Domitia, Page 3

  CHAPTER III.

  CORBULO.

  Cnaeus Domitius Corbulo was the greatest general of his time, and he hadsplendidly served the State.

  His sister Caesonia had been the wife of the mad prince Caligula. She wasnot beautiful, but her flexible mouth, her tender eyes, the dimples in hercheeks, her exquisite grace of manner and sweetness of expression had notonly won the heart of the tyrant, but had enabled her to maintain it.

  Once, in an outburst of surprise at himself for loving her, he threatenedto put her to the torture to wring from Caesonia the secret of her hold onhis affections. Once, as he caressed her, he broke into hideous laughter,and when asked the reason, said, "I have but to speak the word, and thislovely throat would be cut."

  Yet this woman loved the maniac, and when he had been murdered in thesubterranean gallery leading from the palace to the theatre, she crept tothe spot, and was found kneeling by her dead husband with their babe inher arms, sobbing and wiping the blood from his face. The assassins didnot spare her. They cut her down and dashed out the brains of the infantagainst the marble walls.

  Corbulo was not only able, he was successful. Under Nero he was engaged inthe East against the Parthians, the most redoubted enemies of the empire.He broke their power and sent their king, Tiridates, a suppliant to Rome.

  His headquarters had been at Antioch, and there for a while his wife anddaughter had resided with him. But after a while, they were sent part wayhomewards, as Corbulo himself expected his recall.

  They had been separated from him for over six months, and had beenawaiting his arrival in a villa at Cenchraea, that had been placed at theirdisposal by a Greek client.

  It was customary for those who did not live in Rome but belonged to aprovince, to place themselves under the patronage of a Roman noble;whereupon ensued an exchange of "cards" as we should say, but actually ofengraved plates or metal fishes on which the date of the agreement wasentered as well as the names of the contracting parties. Then, when aprovincial desired assistance at the capital, in obtaining redress for agrievance in a lawsuit, or in recovering a debt, his patron attended tohis client's interests, and should he visit Rome received him into hishouse as an honored guest.

  On the other hand, if the patron were on a journey and came to the placewhere his client could serve him, the latter threw his house open to him,treated him with the most profound respect and accorded to him the largesthospitality. So now the villa of a client had been placed at the disposalof Corbulo and his family, and he occupied it with as little hesitation asthough it were his own.

  It was a matter of pride to a Roman noble to have a large number of silverengraved plates and fishes suspended in his atrium, announcing to allvisitors what an extensive _clientele_ he had, and the provincial was notless proud to be able to flourish the name of his distinguished patron atthe capital.

  On the evening following the disembarkation, Corbulo and his wife wereseated on a bench enjoying the pleasant air that fanned from the sea; andlooking over the terraced garden at their daughter, who was gambollingwith a long silky-haired kid from Cilicia, that her father had brought asa present to his child.

  She was a lovely girl, aged sixteen, with a remarkably intelligent face,and large, clear, shrewd eyes.

  Yet, though lovely, none could say that she was beautiful. Her charm waslike that of her aunt, Caesonia, in grace of form, in changefulness andsweetness of expression, and in the brimming intellect that flashed out ofher violet eyes. And now as she played with the kid, her every movementformed an artist's study, and the simple joy that shone out of her face,and the affection wherewith she glanced at intervals at her father,invested her with a spiritual charm, impossible to be achieved by sculptorwith his chisel or by painter with his brush.

  The eyes of Domitius Corbulo followed his child, wherever she went,whatever she did. He was a man of somewhat advanced age, shaven, withshort shorn hair, marked features, the brow somewhat retreating, but witha firm mouth and strong jaw. Though not handsome, there was refinement inhis countenance which gave it a character of nobleness, and the brillianteye and decision in the countenance inspired universal respect. Every onecould see that he was not merely a commander of men in war, but a man ofculture in the forum and the academy.

  "Wife," said he, "I pray you desist. It was for this that I sent you backfrom Antioch. You ever twanged one string, and I felt that your words, ifoverheard, might endanger us all."

  "I speak but into thine ear."

  "A brimming vessel overflows on all sides," said Corbulo.

  "Ah well! some men make themselves by grasping at what the Gods offerthem. Others lose themselves by disregarding the favors extended by theImmortals."

  "I deny that any such offer was made me," said the general in a tone ofannoyance.

  "What!" exclaimed Longa Duilia, "art thou so blind as not to see what isobvious to every other eye, that the Roman people are impatient at havinga buffoon, a mimic, a fiddler wearing the purple?"

  "Nevertheless, he wears it, by favor of the gods."

  "For how long? Domitius, believe me. In the heart of every Roman citizenrage is simmering, and the wound of injured pride rankles. He has insultedthe majesty of eternal Rome. After having acted the buffoon in Italy,running up and down it like a jester on a tight-rope mouthing at thepeople, and with his assassins scattered about below to cut them down ifthey do not applaud--then he comes here also into Greece, to act on stages,race chariots, before Greeks--Greeks of all people! To me this is nothing,for all princes are tyrants more or less, and so long as they do not prickme, I care not. But here it does come close. In every army, in the breastof every soldier, rebellion springs up. Every general is uneasy and looksat the face of every other and asks, Who will draw the sword and make anend of this? O Morals! it makes me mad to see you alone quiescent."

  "When the Gods will a change, then the change will be granted."

  "You speak like a philosopher and not a man of action. If you do not draw,others will forestall you, and then--instead of my being up at the top--Ishall be down in Nowhere."

  "Never will I be a traitor to Rome, and go against my oath."

