"A gladiator's life is not so bad if he behaves himself, and while it
lasts," Narcissus said.
He was sitting beside Sextus, son of Maximus, in the ergastulum beneath
the training school of Bruttius Marius, which was well known to be the
emperor's establishment, although maintained in the name of a citizen.
There was a stone seat at the end where sunlight poured through a barred
window high up in the wall. To right and left facing a central corridor
were cells with doors of latticed iron. Each cell had its own barred
window, hardly a foot square, set high out of reach and the light,
piercing the latticed doors, made criss-cross patterns on the white wall
of the corridor. Narcissus got up, glanced into each cell and sat down
again beside Sextus.
"The trouble is, they don't," he went on. "If you let them out, they
drink and get into poor condition; and if you keep them in, they kill
themselves unless they're watched. These men are reserved for Paulus,
and they know they haven't a chance against him."
"Paulus' luck won't last forever," Sextus remarked grimly.
"No, nor his skill, I suppose. But he doesn't debauch himself, so he's
always in perfect condition."
"Haven't you a man in here who might be made nervy enough to kill him?"
Sextus asked. "They would kill the man himself, of course, directly
afterward, but we might undertake to enrich his relatives."
Narcissus shook his head.
"One might have a chance with the sword or with the net and trident,
though I doubt it. But Paulus uses a javelin and his aim is like
lightning. Only yesterday at practise they loosed eleven lions at him
from eleven directions at the same moment. He slew them with eleven
javelins, and each one stone dead. Some of these men saw him do it,
which hasn't encouraged them, I can tell you. In the second place, they
know Paulus is Commodus. He might just as well go into the arena
frankly as the emperor, for all the secret it is. That substitute who
occupies the royal pavilion when Commodus himself is in the arena no
longer looks very much like him; he is getting too loose under the
chin, although a year ago you could hardly tell the two apart. Even the
mob knows Paulus is Commodus, although nobody dares to acclaim him
openly. Send a gladiator in against another gladiator and even though
he may know that the other man can split a stick at twenty yards, he
will do his best. But let him know he goes against the emperor and he
has no nerve to start with; he can't aim straight; he suspects his own
three javelins and his shield and helmet have been tampered with. I
myself would be afraid to face Paulus, being not much good with the
javelin in any case, besides being superstitious about killing emperors,
who are gods, not men, or the senate and priests wouldn't say so. It is
the same in the races: setting aside Caesar's skill, which is simply
phenomenal, the other charioteers are all afraid of him."
"If he isn't killed soon, Severus or one of the others will forestall us
all," said Sextus. "Pertinax has only one chance: to be on the throne
before the other candidates know what is happening."
Narcissus' bronze face lighted with a sudden smile that rippled all
around the corners of his mouth, so that he looked like a genial satyr.
"Speaking of killing," he said, "Marcia has ordered me to kill you the
moment you make up your mind the time has come to strike!"
"You promised her, of course?"
"No, as it happens we were interrupted. But she relies on me and if she
ever begins to suspect me I would rather die in the arena than be racked
and burned!"
"Why not then? How is this for a proposal?" Sextus touched him on the
shoulder. "Substitute yourself and me for two of these men! Send me in
against him first. If he kills me, you next. One of us might get him.
I am lucky. I believe the gods are interested in me, I have had so many
escapes from death."
"I haven't much faith in the gods," said Narcissus. "They may be all
like Commodus. I heard Galen say that men created gods in their own
image."
Sextus smiled at him.
"You have been listening, I suppose, to Marcia and her Christians."
"Listening, yes, but I don't lean either way. It doesn't seem to me
that Christianity can do much for a man when javelins are in the air.
And besides, to be frank with you, Sextus, I rather hope to make a
little something for myself. God though he is said to be, I would like
to see Commodus killed for I loathe him. But I hope to survive him and
obtain my freedom. Pertinax would manumit me. That is why I applied
for the post of trainer in this beastly ergastulum. It is bad enough to
have to endure the gloom of men virtually condemned to death and looking
for a chance to kill themselves, but it is better than treading the sand
to have one's liver split, one's throat cut, and be dragged out with the
hooks. I have fought many a fight, but I liked each one less than the
last."
He got up and strode again along the corridor, glancing into the cells,
where gladiators sat fettered to the wall.
"This whole business is getting too confused for me," he grumbled,
sitting down again. "You want to kill Commodus, as is reasonable.
Marcia has ordered me to kill you, which is unreasonable! Yet for the
present she protects you. Why? She knows you are Commodus' enemy. She
seems anxious to save Commodus. Yet she encourages Pertinax, who
doesn't want to be emperor; he only dallies with the thought because
Marcia helps Cornificia to persuade him! Isn't that a confusion for
you? And now there's Bultius Livius. As I understand it, Marcia caught
him spying on her. No woman in her senses would trust Livius; the man
has snowbroth in his veins and slow fire in his head. Yet Marcia now
heaps favors on him!"
"That is my doing," said Sextus.
"Are you mad then, too?"
"Maybe! I have persuaded Marcia that, now she has possession of the
journal Livius was keeping, she can henceforth hold that over him and
use him to advantage. She can win his gratitude--"
"He has none!"
