and seemed to increase my suffering, not a.s.suage it. Caesar was gone, gone, gone . . . how would I bear it? Caesar was gone, gone, gone . . . how would I bear it? Sudden death had torn my dearest and most loving protector away from me a second time. Sudden death had torn my dearest and most loving protector away from me a second time.
The following day had the dull feeling of the aftermath of a natural disaster. There was nothing to do but wait, and continue to prepare for my leave-taking. I was drained from my suppressed crying, and moved like a sleepwalker now, or a person underwater, as if afraid that any sudden movement would cause me to feel even more pain. The things I had cared about--was this container waterproof, had I arranged my official correspondence in the correct chronological order so that it could be transferred intact to the archives in Alexandria?--were of no moment, and so what was usually so wrenching and time-consuming was soon done. Later, when I unpacked, I had no memory of any of it.
Antony faithfully sent messengers telling me of events. Brutus had called another meeting on the Capitol to try to generate public support and enthusiasm, but he had failed again. The mood was starting to turn ugly; the praetor Cinna, who had denounced Caesar, was pursued into a nearby house, and the hostile mob would have burned it down if Lepidus"s soldiers had not prevented them.
Another night in which I did not sleep. How many sleepless nights can a person endure? The stars blazed again, circled the sky, and died away, and dawn came up, leaving me lightheaded and exhausted beyond mortal weariness. I held my own private communion with grief all through those hours of darkness, but there was no comfort anywhere, and this second night was worse than the first. Each hour seemed to increase my pain and my awareness, not dull or soothe it.
More messages. The Senate had met, and the senators had expressed a wide range of reactions. The most extreme had proposed that the conspirators be given special honors as public benefactors. So much were the "honors" of the Senate worth! The less extreme merely said that amnesty should be granted to all, and Cicero proposed an " "act of oblivion."
An act of oblivion--like the one they had dealt Caesar? of oblivion--like the one they had dealt Caesar?
Someone else had said Caesar should formally be declared a tyrant and all his acts illegal. Antony had reminded them that if that were done, then every one of them who owed his appointment to Caesar would have to resign it. There would be no praetorships for Brutus and Ca.s.sius, no Bithynia for Tillius Cimber, no Asia for Trebonius, no Cisalpine Gaul for Decimus.
There should be torture and h.e.l.l for Decimus at the hands of his own gladiators!
The conspirators had tried to prevent the reading of Caesar s will, but Calpurnia"s father had refused to be bullied by them, had ordered the Vestals to release it, and had announced that Antony would read it from his house. Next they tried to block a public funeral for Caesar, but Antony pointed out that any Consul who had died in office was permitted a public funeral, and Caesar was Consul.
The whole world would pay homage to him. His enemies who had killed him-- now let them see how they would be hated.
It grew dark again, and this time I felt sleep coming over me. I knew I would, at last, rest, or what from now on must serve as rest. But at midnight a messenger arrived, with a vehement note from Antony.
The will--I read it out to Caesar s friends and family. It is not what I expected. He has named Octavian his princ.i.p.al heir, and requests him to be adopted as his son! son! He is to a.s.sume the name of Gaius Julius Caesar! And Caesar named Decimus as one of his secondary heirs, should his other great-nephews die early. Oh, the perfidy of Decimus is now made more hideous than ever! He is to a.s.sume the name of Gaius Julius Caesar! And Caesar named Decimus as one of his secondary heirs, should his other great-nephews die early. Oh, the perfidy of Decimus is now made more hideous than ever!
He has given the gardens of the villa--your villa--to the people of Rome, along with three gold pieces a person. Generous indeed. And when the people hear of it, it, I cannot vouch for the safety of any of the conspirators I cannot vouch for the safety of any of the conspirators--or the Liberators, as they now call themselves. the Liberators, as they now call themselves.
I was forced to have Ca.s.sius as my houseguest tonight, in exchange for my own son as a hostage on the Capitol! The food tasted like poison. I asked Ca.s.sius if he had a dagger, and he said, "Yes, and a big one, should you try to play the tyrant, too!"
We shall see what awaits him at the hands of the mob!
The funeral tomorrow night. I speak the eulogy, as his nearest male relative here. There will be a funeral pyre in the Campus Martius, but the bier and ceremony will be in the Forum. Should you wish to attend, you and Calpurnia will be safe on the steps of the Temple of Vesta, where Lepidus will station soldiers.
My head whirled. Octavian to be his--son? To take his name? But there was already another who bore the name Caesar--Ptolemy Caesar.
How could there be more than one Caesar?
As if Octavian could ever be Caesar! He was only distantly related, a mere great-nephew. And there was nothing of Caesar about him. His slight frame, his utter lack of athleticism or soldiership or oratory--no, nothing!
Whatever had possessed Caesar to name him? And why had he not warned me?
Perhaps I had known him very little. How much more there would have been to learn, had the G.o.ds just granted us time!
Drawn as if by a strong wind, I went to the Forum on the night of Caesar"s funeral. I arrived well before dark; my litter had taken me past the enormous waiting funeral pyre in the Campus Martius beside his daughter Julia"s tomb. The logs were neatly arranged and decorated. I shuddered. I hated the whole idea of burning someone, but then the Romans hated our custom of embalming. It was all ugly; there was no redeeming death, no matter which method we chose to consume the body.