Furies
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Furies by D.L.Johnstone
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Table of Contents
Map
Characters
Glossary of Terms
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chalk Valley Excerpt
About the Author
Acknowledgments
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I shall not speak in riddles anymore.
Be witness that I smell out swiftly
The tracks of evil that have long been done.
There is a choir that never leaves this roof,
Unmusical, in concert, unholy.
And it has grown drunken and overbold
On human blood, it riots through this house,
Unriddable blood-cousins, the Furies.
Aescylus - The Oresteia - 458 BC
Dramatis Personae
Decimus Tarquitius Aculeo
Luculla Titiana – Aculeo’s wife
Atellus – Aculeo and Titiana’s son
Sekhet – Egyptian healer/funerary attendant
Merchants & Bankers
Vibius Herrenius Corvinus – Aculeo’s business partner (deceased)
Marcellus Gurculio – Roman moneylender
Iovinus – Middleman for Corvinus and the moneylenders
Marcus Augendus Gellius – Aculeo’s friend
Trogus – Gellius’ partner
Bitucus – associate of Aculeo
Gaius Durio Pesach – friend of Iovinus, enslaved to a fullery
Lucius Albius Ralla – prominent banker in Alexandria
Posidippus of Cos – another middleman for Corvinus
Marcellus Flavianus – Roman investor
Hetairai & Pornes
Calisto
Neaera – porne at the Blue Bird, lover of Iovinus
Myrrhine – hetaira, friend of Calisto
Panthea – brothel keeper at the Blue Bird
Tyche – porne at the Blue Bird
Petras – cousin of Neaera
Philomena – street porne
Sophists at the Museion
Zeanthes of Araethyrea – friend of Calisto’s
Epiphaneus of Cyrene – associate of Zeanthes
Hipparchus – guest at Ralla’s symposium
Sostra of Nicaea – associate of Epiphaneus
Others
Xanthias – Aculeo’s slave
Gnaeus, Viator & Vibius – Gurculio’s freedman and slaves
Marcus Aquillius Capito – Junior Magistrate of Alexandria, friend of Aculeo
Apollonios – a recluse
Harpalus – brother of Apollonios
Idaia – ward of Calisto
Machon & Dryton – Public Order Officers
Avilius Flaccus– Roman Prefect of Egypt
Avilius Balbus – Son of the Roman Prefect
Callixenes – a freedman
Glossary of Terms
Objects & Places
Agora – the city’s marketplace
As – a brass coin worth ¼ of a sesterce (NB. Egypt, after falling under Roman rule, operated using Roman currency)
Emporion – a warehouse area used for storage and trade
Heptastadion – A causeway built to connect the Island of Pharos with the mainland; it was seven stades in length, hence the name (hepta=7)
Hermes posts – wooden or stone mile-posts carved in the shape of erect penises (don’t ask)
Hippodrome – a horse-racing stadium on the eastern edge of the city
Library – the forerunner to our modern libraries, the Library of Alexandria was said to house every written work known to man. Lost to fire and the actions of religious zealots.