"--and at the same time hold over him the threat of exposure for
connection with the Severus faction, and the Pescennius faction, and the
Clodius Albinus faction. He had it all down in his journal. He can
easily be involved in those conspiracies if Marcia isn't satisfied with
his spying in her behalf."
"Gemini! The man will break down under the strain. He has no stamina.
He will denounce us all."
"Let us hope so," Sextus answered. "I am counting on it. Nothing but
sudden danger will ever bring Pertinax up to the mark! I gave a bond to
Marcia for Livius' life."
"Jupiter! What kind of bond? And what has come over Marcia that she
accepted it?"
"I guaranteed to her that I will not denounce herself to Commodus! She
saw the point. She could never clear herself."
"But how could you denounce her? She can have you seized and silenced
any time! Weren't you in Cornificia's house, with the guard at the
gate? Why didn't she summon the praetorians and hand you over to them?"
"Because Galen was there, too. She loves him, trusts him, and Galen is
my friend. Besides, Pertinax would turn on her if she should have me
killed. Pertinax was my father's friend, and is mine. Marcia's only
chance, if Commodus should lose his life, is for Pertinax to seize the
throne and continue to be her friend and protect her. Any other
possible successor to Commodus would have her head off in the same
hour."
"Well, Sextus, that argument won't keep her from having you murdered. I
am only hoping she won't order me to do it, because the cat will be out
of the bag then. I will not refuse, but I will certainly not kill you,
and that will mean--"
"You forget Norbanus and my freedmen," Sextus interrupted. "She knows
very well that they know all my secrets. They would avenge me instantly
by sending Commodus full information of the plot, involving Marcia head
over heels. She is ready to betray Commodus if that should seem the
safest course. If she is capable of treachery to him, she is equally
sure to betray all her friends if she thought her own life were in
danger!"
"Now listen, Sextus, and don't speak too loud or they'll hear you in the
cells; any of these poor devils would jump at a chance to save his own
skin by betraying you and me. Talk softly. I say, listen! There isn't
any safety anywhere with all these factions plotting each against the
other, none knowing which will strike first and Commodus likely to
pounce on all of them at any minute. I don't know why he hasn't heard of
it already."
"He is too busy training his body to have time to use his brain," said
Sextus. "However, go on."
"I think Commodus is quite likely to have the best of it!" Narcissus
said, screwing up his eyes as if he gazed at an antagonist across the
dazzling sand of the arena. "Somebody--some spy--is sure to inform him.
There will be wholesale proscriptions. Commodus will try to scare
Severus, Niger and Albinus by slaughtering their supporters here in
Rome. I can see what is coming."
"Are you, too, a god--like Commodus--that you can see so shrewdly?"
"Never mind. I can see. And I can see a better way for you, and for me
also. You have made yourself a great name as Maternus, less, possibly,
in Rome than on the countryside. You have more to begin with than ever
Spartacus had--"
"Aye, and less, too," Sextus interrupted. "For I lack his confidence
that Rome can be brought to her knees by an army of slaves. I lack his
willingness to try to do it. Rome must be saved by honorable Romans,
who have Rome at heart and not their own personal ambition. No army of
runaway slaves can ever do it. Nothing offends me more than that
Commodus makes slaves his ministers, and I mean by that no offense to
you, Narcissus, who are fit to rank with Spartacus himself. But I am a
republican. It is not vengeance that I seek. I will reckon I have lived
if I have ridded Rome of Commodus and helped to replace him with a man
who will restore our ancient liberties."
"Liberties?" Narcissus wore his satyr-smile again. "It makes small
difference to slaves and gladiators how much liberty the free men have!
The more for them, the less for us! Let us live while the living is
good, Sextus! Let us take to the mountains and help ourselves to what
we need while Pertinax and all these others fight for too much! Let
them have their too much and grow sick of it! What do you and I need
beyond clothing, a weapon, armor, a girl or two and a safe place for
retreat? I have heard Sardinia is wonderful. But if you still think
you would rather haunt your old estates, where you know the people and
they know you, so that you will be warned of any attempt to catch you,
that will be all right with me. We can swoop down on the inns along the
main roads now and then, rob whom it is convenient to rob, and live like
noblemen!"
"Three years I have lived an outlaw's life," Sextus answered, "sneaking
into Rome to borrow money from my father's friends to save me the
necessity of stealing. It is one thing to pretend to be a robber, and
another thing to rob. The robber's name makes nine men out of ten your
secret well-wishers; the deed makes you all men's enemy. How do you
suppose I have escaped capture? It was simple enough. Every robber in
Italy has called himself Maternus, so that I have seemed to be here,
there, everywhere, aye, and often in three or four places at once! I
have been caught and killed at least a dozen times! But all the while
my men and I were safe because we took care to harm nobody. We let
others do the murdering and robbing. We have lived like hermits,
showing ourselves only often enough to keep alive the Maternus legend."
"Well, isn't that better than risking your neck trying to make and
unmake emperors?" Narcissus asked.
"I risk my neck each hour I linger in Rome!"
