The Hadrian Enigma - A Forbidden History (45 page)

“
And there’s more,” Phlegon added. “I myself have witnessed his increasing obsessions. There is the matter at Alexandria.”

“
What is the matter at Alexandria?” Suetonius asked, becoming somewhat distracted.

“
Well, my friends, as you know, Alexandria is a hotbed of competing ethnic rivalries, obscure philosophies, new religious ideas, and mysteries galore. One can easily have one’s head turned in a place like Alexandria. The atmosphere is conducive to eccentric beliefs and avant-garde practices,” the Syri murmured, “especially if a young companion discovers his halcyon days as Caesar’s Favorite are numbered.”

“
Numbered? How so, Astrologer?” Suetonius sought.

“
Well, as we all know, a month ago the
Western Favorite
joined the touring retinue at Alexandria. He’d been summoned from Rome by someone, possibly Caesar himself, possibly not; who knows?

Lucius Ceionius Commodus and several of his fashionable friends turned up by sea from Italy a week or so after Caesar had arrived at Alexandria. It instantly put Antinous on notice about the state of his relationship with Caesar.”

“
There’s still nothing to relate to a drowning, is there? Unless you’re suggesting the boy was so upset he committed suicide?” Suetonius probed.

“
No. But there’s much else. You are aware of Caesar’s cough, of course?” Aristobulus asked cautiously.

“
Careful, Astrologer,” Clarus interjected, “you enter sensitive territory.”

“
Honorable Senator, I defer to your noble station and your wisdom, but you asked the truth of us under threat of legal imposition. Caesar’s cough is not a matter which passes by uncommented at Court,” the Syri muttered low. “There are those whose future hangs upon such a cough, not least of whom are we ourselves. It’s a matter of concern to all. If Caesar became, say,
indisposed
or fared even worse, then the careers and livelihoods of a large number of people will be suspended until political stability is re-established.

But more importantly, Senator and Special Inspector, are you aware of the cough evinced by Lucius Commodus as well?”

“
Commodus too?! The successor designate?”

“
Yes, gentlemen.”

Suetonius, Clarus, Strabon, and even Surisca were stirred at this revelation.

“
The
Western Favorite
, Caesar’s likely successor, also displays an infirmity which is
not-to-be-discussed
?” Suetonius confirmed.

Aristobulus nodded sagely.

“
It is so. Commodus now possesses a hack which, to my ear, sounds extremely similar to the same dry rasp Hadrian was emitting some years ago. I hesitate to suggest they’re a related phenomenon,” Aristobulus proposed. “Besides, I’m convinced the Bithynian youth knows these things too; he’s closer to their source than we are, and he’s smart.”

The chamber hung heavy with consideration.

“
Yet you have not told us how you think these things can lead to a drowning?” Suetonius reminded his company. Phlegon took up the theme.

“
On arriving at Alexandria the travelling Court was consumed by its respective obsessions. The bordellos of the Rhakotis and Canopus pleasure quarters received a huge influx of randy clients, while the various exponents of the city’s competing ideologies received invitations to dinners.

Hadrian and Antinous were no different. Caesar’s passion for foreseeing the future and understanding Fate had him summons experts in Egyptian astrology or had him attending the Serapeum with its priestly adepts of Serapis.

Serapis, this patron god of Alexandria, is extraordinary in that he knits the contending races and gods of Egypt together into a single veneration. Hadrian admires this cohesive facet of Serapis. Our times call for cohesion and unity yet our many diversities pull us apart. The eccentricities of religion are fatal without tolerance, so Hadrian is consumed with his search for an answer which unifies.

Meanwhile Antinous was exploring questions of life after death. I should know, I accompanied him on his excursions into that city’s labyrinth of magicians, mystics, and wonder workers.”

“
The drowning, the drowning, Phlegon,” Suetonius reminded the flighty Asian.