Mollosus dog – a now-extinct breed of dog common in the Greek and Roman times, and an ancestor of today’s Mastiffs
Museion – home to the scholars and those who came to Alexndria for academic pursuits
Necropolis – City of the Dead, where the remains of citizens were mummified or cremated
Pharos – the Lighthouse, one of the Seven Wonders of the ancient world
Sarapeion – the main temple of Sarapis
Sesterce – (may also be spelled sestertius) currency worth 4 asses. Higher denominations include denarii, aureii and talents; for simplicity sake, and based on readings of the time, I’ve used sesterces as the common measure
Soma – mausoleum which housed the remains of Alexander the Great, the Ptolemies and their spouses, found in the centre of the city
Stade – a unit of measure, approximately 100 yards in length (root of the modern word stadium, which is, of course, 100 yards long)
The Five Districts of Alexandria
Alpha – the Palace district, which housed the Ptolemeic palaces and assorted government buildings, said to house
Beta – known to exist but unclear what part of the city it occupied; I too poetic license and placed it just below Alpha as a wealthy but non-aristocratic area
Gamma – as with Beta, it was known to exist but without more specific information I chose to place it beteen Beta district and the southern edge of the city on the shores of Lake Mareotis and the Canopic Canal
Delta – the Jewish district, at the eastern section of the city. The Jews were believed to make up about 20% of the city’s population at their peak and, unlike most cities in the Roman Empire, were permitted to be citizens of Alexandria with all the rights and prviliges th
at went along with it (partly courtesy of a substantial head-tax they paid every eyar)
Epsilon – otherwise known as Rhakotis, the original fishing village around which Alexandria was founded; home of the substantial native Egyptian population
Gods
Anubis – Egyptian god of the dead (the jackal-headed god)
The Furies – Greek/Roman goddesses of the Underworld, responsible for avenging murder victims
Hades (Pluto) – Greek (Roman) god of the Underworld
Harpocrates – the Egyptian hawk-headed god, and child of Isis and Osiris
Isis – the Egyptian goddess of fertility; Isis Pharia is the status of Isis on the island of Pharos
Janus – the two-faced god, god of gateways and root of the month Januarius (looking forward to year ahead and back to prior year)
Poseidon (Neptune) – god of the Sea
Sarapis – Alexandria’s patron god of the city, created by the Ptolemies to centralize the citizens’ worship; very popular god at the time so it looks like it worked
Zeus (Jupiter) – Greek (Roman) god, led the other gods; Zeus-Soter is the name of the statue of Zeus at the top of the lighthouse as it was commissioned by Ptolemy-Soter
People
Fellahin – the native Egyptian population; typically treated as second class citizens, somewhere between slaves and Romans; over the centuries, intermarriage made such divisions harder to distinguish
Hetairai – high-class courtesans
Murmillone – a type of gladiator, typically matched vs a retarius
Negotiatore – a middle-man who would represent the business interests of investor, either locally or from elewhere in the Empire
Porne – a prostitute; of a lower ‘rank’ than hetarii
Praegenarii – a clown who would be used to entertain the audiences between gladiatorial contests; often they were dwarves
The Ptolemies – the Royal dynasty that ruled Egypt, from (Alexander the Great’s general) Ptolemy-Soter in 331 BCE to Cleopatra VII Philopater in 30 BC. The last true Ptolemy would have been Caesarion, son of Julius Caesar and Cleopatra, who murdered by Augustus Caesar after Rome’s victory in Egypt, thus consolidating any would-be claims to the throne
Thrattia – a derogatory term for a bar maid – means ‘of Thrace’
Decimus Tarquitius Aculeo gazed bleakly about his stylish multi-level villa. It looked so desolate now with the crates and chests filled with every last stitch and stick of the family’s fine belongings, now stacked up in the vestibulum and along the main hallway like vegetables heading off to market. Most of the furniture was already gone while that which remained was covered in sheets of canvas, ready to be taken. The moneylender’s slaves walked back into the house, marching right through the front gate bold as could be, their sandals caked with dust from the street, ready to heft the next load into the wagon. Aculeo clenched his jaw as he watched them, wanting for all the world to kick them out into the street, but holding his tongue. Gnaeus, the toad-like little freedman, strutted about the villa, chest puffed out, touching everything with his grubby hands, barking out orders on what should be taken next.
Titiana watched from the edge of the tablinum, her lovely face expressionless, a plain woollen travelling cloak wrapped tightly around her graceful shoulders. Her hair, gleaming and black, an elegant contrast to her alabaster skin, was tied back in a simple Cypriot braid beneath her veil. Her hands lay on the shoulders of little Atellus who sat at her side on a pretty couch, the one with the ivory legs and mother-of-pearl inlaid like flower petals along the arms, which they had bought only last summer. So long ago, last summer. Back when the world itself seemed to lay at their feet.
“Titiana …” Aculeo started.
She turned away, gazing out the window, her perfect lips pressed tight together, the very picture of decorum. Titiana would never have risked saying something that would embarrass the family, even in front of slaves. Not even now. He couldn’t help but recall the way her eyes had shined with delight the first day they’d wandered through the atrium, when? Only two years ago? Was that possible? The way she’d clutched his arm in excitement as they’d strolled for the first time through its Aswan marble halls to the garden colonnade with its fine statuary, elegant box hedges and sparkling fish ponds. Oh, and the exceptional view of the city from the rear atrium – she’d actually gasped at the sight. Truly it was the finest home in all Alexandria. Now to be auctioned off to the highest bidder like some wretched old fellahin shack. It was all too much!