"Well then, by Hercules, take payment for the risk, and cut the risk and
vanish!" exclaimed Narcissus. "Help yourself once and for all to a bag
full of gold in exchange for your father's estates that were confiscated
when they cut his head off. Then leave Italy, and let us be outlaws in
Sardinia."
Sextus laughed.
"That probably sounds glorious to one in your position. I, too, rather
enjoyed the prospect when I first made my escape from Antioch and
discovered how easy the life was. But though I owe it to my father's
memory to win back his estates, even that, and present outlawry is small
compared to the zeal I have for restoring Rome's ancient liberties. But
I don't deceive myself; I am not the man who can accomplish that; I can
only help the one who can, and will. That one is Pertinax. He will
reverse the process that has been going on since Julius Caesar overthrew
the old republic. He will use a Caesar's power to destroy the edifice
of Caesar and rebuild what Caesar wrecked!"
Narcissus pondered that, his head between his hands.
"I haven't Rome at heart," he said at last. "Why should I have? There
are girls, whom I have forgotten, whom I loved more than I love Rome. I
am a slave gladiator. I have been applauded by the crowds, but know
what that means, having seen other men go the same route. I am an
emperor's favorite, and I know what that means too; I saw Cleander die;
I have seen man after man, and woman after woman lose his favor
suddenly. Banishment, death, the ergastulum, torture--and, what is much
worse, the insults the brute heaps on any one he turns against--I am too
wise to give that--" he spat on the flag-stones--"for the friendship of
Commodus. And Commodus is Rome; you can't persuade me he isn't. Rome
turns on its favorites as he does--scorns them, insults them, throws
them on dung-heaps. That for Rome!" He spat again. "They even break
the noses off the statues of the men they used to idolize! They even
throw the statues on a dung-heap to insult the dead! Why should I set
Rome above my own convenience?"
"Well, for instance, you could almost certainly buy your freedom by
betraying me," said Sextus. "Why don't you?"
"Jupiter! How shall a man answer that? I suppose I don't betray you
because if I did I should loathe myself. And I prefer to like myself,
which I contrive to do at intervals. Also, I enjoy the company of
honest men, and I think you are honest, although I think you are also an
idealist--which, I take it, is the same thing as a born fool, or so I
have begun to think, since I attend on the emperor and have to hear so
much talk of philosophy. Look you what philosophy has made of Commodus!
Didn't Marcus Aurelius beget him from his own loins, and wasn't Marcus
Aurelius the greatest of all philosophers? Didn't he surround young
Commodus with all the learned idealists he could find? That is what I
am told he did. And look at Commodus! Our Roman Commodus! God
Commodus! I haven't murdered him because I am afraid, and because I
don't see how I could gain by it. I don't betray you because I would
despise myself if I did."
"I would despise myself if I should be untrue to Rome," Sextus answered
after a moment. "Commodus is not Rome. Neither is the mob Rome."
"What is then?" Narcissus asked. "The bricks and mortar? The marble
that the slaves must haul under the lash? The ponds where they feed
their lampreys on dead gladiators? The arena where a man salutes a
dummy emperor before a disguised one kills him? The senate, where they
buy and sell the consulates and praetorships and guaestorships? The
tribunals where justice goes by privilege? The temples where as many
gods as there are, Romans yell for sacrifices to enrich the priests?
The farms where the slave-gangs labor like poor old Sysyphus and are
sold off in their old age to the contractors who clear the latrines, or
to the galleys, or, if they're lucky, to the lime-kilns where they dry
up like sticks and die soon? There is a woman in a side-street near the
fish-market, who is very rich and looks like Rome to me. She has so
many gold rings on her fingers that you can't see the dirt underneath;
and she owns so many brothels and wine-shops that she can even buy off
the tax-collectors. Do I love her? Do I love Rome? No! I love you,
Sextus, son of Maximus, and I will go with you to the world's end if you
will lead the way."
"I love Rome," Sextus answered. "Possibly I want to see her liberties
restored because I love my own liberty and can't imagine myself
honorable unless Rome herself is honored first. When you and I are sick
we need a Galen. Rome needs Pertinax. You ask me what is Rome? She is
the cradle of my manhood."
"A befouled nest!" said Narcissus.
"An Augean stable with a Hercules who doesn't do his work, I grant you!
But we can substitute another Hercules."
"Pertinax is too old," Narcissus objected, weakening, a trifle sulkily.
"He is old enough to wish to die in honor rather than dishonor. You and
I, Narcissus, have no honor--you a slave and I an outlaw. Let us win,
then, honor for ourselves by helping to heal Rome of her dishonor!"
"Oh well, have it your own way," said Narcissus, unconvinced. "A brass
as for your honor! The alternative is death or liberty in either case,
and as for me, I prefer friendship to religion, so I will follow you,
whichever road you take. Now go. These fellows mustn't recognize you.
It is time to take them one by one into the exercising yard. I daren't
take more than one at a time or they'd kill me even with the blunted
practise-weapons. I wish they might face Commodus as boldly as they
tackle me! I am a weary man, and many times a bruised one, I can tell
you, when the night comes, after putting twenty of them through their
paces."