“
Well, on one occasion we were visited by a man known as Marcion of Sinope in the Christian sector of the city. This Greek is a leading philosopher of one particular school of the Christian superstition,” Phlegon offered with a curl of the lip. “This superstition is everywhere these days. Many people regard it as sorcery, sinister and seditious, and deserving of being curbed. They’re magicians who pursue eternal life, people say. They worship an executed felon who resurrected from death, they claim. They drink blood at rituals. That’s sorcery plain and simple!

But like the Judaeans, they’re a volatile lot. They argue against each other fiercely as competing sectarians often do. They have many differing sects and leaders, and don’t agree with each other.

This fellow Marcion had assembled a group of fellow fanatics to meet with Antinous. Antinous possesses no legal power yet his closeness to Caesar exerts its own charisma. They were eager for an opportunity to display their allegiance to Rome and have Antinous make a good report to his imperial companion. Leaders of the sectarians were among the group, though I sensed that they differed vehemently on issues of their cult.

The most vocal one, Marcion of Sinope, practices the ascetic, austere teachings of a Christian mystic named Paulus of Tarsas executed in Nero’s time. Another, Basilides, is an Egyptian Greek who’s expert in the many competing texts of the Christians. Then there was an articulate young fellow named Valentinus, also an Egyptian, who proclaims a complicated philosophy of a 
gnostikos
mystic. His is a fantastical panorama of angelic Archons and a Creator Demiurge among levels of being in the heavens, and so on interminably.

There are many similarities to Judaean teachings, except the
Chrestus
cults are open to we Romans. They don’t demand painful circumcision of the penis or quaint rules of diet and habit as the Judaeans do, but they do demand asceticism. Antinous was eager to hear their views on the afterlife, which they offer plentifully. I suspect their perspectives colored the boy’s attitude to life, and perhaps even to drowning.”

“
In what way, Carian?” Suetonius asked, showing increasing interest.

“
The Christians offer a teaching that’s all sweetness and light. They paint quite an appealing picture of their odd beliefs,” Phlegon expounded. “They claim to show a path from the miseries of life and from sin, which is a type of intense self-punishing guilt about infractions of their ascetical code. But you have to die first to benefit, it seems. However the End of Time is approaching soon anyway. So unlike we Romans, it’s not about how to adjust to living life in this world, it’s about the promise of an After-Life-To-Come. It’s very focused on death and being resurrected someday by their god.

Antinous was given a copy of their most important scripture
The Teachings of the Twelve Apostles
, known to Greeks as
The Didache.
It offers a hundred maxims on how you should live your life, which to them means how to prepare for death. It aims to avoid sin, yet they detect sin and fornication absolutely everywhere. They’re obsessed!

Their special
Savior
was a man called
Iesous
, some sort of Judaean rabbi and wonder-worker crucified as a rebel at Jerusalem a century ago before we destroyed their capital. They claim this sorcerer was their God enveloped in the rabbi’s flesh, somehow.

But the important bit for Antinous was the superstition’s emphasis on an afterlife. Like the followers of Zoroaster and Egypt’s Osiris, they promise their worshippers a resurrection after death followed by some sort of eternal existence. The rest of us are doomed to eternal suffering. It’s a compelling philosophy which Antinous took to heart.”

“
Do you think he believed this pernicious superstition?”

“
Well, there’s a downside to their teachings which I doubt Antinous could uphold. Their moral code is extreme. They have a low opinion of wealth, of trading, they abjure lending at interest, or being rich, as his family are.

Their executed
Savior
proclaimed an eccentric sort of freedom similar to the austerities of the followers of Diogenes who reject family, career, fame, the
Imperium
, and so on.

All their sects forbid ‘fornication’, which they say is an offence against their
Father’
s laws. Their teachers say we Romans are all harlots and live whore’s lives. They particularly condemn relations between unmarried people, adultery, divorce, and same-sex relationships. It’s very other-worldly and austere. I’d say a young hot-blood like Antinous with fire in his loins would find such demands difficult in the extreme. Rome will never endorse such asceticism.”

“
But do you have more to offer about the Favorite’s death? Do you know what happened on the night before last?” Suetonius probed. “When did you last see or speak with the youth?”

