Part 8 (1/2)
”Don't propose it,” he groaned. ”I don't dare to think of such a thing! What disgrace and trouble, if it should all come out!”
”Come, come, Ahen.o.barbus,” thrust in Marcus Laeca, who had been educated in Catilina's school for polite villains and cut-throats.
”Pratinas is only proposing what, if you were a man of spirit, would have been done long ago. You can't complain of Fortune, when she's put a handsome estate in your hands for the asking.”
”My admirable fellow,” said Pratinas, benevolently, ”I highly applaud your scruples. But, permit me to say it, I must ask you to defer to me as being a philosopher. Let us look at the matter in a rational way.
We have gotten over any bogies which our ancestors had about Hades, or the punishments of the wicked. In fact, what we know--as good Epicureans--is that, as Democritus of Abdera[59] early taught, this world of ours is composed of a vast number of infinitely small and indivisible atoms, which have by some strange hap come to take the forms we see in the world of life and matter. Now the soul of man is also of atoms, only they are finer and more subtile. At death these atoms are dissolved, and so far as that man is concerned, all is over with him. The atoms may recombine, or join with others, but never form anew that same man. Hence we may fairly conclude that this life is everything and death ends all. Do you follow, and see to what I am leading?”
[59] Born about 470 B.C.
”I think so,” said the wretched Lucius, feeling himself like a bird caught in a snare, yet not exactly grasping the direct bearing of all this learned exposition.
”My application is this,” went on Pratinas, glibly. ”Life is all--all either for pleasure or pain. Therefore every man has a right to extract all the sweetness he can out of it. But suppose a man deliberately makes himself gloomy, extracts no joy from life; lets himself be overborne by care and sorrow,--is not such a man better dead than living? Is not a dreamless sleep preferable to misery or even cold asceticism? And how much more does this all apply when we see a man who makes himself unhappy, preventing by his very act of existence the happiness of another more equably tempered mortal! Now I believe this is the present case. Drusus, I understand, is leading a spare, joyless, workaday sort of existence, which is, or by every human law should be, to him a burden. So long as he lives, he prevents you from enjoying the means of acquiring pleasure. Now I have Socrates of imperishable memory on my side, when I a.s.sert that death under any circ.u.mstances is either no loss or a very great gain. Considering then the facts of the case in its philosophic and rational bearings, I may say this: Not merely would it be no wrong to remove Drusus from a world in which he is evidently out of place, but I even conceive such an act to rise to the rank of a truly meritorious deed.”
Lucius Ahen.o.barbus was conquered. He could not resist the inexorable logic of this train of reasoning, all the premises of which he fully accepted. Perhaps, we should add, he was not very unwilling to have his wine-befuddled intellect satisfied, and his conscience stilled. He turned down a huge beaker of liquor, and coughed forth:--
”Right as usual, Pratinas! By all the G.o.ds, but I believe you can save me!”
”Yes; as soon as Drusus is dead,” insinuated the Greek who was already computing his bill for brokerage in this little affair, ”you can raise plenty of loans, on the strength of your coming marriage with Cornelia.”
”But how will you manage it?” put in the alert Gabinius. ”There mustn't be any clumsy bungling.”
”Rest a.s.sured,” said Pratinas, with a grave dignity, perhaps the result of his drinking, ”that in my affairs I leave no room for bungling.”
”And your plan is--” asked Lucius.
”Till to-morrow, friend,” said the Greek; ”meet me at the Temple of Saturn, just before dusk. Then I'll be ready.”
II
Lucius Ahen.o.barbus's servants escorted their tipsy master home to his lodgings in a fas.h.i.+onable apartment house on the Esquiline. When he awoke, it was late the next day, and head and wits were both sadly the worse for the recent entertainment. Finally a bath and a luncheon cleared his brain, and he realized his position. He was on the brink of concocting a deliberate murder. Drusus had never wronged him; the crime would be unprovoked; avarice would be its only justification.
Ahen.o.barbus had done many things which a far laxer code of ethics than that of to-day would frown upon; but, as said, he had never committed murder--at least had only had crucified those luckless slaves, who did not count. He roused with a start, as from a dream. What if Pratinas were wrong? What if there were really G.o.ds, and furies, and punishments for the wicked after death? And then came the other side of the s.h.i.+eld: a great fortune his; all his debts paid off; unlimited chances for self-enjoyment; last, but not least, Cornelia his. She had slighted him, and turned her back upon all his advances; and now what perfect revenge! Lucius was more in love with Cornelia than he admitted even to himself. He would even give up Clyte, if he could possess her. And so the mental battle went on all day; and the p.r.i.c.k of conscience, the fears of superst.i.tion, and the lingerings of religion ever grew fainter. Near nightfall he was at his post, at the Temple of Saturn. Pratinas was awaiting him. The Greek had only a few words of greeting, and the curt injunction:--”Draw your cloak up to s.h.i.+eld your face, and follow me.” Then they pa.s.sed out from the Forum, forced their way through the crowded streets, and soon were through the _Porta Ratumena,_ outside the walls, and struck out across the Campus Martius, upon the Via Flaminia. It was rapidly darkening. The houses grew fewer and fewer. At a little distance the dim structures of the Portico and Theatre of Pompeius could be seen, looming up to an exaggerated size in the evening haze. A grey fog was drifting up from the Tiber, and out of a rift in a heavy cloud-bank a beam of the imprisoned moon was struggling. Along the road were peasants with their carts and a.s.ses hastening home. Over on the Pincian Mount the dark green ma.s.ses of the splendid gardens of Pompeius and of Lucullus were just visible. The air was filled with the croak of frogs and the chirp of crickets, and from the river came the creak of the sculls and paddles of a c.u.mbrous barge that was working its way down the Tiber.
Ahen.o.barbus felt awed and uncomfortable. Pratinas, with his mantle wrapped tightly around his head, continued at a rapid pace. Lucius had left his attendants at home, and now began to recall gruesome tales of highwaymen and bandits frequenting this region after dark. His fears were not allayed by noticing that underneath his himation Pratinas occasionally let the hilt of a short sword peep forth. Still the Greek kept on, never turning to glance at a filthy, half-clad beggar, who whined after them for an alms, and who did not so much as throw a kiss after the young Roman when the latter tossed forth a denarius,[60] but s.n.a.t.c.hed up the coin, muttered at its being no more, and vanished into the gathering gloom.
[60] Four sesterces, 16 cents.
”Where are you leading me?” asked Ahen.o.barbus, a second time, after all his efforts to communicate with the usually fluent Greek met with only monosyllables.
”To the _lanista_[61] Dumnorix,” replied Pratinas, quickening an already rapid pace.
[61] Keeper of a school of gladiators.
”And his barracks are--?”
”By the river, near the Mulvian bridge.”
At length a pile of low square buildings was barely visible in the haze. It was close to the Tiber, and the rush of the water against the piling of the bridge was distinctly audible. As the two drew near to a closed gateway, a number of mongrel dogs began to snap and bark around them. From within the building came the roar of coa.r.s.e hilarity and coa.r.s.er jests. As Pratinas approached the solidly barred doorway, a grating was pushed aside and a rude voice demanded:--
”Your business? What are you doing here?”
”Is Dumnorix sober?” replied Pratinas, nothing daunted. ”If so, tell him to come and speak with me. I have something for his advantage.”