  "Pshaw! They all do it, so why not you?"

  "Because my conscience will not suffer me."

  "Conscience! The haruspices have never found it yet. They can discover andread the liver and the kidneys, but no knife has yet laid bare aconscience as big as a bean. You were the darling of the soldiery inGermany. You are still the idol of those who have fought under you inParthia and Armenia. I am sure I did my best to push your cause. I wasgracious to the soldiery--sent tit-bits from the table to the guard. Itipped right and left, till I spent all my pocket-money, and smiledbenignantly on all military men till I got a horrible crumple here in mycheek, do you see?"

  "Yes, shocking," said Corbulo, indifferently.

  "How can you be so provoking!" exclaimed Duilia pettishly. "Of coursethere is no wrinkle, there might have been, I did so much smiling. Really,Corbulo, one has to do all the picking--as boys get winkles out of theirshells with a pin--to extract a compliment from you. And out comes the pinwith nothing at the end. Plancus would not have let that pass."

  "Do you say that Nero is here?"

  "Yes, here, in Greece; here at our elbow, at Corinth. He has for once gota clever idea into his head and has begun to cut a canal through theisthmus. It has begun with a flourish of trumpets and a dinner and adramatic exhibition--and then I warrant you it will end."

  "The Prince at Corinth!"

  "Yes, at Corinth; and you are here with all the wide sea between you andyour troops. And docile as a lamb you have come here, and left yourvantage ground. What it all means, the Gods know. It is no doing of mine.I warned and exhorted at Antioch, but you might have been born deaf forall the attention you paid to my words."

  "Never would I raise my sacrilegious hand against Rome--my mother."

  "NEVER WOULD I RAISE MY SACRILEGIOUS HAND AG
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  "Nay--it is Rome that cries out to be rid of a man that makes her the scornof the world."

  "She has not spoken. She has not released me of my oath."

  "Because her mouth is gagged. As the Gods love me, they say that the godCaius (Caligula) named his horse Consul. Rome may have a monkey as herprince and Augustus for aught I care, were it not that by such a chancethe handle is offered for you to upset him and seat yourself and me at thehead of the universe."

  "No more of this," said the general. "A good soldier obeys his commander.And I have an _imperator_," he touched his breast; "a good conscience, andI go nowhere, undertake nothing which is not ordered by my master there."

  "Then I wash my hands of the result."

  "Come hither!" Corbulo called, and signed to his daughter who, with aflush of pleasure, left her kid and ran to him.

  He took both her hands by the wrists, and holding her before him, pantingfrom play, and with light dancing in her blue eyes, he said, "Domitia, Ihave not said one grave word to thee since we have been together. Yet nowwill I do this. None can tell what may be the next turn up of the die. Andthis that I am about to say comes warm and salt from my heart, like thespring hard by, at the Bath of Helene."

  "And strong, father," said the girl, with flashes in her speaking eyes."So strong is the spring that at once it turns a mill, ere rushing down tofind its rest in the sea."

  "Well, and so may what I say so turn and make thee active, dearchild,--active for good, though homely the work may be as that of grindingflour. When you have done a good work, and not wasted the volume of lifein froth and cascade, then find rest in the wide sea of----"

  "Of what?" sneered Duilia, "say it out--of nobody knows what."

  "That which thou sayest, dearest father, will not sleep in my heart."

  "Domitia, when we sail at sea, we direct our course by the stars. Withoutthe stars we should not know whither to steer. And the steering of thevessel by the stars, that is seamanship. So in life. There are principlesof right and wrong set in the firmament----"

  "Where?" asked Duilia. "As the Gods love me, I never saw them."

  "By them," continued Corbulo, disregarding the interruption, "we mustshape our course, and this true shaping of our course, and not driftingwith tides, or blown hither and thither by winds--this is the seamanship oflife."

  "By the Gods!" said Duilia. "You must first find your stars. I hold whatyou say to be rank nonsense. Where are your stars? Principles! You keepyour constellations in the hold of your vessel. My good Corbulo, our owninterest, that we can always see, and by that we ought ever to steer."

  "Father," said the girl, "I see a centurion and a handful of soldierscoming this way--and, if I mistake not, Lamia is speeding ahead of them."

  "Well, go then, and play with the kid. Hear how the little creature bleatsafter thee."

  She obeyed, and the old soldier watched his darling, with his heart in hiseyes.

  Presently, when she was beyond hearing, he said:--

  "Now about the future of Domitia. I wish her no better fortune than tobecome the wife of Lucius AElius Lamia, whom I love as my son. He has beenin and out among us at Antioch. He returns with me to Rome. In these eviltimes, for a girl there is one only chance--to be given a good husband.This I hold, that a woman is never bad unless man shows her the way. If,as you say, there be no stars in the sky--there is love in the heart. ByHercules! here comes Lamia, and something ails him."

  Lucius was seen approaching through the garden. His face was ashen-gray,and he was evidently a prey to the liveliest distress.

  He hastened to Corbulo, but although his lips moved, he could not utter aword.

  "You would speak with me," said the old general rising, and lookingsteadily in the young man's face.

  Something he saw there made him divine his errand.

  Then Corbulo turned, kissed his wife, and said--

  "Farewell. I am rightly served."

  He took a step from her, looked towards Domitia, who was dancing to herkid, above whose reach she held a bunch of parsley.

  He hesitated for a moment. His inclination drew him towards her; but asecond thought served to make him abandon so doing, and instead, he bentback to his wife, and said to her, with suppressed emotion--

  "Bid her from me--as my last command--Follow the Light where and when shesees it."