Part 17 (1/2)
When the basin had been brought, and the lamps positioned so that their light swirled in a liquid glitter on the surface of the water, I instructed Philip to make sure we would not be disturbed. He looked disapproving, and I remembered that the Christians were forbidden to seek pagan oracles, though in their own meetings it was said that sometimes young men and women would see visions and utter forth prophecies.
When he had gone, I unbound the fillet that hid the crescent upon my brow, and loosened my hair from its knot so that it tumbled down about my shoulders. Maximian swallowed, his eyes widening.This one is still close to the earth , I thought, lowering my gaze.His soul remembers the old ways .
Docles's eyes were hooded, his features unreadable. I admired his control. But Constantius was gazing at me as he had when first I came to him by the Beltane fire.Look well , I said silently.For nigh on fifteen years I have ruled your household and shared your bed. Have you forgotten who and what I am ? Abashed, he looked away, and I smiled.
”Very well, gentlemen, I am ready. When I have blessed the water, I will gaze into its depths, and when I begin to sway, you may ask your questions.”
I cast a little salt into the water, consecrating it in the old tongue of the wizards who had come to Avalon from the drowned land across the sea. Then I leaned forwards so that my hair hung down about the bowl like a dusky curtain, and let my eyes unfocus, gazing within.
Light rippled across the dark surface as my breath stirred it. With an effort of will I controlled my breathing, in and out, ever more slowly, sinking into the rhythm of trance. Now the light on the water flickered in time to my breathing. Awareness narrowed to this circle of light in darkness, water and fire. I suppose that by that time my body had begun to move as well, for from what seemed an immense distance away I heard someone calling me.
”Say then, seeress, what shall come to the Empire in times to come. Will Numerian and Carinus rule well?”
The light on the water flared. ”I see flames...” I said slowly. ”I see armies that harry the land. Brother against brother, an emperor's funeral pyre... Death and destruction will come of their reign.”
”And what comes after?” came a new voice that some part of my mind recognized as that of Docles.
But already the scene before me was changing. Where I had seen bloodshed now lay peaceful fields.
Words came to me.
”All hail to the Emperor who is blessed by Fortune. One becomes four, and yet the first is the greatest still. For twenty years he will reign in glory, Jupiter with Hercules at his side, and Mars and Apollo serving him.
”The son of Jupiter is here, but you will bear another name. Your strong right arm bears witness, and another, who blazes like the sun. Only Mars is missing, but when you have need of him he will appear.
Fear not to seize the moment when it comes. You will rule in splendour, Augustus, and die full of years, having at length released the sceptre to younger hands...'
”And what comes after?” This voice was golden, blazing in my mind with its own light.
”The son of the sun rules in splendour, but sets too soon. And yet a brighter dawn shall follow, and a new sun shall rise whose light will blaze across the world.”
Light blossomed within my vision, shaping itself to a face I knew. Constantius, I thought, for a fair beard fringed the strong line of the jaw. But the face was altogether more ma.s.sive in structure, with a long nose and eyes deeply set under the curve of the brow, a face of such stubborn strength it made me a little afraid.
Then this vision also, faded. I sagged forwards and my hair touched the water. Then Constantius had his arms around me, holding me as I shuddered with reaction. I opened my eyes, and as I tried to focus, the after-image of my vision superimposed itself upon a shape that was emerging from the darkness of the doorway.
I blinked, and realized it was Constantine. How long had he been standing there? And how much had he heard? I sat up, suddenly aware of how I must look to him, with my hair unbound, my eyes dazed with trance. I stretched out one hand towards him in an unvoiced plea. For a moment longer he stood there, on his face an expression half-avid and half-appalled. Did he think I was like Alexander the Prophet? My eyes filled with tears as he turned and disappeared.
”Lady,” said Docles in his deep voice, ”is it well with you? You have given us a great blessing.” His face had its usual calm, but his eyes shone. In Maximian's face I saw something almost like fear. I looked from one to the other, knowing that all three would wear the purple one day.
”Only if you make it so,” I whispered, remembering how the last two emperors had died.
”You have told me what I needed to know,” answered Docles. ”Constantius, take your lady to her chamber. She has done us good service this night and should rest.”
”And what will you do?” asked Maximian.
”I shall return to Numerian and wait. Jupiter smiles upon me, and will make my way clear.”
