This must stop. Pupienus had recovered quickly.
Gallicanus had rounded on him, suspicion and anger in his eyes.
Gallicanus had rounded on him, suspicion and anger in his eyes.
Pupienus had smiled. He had hoped it looked reassuring. All we Senators wish we had lived in the free Republic. But you know as well as me that the principate is a harsh necessity. The imperium was tearing itself apart in civil wars until Augustus took the throne.
Gallicanus had shaken his head. We can learn from history.
No- Pupienus had been adamant -the same would happen again. The leading men would fight for power until one of them won or the empire fell. You have read your Tacitus. Now we must pray for good Emperors, but serve the ones we get.
Tacitus served under the tyrant Domitian. He was nothing but a quietist, a time-server. He was a man of no courage, a coward. Gallicanus had shouted the last words.
You and I, we both held office under Caracalla. Pupienus had pitched his voice at its most reasonable. Give up this scheme before you bring disaster on your family and your friends.
Gallicanus stood wringing his hands and pressing them together as if he could physically crush this opposition. I thought you were a man of honour.
You ape, Pupienus thought, you stupid, arrogant Stoic ape. I hope you will think so again, because I will never mention this conversation to anyone.
Gallicanus had left.
The mellifluous tones of the Consul brought Pupienus back to the Senate House:
And that whatsoever he shall deem to be according to the custom of the ResPublica and the greatness of divine and human, public and private matters, there be right and power for him to undertake and to do, just as there was for the divine Augustus
The Consul had reached clauses that were surely otiose. As Maximinus had already had been vested with the tribunician power, which brought the ability to make and unmake all laws, of course he could do whatsoever he should deem according to the custom of the Res Publica, and any other thing as well. Pupienus was only half listening. He was still watching Gallicanus posturing in his near-rags on the floor of the Senate House. The previous evening he had forgotten that Gallicanus had moved from following the doctrines of the Stoa to those of Diogenes. Not a Stoic ape then. A Cynic dog instead. It made little difference. The ragged Senator was still a dangerous fool, made all the more dangerous by a conviction that profoundest philosophy underpinned all his beliefs and actions.
Gallicanus had not been the only visitor to the house on the Caelian that night. Pupienus and his wife were starting their belated dinner when Fortunatianus had announced another caller. This time the secretary had suggested no ingenious espionage. He was plainly terrified. Honoratus was outside. The street was full of soldiers.
Pupienus had dreaded such a moment since first he acquired wealth and position. The knock on the door in the night. The imperial official standing in the torchlight, the armed men at his back. The muted terror sliding through the corridors of the house. In the reign of Caracalla, it had happened to several men close to Pupienus. Neither those vicarious experiences nor the years of expectation had made the sudden reality any easier.
Surely there had been no time for Gallicanus to have approached someone else. Even that hairy fool must have realized that he could never seize Rome without the Urban Cohorts. Pupienus had felt a hollow deep in his stomach. Could he have so misread Gallicanus? Was all that conspicuous virtue no more than a mask? Was all his talk of the Res Publica no more than a trap?
The new arrival could be unconnected. But still lethal. A new regime often began with a purge. But it could be nothing. With all the courage and dignitas he could muster, Pupienus had told Fortunatianus to bring Honoratus to him. While waiting, he had managed not to touch the ring on his right middle finger which contained the poison. Instead, he had put his hand on that of his wife, squeezed, and forced himself to smile into her eyes.
Honoratus was still wearing the same clothes muddied from the road in which he had addressed the Senate. He entered alone. Pupienus fought down a surge of hope. If it was premature, it would be all the more devastating.
Forgive the intrusion, Prefect. Honoratus had spread his arms wide, showing his empty palms. I should have sent a messenger ahead. I have been somewhat occupied.
Think nothing of it, Senator.
Honoratus had bowed to Sextia. My Lady, I need the advice of your husband.
Like a true Roman matron, she had spoken some graceful words and withdrawn. Only the slightest catch in her voice betrayed the relief that her husband would be neither hauled off to the torturers in the palace cellars nor butchered in front of her.
Have you eaten?
No.
Please, do.
Honoratus stopped his host calling for a slave to remove his boots. I will do it myself. Discretion might be best. He pronounced it dishcretion.
