As he spoke he gave the dagger a slight kick with his foot, so that it slid clinking and rattling along the smooth floor, until its progress was stopped by the corner of the altar steps against which the Caesar cowered in abject fear. "My guard is in the next room," said Caligula with an evil sneer, "an I call but once and they will kill thee at my word."
"That is as thou commandest and as G.o.d wills," said Taurus Antinor, "but remember ere thou strikest, O Caesar, that with my death thou wilt lose the one man who can save thee now."
He spoke quite calmly nor did the tone of deference ever depart from his speech. He stood in the dim light which came in a straight shaft down through the opening above, his splendid person in full view of the Caesar who still crouched in the shadow. The power of his individuality imposed itself upon the miserable coward who threatened him. Caligula--tyrant and half crazy though he was--had sufficient shrewdness in his tortuous brain to recognise the truth of what the praefect had told him. Had this man come with evil intent he would not have come alone and unarmed: had he wished to gain his own ends, he would have had but to say a word and the mob had been ready to wreak its desired vengeance upon the Caesar.
"The people of Rome," resumed Taurus Antinor after a while, seeing that Caligula was silent and more inclined to listen to him, "are angered against thee. Thou knowest, O Caesar! what the anger of the people portends. For the moment a violent storm has driven the malcontents away from the vicinity of thy palace. They are congregated under the arcades of the Forum and nurse there their thoughts of rancour and of revenge."
"Until such time as my wrath overtakes them," broke in Caligula with one of his most evil oaths. "I am not dead yet, and whilst I live I"ll not forget. Rome shall rue this day in blood and in tears. Vengeance and rancour, sayest thou?" and he drew in his breath with a moist, hissing sound like the snakes of the Campania of which he spoke just now.
"Vengeance and rancour will overtake the rebels! _My_ vengeance and _my_ rancour, beside which all others shall pale! Rome can wait, I say: the Caesar is not yet dead."
The words fell choked and thick from his quivering lips, nor did Taurus Antinor attempt to interrupt him; but as the Caesar finished speaking, exhausted and breathing heavily, there was a moment"s silence in the room, and through that silence could be heard quite distinctly the call of the people from the distance below.
"Death to the Caesar! Death!"
Caligula uttered a loud cry of rage and of fear and struggled to his feet. He staggered forward out of the darkness and into the light, his trembling arms outstretched, his spa.r.s.e hair plastered against his moist forehead, his eyes, protruding and bloodshot, fixed upon the praefect.
"They"ll murder me," he cried, as he almost fell on his knees and only saved himself by clinging desperately with both hands to Taurus Antinor"s outstretched arm. "They"ll murder me! Save me, O praefect; save me! and I"ll heap wealth upon thee--money, honours, power, all that thou dost desire! Save me! Do not let them murder me! I will not die....
I will not! I will not!... Cowards! cowards! I am a defenceless man!...
I will not die ... I cannot die.... Cowards!"
Taurus Antinor had to brace himself up against the sickening sense of almost physical nausea that came over him at sight of this pitiful creature, more abject than any cur.
Among the many moments of terrible doubt and still more terrible temptation through which he had fought to-day, this was perhaps the most intolerable because the worldly man in him cried out against the futility of his own sacrifice.
To give up every hope of happiness, every aspiration for the welfare of an entire nation for the sake of this miserable coward, whose thoughts of self-preservation only alternated with those of maniacal tyranny, seemed indeed insensate mockery. Duty could not possibly lie in this.
This base creature"s worthless life surely could not be weighed in the balance against the countless others which--despite any promises that might be wrung from him now--he would inevitably sacrifice to his own l.u.s.t for blood and for revenge.
The worldly man, the thinking philosopher, the pagan in fact, faced these propositions and placed them before the Christian. But the time had gone by for mental conflict. The Christian had fought until his numbed soul had almost lost the power of suffering; all he knew now was that he must not reason, he must neither think nor philosophise. The Master whom he had seen with limbs stretched upon a Cross in unspeakable agony and humiliation, might also have overturned a Caesar and ruled the world from the heights of a throne. He chose to rule it from a place of infamy, and when His dying lips proclaimed to that same world the supreme finality of its salvation: "It is accomplished!" it was not to the sound of triumphal music, with banners flying and the spoils of conquest around, it was to the accompaniment of taunts and of derision and with body stripped naked before a jeering world.
"I have offered thee my service, O Caesar," said Taurus Antinor with a mighty effort at deference and calm. "An thou wilt follow mine advice I can shield thee from the wrath of the people until such time as that which has occurred to-day, lies buried in the bosom of the past."
"What must I do?... What must I do?" muttered Caligula between his chattering teeth. He was clinging to the praefect with both hands, for his knees were shaking under him and he would have fallen had he attempted to stand up alone. "Save me, praefect.... Save me.... Do not let them kill me.... I cannot die.... I will not ... and those cowards would murder me...."
"Wilt trust thyself to me, O Caesar?"
"Yes, yes, what must I do?"
"Come forth with me into the streets. Wrapped in dark cloaks the people will not recognise us. They would never expect the Caesar to leave his palace while his life is in danger, and well disguised thou couldst come with me through devious ways to a house I know of on the Aventine where thou wouldst be safe."