Viator, the bald slave, snatched up the Etruscan amphora set in a central nook of the wall, clearly a place of honour. Titiana flinched, her cheeks flushed, but she held her silence.
“Put that down,” Aculeo snapped.
“My master told us to take it all,” Viator said.
“Your master can get buggered by a radish.” Atellus looked up at his father, his eyes wide in surprise, but remained silent as his mother. “That was never part of it.”
Gnaeus appeared, took the amphora from Viator, smearing the splendid black and red surface of the double-handled amphora with his greasy fingerprints. “It’s not worth much anyway,” he said, pursing his lips. “Two hundred sesterces perhaps.”
“It’s a classic piece, worth twenty times that,” Aculeo seethed.
Gnaeus scratched at his beard - probably swarming with fleas, Aculeo thought. “Three hundred at most,” the freedman said with a shrug.
“Just put it …”
“Oh what does it matter?” Titiana said irritably. “I’m surprised you didn’t pawn it as well.”
“I could never have done that,” Aculeo said. “I gave it to you on our first anniversary.”
She sighed and turned to Gnaeus. “Five hundred.”
“Titiana, no …”
“Is it mine or not, Aculeo?”
“Of course, but …”
“It’s a long journey to Rome and we need silver more than an old amphora.” She turned her attention back to the freedman. “Five hundred. No more haggling, I’m not a fishwife in the Agora.”
Gnaeus smirked and counted out the coins, then passed the amphora to Viator. “Box it up with the rest.”
“Back to work, leeches,” the old slave Xanthias snapped, herding them out of the tablinum. “Leave the Master and Mistress be!”
The moneylenders’ slaves returned to stripping the contents out of the villa, stacking the fauces with more crates, tables, chairs, tapestries unhooked from the walls, preparing to load it all into the mule wagons parked outside the gates.
“Titiana, if you’d only just listen to me,” Aculeo whispered, kneeling on the floor at her feet, trying to take her small hand in his. She gently but firmly pulled it from his grasp.
Little Atellus beamed at his father. “Why you on the floor, Poppa?” he asked.
Aculeo felt his heart break at the child’s sweet beauty, his plump, rosy cheeks and lips, thick chestnut curls and oh, his mother’s golden-brown eyes. “I’m just tired,” he said, smiling at the boy.
Atellus raised his hands, sticky from the honeyed dates he’d been eating, and chirped, “Poppa, come play!” Aculeo laughed and snatched him up, tossing him in the air. Atellus squealed in delight and Aculeo tried to kiss his cheek but the boy was too full of energy. He squirmed out of his father’s arms and ran down the marble hallway towards the atrium.
“Ah, he’s heading to the garden again. I’ll fetch him,” Xanthias said, leaving them alone at last.
“Titiana, it’s not the season to travel,” Aculeo pleaded. “By the Gods, we just lost two fleets! Why don’t you wait until spring at least, or summer?”
“Perhaps you should have picked a better time to lose everything,” she said. The softness of her tone did little to reduce the words’ sting.
“A few months at most and we’ll be back on our feet.”
“Don’t be a fool, Aculeo.”
“Titiana, you have to trust me …”
“Trust you?” she
cried, tears in her dark, lovely eyes for the first time since he’d broken the news of their bankruptcy ten days ago. “Why didn’t you trust me enough to even discuss things before you threw everything away on Corvinus’ foolishness?”
“It was an investment. An investment like any other …”
“An investment that required you to put up our house as security? Our entire estate? Even my dowry?”
“Titiana …”
“My dowry, Aculeo, not yours to do with what you will. But that wasn’t enough, was it? No, you had to tangle up some of our dearest friends in your investment, ruining them as well for the sake of that stupid, stupid man!”
“We owed our entire fortune to Corvinus.”
“Where is that fortune now, husband? And where is the man? Both just ashes on the pyre.”
She’s twisting it, Aculeo thought, though he held his tongue. How could I have predicted what would happen? How could anyone? Storms off Portus had sunk not just the primary but also the secondary of the company’s great fleets of grain freighters. And when Aculeo had called on Corvinus and discovered the villa empty, his patron’s pale, bloated body floating in the bath, the blood from his open veins staining the bathwater, flies already crawling across his forehead …