Pupienus had watched the younger man wash his hands, tip a libation and start to eat. He sprinkled some salt on a hard-boiled egg, dipped it in some fish sauce. He ate it delicately. He reached for another. The speed of his feeding increased. He was hungry. Pupienus had forced himself to keep quiet. Behind the dirt and fatigue, Honoratus was still ridiculously good-looking: dark hair, dark eyes, the cheekbones of a statue. Pupienus had thought it would be almost unseemly to be killed by someone so beautiful.
Honoratus drained his glass.
Shall I call for more?
Honoratus smiled. You were never one for much wine, Pupienus. No, leave it until they bring in the next course.
Pupienus had passed him more bread.
Alexander had to go, Honoratus had said. He was trying to pay off the Germans. He was too scared to fight. The soldiers despised him. It would have been a disaster, much worse than the East. His mothers greed was getting worse. The troops pay was late. If we had not acted, someone else would have.
Pupienus had made an understanding noise.
Maximinus is a good soldier, a good administrator. He has courage. He will fight the German tribes, and he will win.
Pupienus had repeated the noise, with just a hint of a question.
As an equestrian, Maximinus has no experience of the Senate. Although he has governed provinces, his whole attention must be on the northern war. Often he will be beyond the frontier, deep in barbaricum. In civil matters he will delegate and listen to advice.
Whose advice?
I rather hope mine, among others. Honoratus had laughed. He had very straight white teeth. The new Emperor also puts particular faith in the governor of Pannonia Superior, Flavius Vopiscus, and the commander of 8th Legion, Catius Clemens.
Pupienus considered his words. I have known Flavius Vopiscus for many years. Catius Clemens I do not know so well, but if he is like his brother Celer, who is one of the Praetors this year in Rome, then the new Emperor has chosen his confidants well. All three are men of judgement.
Honoratus had raised his empty glass to acknowledge the compliment. Loyal friends are always the pillars of the throne. Maximinus would embrace you in his friendship. Your excellence as Prefect of Rome argues for its continuation.
Now Pupienus toasted the kind words.
You have two sons. When the two Consuls who have given their name to this year step down in a couple of months, Maximinus is minded to appoint your elder son, Pupienus Maximus, as one of the Suffect Consuls. I will be the other. A still greater honour is being considered for your family. Next year the Emperor will take office on the kalends of January. Maximinus is thinking of taking your younger son, Africanus, as his colleague as Consul Ordinarius. For eternity, it would be the year of the Emperor Gaius Iulius Maximinus and Marcus Pupienus Africanus. So that the Emperor can get to know your son, form a true estimate of his virtues, Africanus will accompany me back to the field army.
It was neatly done, Pupienus had thought, the blend of high honours binding the family to a potentially unpopular regime and the taking of a hostage. He spoke. It will be difficult to live up to the benefactions shown, but we will try.
Excellent, Honoratus had said. Who was it who said, Scratch the surface of any government and you find an oligarchy?
I cannot remember.
No, nor me. Of course, you must keep Rome quiet: no rioting from the plebs, no conspiracies among the nobility.
Of course.
Excellent, Honoratus had said, again. Now perhaps your servants could stop listening at the doors and bring in the main course. I am shtarving.
Pupienus had rung a little bell.
One thing, Honoratus said. I brought a new equestrian down to take command of the vigiles. I think you will like the new Prefect of the Watch. He is called Potens.
Herennius Modestinus?
Oh no gods, no! Nothing like that.
Inwardly, Pupienus had cursed. His voice must have betrayed him.
What do you take our new Emperor for? A barbarian? Honoratus had showed his teeth as he laughed. They really were perfect.
Pupienus had kept a very straight face.
Not half an hour ago, I thanked Modestinus for his noble efforts patrolling the streets night after night for fires and malefactors. I told him how much the Emperor appreciated his labours, but Maximinus had decided that a skilled jurist might be more sensibly employed handling all the legal entreaties addressed to the throne. When your son and I set off to the frontier, Modestinus will accompany us. At the imperial court the position of Secretary for Petitions awaits the man of law. Modestinus will make a fine a Libellis. He has always been dutiful, but somehow it was not right he remain in Rome while the Emperor was elsewhere. It was just that some said he was a little too fond of the old free Republic. And Honoratus had gazed hard at Pupienus.
The rest of the meal had passed without anything of significance, the conversation harmless.
Up on the tribunal, the Consul finally reached the end of the lengthy list of overlapping powers, privileges and honours proposed for the new Emperor. And we recommend that these things be approved by you, Conscript Fathers. Claudius Aurelius sat down with the air of a task well done.