In the months that followed, all seemed confusion. In November of that year, Numerian died. Docles seized the opportunity, accusing the Praetorian Prefect, a man called Arrius Aper, of having poisoned him, and executing him on the spot. The next thing we heard was that the army had acclaimed him Emperor. But he had changed his name, and now he was calling himself Diocletian.
Carinus, who was a good commander when he put his mind to it, roused himself from his debaucheries to defend his throne, and Roman warred against Roman once more. Maximian and Constantius declared for Diocletian and prepared to hold the West against Carinus. But when the compaigning season opened the following spring, the G.o.ds, or perhaps it was Nemesis, decreed against another lengthy civil war. In the confusion of a battle a tribune whose wife Carinus had seduced seized the opportunity to slay his commander and take his own revenge.
Diocletian was now supreme. His first act was to name Maximian as his junior colleague. And that summer, when the new Caesar, who had appointed Constantius to be his praetorian prefect, was busy dealing with the latest incursion of Germans, Diocletian sent a letter requesting that my son Constantine join his household in Nicomedia.
Constantine's bedchamber was strewn with gear and clothing. I paused in the doorway, arms full of linen undertunics fresh from the clothesline. In such confusion, it seemed impossible that all this gear would be packed and ready by tomorrow's dawn. A brief fantasy of a midnight raid to steal the baggage played through my imagination. But no attempt to delay my son's departure could achieve more than a momentary confusion, and Constantine was of an age to be embarra.s.sed by his parents even when they were acting sensibly. Even Constantius, had he been at home, could not have resisted an imperial command.
”Has your bodyservant packed your woollen leggings?” I asked, handing the tunics to the maidservant to add to the pile.
”Oh, Mother, I won't need those old things. Only peasants wear them: I'd look like a peasant parading through Diocletian's marble halls.”
”I remember very vividly just how cold it got in Bithynia, the year we lived in Drepanum, and imperial halls are likely to be draughty. If it is cold enough for you to wear the leggings, I a.s.sure you that you will also be wearing enough outer gear to hide them from view.”
The young Gaul we had bought to be Constantine's body-servant when he turned thirteen looked from one of us to the other, comparing frowns, then turned towards the chest that held the things his master had intended to leave behind.
”Come with me, Constantine, and let us leave the slaves to their work. Here, we will only get in the way.” In truth, I would have preferred to pack his gear myself, with a blessing on each garment as I put it in, but that was something that otherscould do. No one else could tell my son what was in my heart.
Gravel crunched softly beneath our feet as I led him to the garden and sat down on a bench carved from the local reddish stone. The summer had been a good one, as if the G.o.ds were blessing Diocletian's reign, and the garden was bright with flowers.
But soon enough, they would fade. And in the morning my son would be gone. I had thought to have five years more before I lost Constantine to the army, time enough for Atticus to train his mind, and for me to awaken his soul. Con was tall for his age, his muscles developed by exercise. He would be able to meet whatever physical demends might come.
But he still viewed the world with a child's rigid convictions regarding right and wrong. Diocletian might well be the most virtuous emperor since Marcus Aurelius, but his court would be a hotbed of intrigue.
How could I armour my son against it without myself compromising his innocence?
”Don't be sad, my mother-”
I had not realized how my face betrayed me. I managed a smile. ”How can I not be? You know how much I love you. You are a man, and I knew that you must leave me one day, but this seems very soon.”
I was choosing my words carefully, for it would not do to frighten the child, since this separation must be.
”When the letter first came, I was frightened too, but now I want to go,” said Constantine. ”But I will not forget you, Mother. I will write to you every week, as surely as the sun s.h.i.+nes above!” He lifted a hand as if calling on Apollo to bear witness.
I gazed at him in surprise, for that oath had been spoken with adult sincerity.
”It will not be easy,” I told him. ”There will be new things and new people, exciting things to do...”
”I know-” He paused, searching for words. ”But kindred are important, and since you have no other children, I must be your whole family.”
My eyes filled with tears. ”Would you have liked brothers and sisters?”
Constantine nodded. ”When I am a man I want a big family.”
”I am sorry I was not able to provide them,” I said with difficulty. ”But I always thought that the purpose for which the G.o.ds had put me in this world was to give birth to you.”
His eyes rounded, for I had never spoken of this so explicitly before. ”Do you believe that my stars have ordained some great destiny?”
I nodded. ”I do. That is why I have been so concerned about your education.”