“
No one seems to know how he died, gentlemen, but there’s already much talk around the encampment of its aftermath,” Aristobulus offered.

“
Aftermath? Saying what?” Clarus demanded. Aristobulus was hesitant.

“
Well, it’s said there have been shadowy men with knives searching the tents for people close to Antinous. The lad’s school chum Lysias and the freedwoman Thais have disappeared, they say,” the astrologer murmured. “No one knows where. A steward of their household was murdered overnight, but it’s not been made public yet. It’s hard to keep secrets here, though many try. Shrouded men have also been seen in the nearby village searching for someone else, but I have no idea who.

Other gossip says Caesar has gone into secret conference with the governor of Egypt, Flavius Titianus, and his most senior officers, on high matters of state. This is unusual considering Hadrian’s delicate frame of mind only an evening ago, wouldn’t you say? Something important is going on, and perhaps we shouldn’t enquire too closely.”

“
Yet I have been precisely instructed by Caesar to explore closely,” Suetonius stated.

The two courtiers fumbled for fresh tittle-tattle.

“
There was another occasion which I think possesses interest. It occurred in Memphis only recently on our journey here,” Phlegon offered wistfully. “We’re supposed to keep it secret or confidential, but it’s something you should add to your understanding, I think.”

“
Yes, what?”

“
It’s not very pretty, but it was certainly a wonder to behold. Hadrian and the Favorite have been impressed by the arts of the wizard Pachrates of Memphis, who holds to the Old Religion of this strange land.

After witnessing several sessions of his magic, healing, and trickery, we had been told he can bring a man back to life in certain circumstances, just as the ancient wonder-workers were reputed to do,” the Carian recorder of marvels murmured in hushed tones. “So while the rest of the entourage were climbing the Pyramids or carving their names on the Sphinx and enjoying themselves, we were invited to attend a private ceremony at the huge Temple of Amun complex in the heart of the city of Memphis.

Unlike their small Temple here at Besa, the Memphis temple is a gigantic edifice. Caesar, Antinous, and a small party including the women Julia Balbilla with the priestess Anna Perenna, who both possess interest in things of mystery, with a detachment of Guards, attended a special demonstration of the priest’s skills. It was a wonder to behold!

On a high scaffold platform dressed with layers of curtains in the courtyard, the priest Pachrates and his acolytes performed elegant liturgies and rites with much incense, burnt offerings, prayers, drumming, and chanting. It was all very impressive, if somewhat percussive, with flashes of igneous powders and clouds of colored smoke.

The attendants brought a nondescript fellow in ragged attire onto the stage who appeared to be entranced or drugged into abstraction. One of the temple guards read a pronouncement in Greek to we observers which said the fellow was a condemned criminal who had been made available by the authorities for this occasion.

The fellow seemed utterly untroubled by his involvement in the event, even when priestly attendants held him to his knees and forced his head to the sands on the scaffold floor. Another priest of beefy proportions wielding a razor-edged scimitar entered the stage while Pachrates made strange mystical gestures and chants of great profundity above the fellow. Pachrates waved to the sword-bearer and the priest flashed the scimitar to cleave the head from the victim in a single slice.

There was much blood flow and writhing amid shouts and cries of magical formulae. Cymbals crashed, drums beat, sistra rattled, and voices chorused noisily as the curtains of the stage were thrust together by the attendants. Pachrates stepped forward between the clouds of smoke to continue proclaiming his Egyptian incantations. Then after a few seconds when the drums and cymbals ceased their racket and Pachrates waved his priest’s staff, the curtains were again dramatically drawn apart to reveal the beheaded fellow standing healthily upright and serenely intact. He was facing us with his eyes wide in surprise, almost as surprised as we the viewers.

Though his own gore was copiously evident on the sands beneath him, his body had been restored into a single piece and his tunic was miraculously clean of stains. He had tears in eyes, tears of joy I’m sure. Pachrates waved his priest’s staff over the fellow and splashed holy waters to sanctify him in the elaborate Egyptian style.