But at this suggestion that he should leave the security of this lonely palace for the open dangers of the streets, Caligula"s terrors increased tenfold. His teeth chattered more loudly in his head, and his hands on the praefect"s arm became convulsive in their grasp.
"I dare not go, praefect," he stammered, and it had been pitiable were it not abject to see the look of insane terror which he cast around him.
"I dare not go.... They would kill me if they saw me ... and I don"t want to die...."
"No one would recognise thee," said Taurus Antinor with ill-restrained patience, "dressed as scribes we can mingle with the fringe of the crowd. The shades of evening will be on us in an hour and our dark mantles will excite no attention. Have no fear, Caesar! no one would suspect thee of running in the teeth of danger."
The tone of bitter irony was lost on the dulled perceptions of this miserable coward.
"I would not dare," he murmured intermittently, "I would not dare."
"Then do I take my leave of thee, O Caesar," retorted Taurus Antinor coldly. "For here alone, with but twenty men to guard thee, I can do naught to save thy person from outrage."
"If I were quite sure that I could trust thee...."
"That is for thee to decide. I have offered thee my services ... an thou"lt not accept them I crave thy leave to go."
"No, no, do not leave me, praefect," cried Caligula with despair, clinging now with all his might to this arm, which every instinct in him told him was staunch in his defence. "Do not leave me ... I"ll do as thou dost advise.... I"ll don a slave"s garb ... and slip out into the street in thy wake ... and ... after that...?"
"Thou"lt find temporary shelter in an humble house on the Aventine.
There thou canst rest for a few days even while thy legions, distant from here but three days" march, I believe, do approach the city."
"Yes, yes! my legions," cried the Caesar in a hoa.r.s.e whisper. "I had nigh forgotten them. They are not far ... if I could but reach them...."
A sudden fire of malicious hatred once more lit up the dull misery of his face.
"At the head of my legions I can soon show this miserable rabble who is the master of Rome."
"At the head of thy legions, O Caesar," retorted Taurus Antinor firmly, "and preceded by a proclamation of universal pardon for all the events of the past few days, thou wilt make thine entry into Rome amidst the rejoicings of thy people."
"Pardon!" hissed Caligula through set teeth. "Never!"
"Yet is a proclamation of universal pardon necessary for thy safety,"
said Taurus Antinor with solemn earnestness. "As soon as I have placed thee under the protection of that sheltering roof on the Aventine, I would return to Rome with thy proclamation, and with the news that in three days" time thou wouldst enter the city at the head of thy people.
The people, frightened at first, would imagine that divine interference had led thee triumphantly out of danger, thy clemency would allay their fears and fire their enthusiasm; they would soon make ready to welcome thee with rejoicings. But without thy promise of pardon fear would gain the mastery over those who led this rebellion, and fear quickly would beget despair. In their terror of thy coming vengeance they might oppose thy coming, and such is the temper of the people just now that all the strength of thy legions--half-spent in this last expedition--might be powerless against it; thy chosen soldiers even might turn against thee."
The Caesar was silent, and even in this dim light it was easy to read on his ghastly face the inner workings of his tortuous mind--rage, malice, a raging thirst for revenge fought against his own cowardice and the steady influence which the praefect"s calm and firm att.i.tude was exercising over him, much against his will.
"Time is precious, O Caesar," continued Taurus Antinor earnestly; "the people will not wait. The shadows of evening will soon be drawing in and the storm has not yet wholly pa.s.sed away. The hour is propitious now, an thou wilt accept my service, we can slip away and mingle with the few straggling groups of malcontents before the crowd has again rushed the hill. An thou wilt not tarry and canst brace thyself up to indifferent demeanour in the streets, I swear to thee that thou wilt be under safe shelter in an hour."
"If I but dared to trust myself so entirely in thy keeping...."
Taurus Antinor shrugged his broad shoulders with marked contempt for his forbearance was threatening to give way.
"Is there anyone else," he asked, "whom thou wouldst rather trust? Name him then, O Caesar, and, alive or dead, I"ll bring him to thy presence within the hour."
But to this the Caesar made no reply. He knew better than anyone could tell him that the man whom he had called a traitor, whom he had twice tried basely to kill, was the one man in the entire patriciate of Rome who would be true to him. Even madmen have such instincts at times.
Caligula knew that he was doomed, the cries from below could leave no doubt in his mind that, isolated as he was, cut off not only from his legions but even from his guard, nothing could save him from the fury of vengeance which threatened him from his entire people.
A wave of fatality swept over his maniacal sense of terror. He knew and felt that if this man was a traitor then indeed could nothing save him; and he knew and felt at the same time that while he was under this man"s protection no great harm could come to him.
Gradually this sense of fatality got the mastery over his cowardice, and as Taurus Antinor watched the twitchings of that distorted face, he could note that insensibly a resolution to follow his advice had found its way in this madman"s brain.
"I"ll come with thee," said Caligula at last, and now his voice sounded more firm, even whilst his hands released their grip on the praefect"s arm and his short body straightened itself out upon his trembling limbs.
"I"ll come with thee, but may thy flesh wither on thy bones, thy hands be palsied and thine eyes become sightless if thou hast a thought of betraying thy Caesar."
To this senseless speech Taurus Antinor vouchsafed no reply.
"Then I pray thee," he said quietly, "wait here a while till I find the necessary garments for thy disguise and mine, and also pen, ink and parchment."