Volume Iii Part 49 (1/2)

After discovering that King Teja had evaded all pursuit, Cethegus summoned his trusty tribunes, and told them that he was resolved--if necessary, by force--to rid himself of the constant supervision of Alboin and Johannes--who were at present weakened by the division of their troops at his advice--and to hasten with his Isaurians alone straight to Rome by the Flaminian Way, which was now no longer blocked by the Goths.

But even while he was speaking, he was interrupted by the entrance of Syphax, who led into the tent a Roman citizen, whom he had with difficulty rescued from the hands of the Longobardians. The man had asked for the Prefect, and the Longobardians had answered, laughing, that they would treat him (the messenger) ”as usual.”

”But,” added Syphax, ”a great crowd of people is approaching in the rear; I will see what it is and bring you word.”

”I know you, Tullus Faber,” said the Prefect, turning to the messenger, when Syphax had left him; ”you were ever faithful to Rome and to me.

What news do you bring?”

”O Prefect!” cried the man, ”we all thought you were dead, for you sent us no answer to eight several messages.”

”I have not received even one!”

”Then you do not know what has happened in Rome? Pope Silverius has died in exile in Sicily. His successor is Pelagius, your enemy!”

”I know nothing. Speak!”

”Alas, you will neither be able to advise nor to help. Rome has----”

Just then Syphax returned, but before he could speak, he was followed into the tent by Na.r.s.es, supported by Basiliskos.

”You have allowed yourself to be detained here so long by a thousand Gothic spears,” said the commander-in-chief angrily, ”that the healthy have escaped, and the sick have overtaken you. This King Teja can do more than break s.h.i.+elds; he can weave veils with which to blind the Prefect's sharp sight. But I see through many veils, and also through this. Johannes, call your people back. Teja cannot have gone south, he must have gone northwards, for he, no doubt, has known long since that which concerns the Prefect most: Rome is wrested from the Goths.”

Cethegus looked at him with sparkling eyes.

”I had smuggled a few clever men into the city. They excited the inhabitants to a midnight revolt. All the Goths in the city were slain; only five hundred men escaped into the Mausoleum of Hadrian, and continue to defend it.”

Faber took courage to put in a word.

”We sent eight messengers to you. Prefect, one after the other.”

”Away with this man!” cried Na.r.s.es, signing to his officers. ”Yes,” he continued quietly, ”the citizens of Rome think lovingly of the Prefect, to whom they owe so much: two sieges, hunger, pestilence, and the burning of the Capitol! But the messengers sent to you always lost their way, and fell into the hands of the Longobardians, who, no doubt, slew them. But the emba.s.sy sent to me by the Holy Father, Pelagius, reached me safely, and I have concluded an agreement, of which you, Prefect of Rome, will surely approve.”

”In any case, I shall not be able to annul it.”

”The good citizens of Rome fear nothing so much as a third siege. They have stipulated that we shall undertake nothing that can lead to another fight for their city. They write that the Goths in the Mausoleum will soon succ.u.mb to hunger; that they themselves can defend their walls; and they have sworn only to deliver up their city, after the destruction of those Goths, to their natural protector and chief, the Prefect of Rome. Are you content with that, Cethegus? Read the agreement. Give it to him, Basiliskos.”

Cethegus read the paper with deep and joyful emotion. So they had not forgotten him, his Romans! So now, when everything was coming to a crisis, they called, not the hated Byzantines, but himself, their patron, back to the Capitol! He again felt at the height of power.

”I am content,” he said, returning the roll.

”I have promised,” continued Na.r.s.es, ”to make no attempt to get the city into my power by force. First King Teja must follow King Totila.

Then Rome--and many other things. Accompany me, Prefect, to the council of war.”

When Cethegus left the council in the tent of Na.r.s.es, and asked after Tullus Faber, not a trace of the latter was to be found.

CHAPTER III.