"Pelusium may hold fast," said Antony. "Octavian may never breach its defenses. But whatever happens, remember that you will be safe," he told the children. "There is etiquette in war, and the children of the high-ranking are always treated courteously. Alexander started that, with the wife and children of Darius. They expected to be murdered or sold into slavery, but he treated them honorably. He even married Darius's daughter."
"Well, I shall never marry Octavian!" said Selene, with a toss of her head.
"I told you they were snobs," said Antony, turning to me, laughing. Then he looked at them. "Listen, my dearests. You must do whatever seems expedient at the time."
I suddenly remembered a verse from Epaphroditus's poetry. "Yes. 'For a living dog is better than a dead lion.' "
Because as long as there is life, the wheel of fortune can turn and elevate you.
The sweetness of the luscious figs and dates in honey custard we ate to finish the meal did little to help our spirits. I watched the children eating, and they all seemed winsome to me; only a monster would think of harming them. But the young of all species are appealing, even baby crocodiles and cobras. Hard-hearted hunters kill them without a thought, condemning them not for what they are, but for what they might become. My heart ached for it. I could only pray that a combination of political hesitation, pragmatism, and family sentiment might stay the hand of Octavian, who was no high-minded Alexander. But he was known to be oddly reverent toward his own relatives--the Roman family was his only real god, in spite of his shrines to Apollo--and these children shared his Julian blood. Since he believed it was sacred and inherently better than any other, he might wish to conserve it.
Isis, let it be so!
stood and held out my arms after the last platters had been removed. "Come here, all of you," I said. I wished to embrace them, for us all to embrace one another. The four of them obeyed, and Alexander and Selene hugged my sides, their heads just under my shoulders; Philadelphos encircled my knees, and Antyllus and Antony made an outer protective shell around us all.
Quite unbidden, the thought Never leave me! flashed through my mind. But all I said was, "Let all of us always remember one another, and this moment."
* * *
"Pelusium has fallen." Antony pushed aside the curtains into the room where I was working and blurted it out.
"No!" I rose. "So quickly!" It had not been more than seven days since our last word that Octavian was on his way from Raphia.
"There was little or no resistance," he said. "It fell so easily that there is suspicion of collusion. The garrison commander, Seleucus. . . was he bought?"
I guessed what he was thinking. Unreliable, cowardly Egyptian troops! But it was not so. "What exactly happened?" My heart was racing. Pelusium gone. The way to Alexandria open.
"The invaders were allowed to come close to the walls, and immediately both sides started bargaining. Shameful!" He shook his head. "Pelusium is hard to take, since there is no water anywhere outside the walls. Attackers are at a serious disadvantage, because they arrive already thirsty. The fort has all the advantages. To surrender like that!" He clenched his fists.
I should not have said it, but I did. "If you felt it was so strategic, why did you not invest it with one of your legions? Why did you leave Seleucus to come to the obvious conclusion that you didn't consider them important?"
"I trusted them to hold it themselves!"
"The message you gave was the opposite, that you didn't have any trust in them at all, and had sacrificed them in advance."
"How dare you say that?" he yelled. "And if you thought it, why didn't you speak up then?"
"Because you were sunk in your hopelessness. You had given up, and could not be roused to action."
"I hadn't!" His face grew red.
"What else could forming a club dedicated to dying together signal? Even if you didn't mean it, the rest of the world took you at your word. Everyone heard about it, you can be sure of that. If you were Seleucus, and heard that your commander-in-chief had banded together with friends pledged to die, what would you think?"
"It was just a jest."
"No, it wasn't. Not to those watching you. I am sure Octavian has heard about it as well; doubtless he feels it will make his task easier."
"You should have stopped me!"
"I tried. But you ignored me." I spread my hands. "Enough of this blaming.
What will we do now? He will be here soon--here in Alexandria!" The thought was horrible.
"Talk to the messenger yourself," said Antony sulkily. He called him in, a young Egyptian cavalryman.
He had ridden fast to get here in only a few days, racing across fields and jumping canals in the Delta. The Nile had not started to rise yet, so there were no flooded fields to block him. He had not dared to sail, because Octavian's fleet already controlled the sea between us and Pelusium.
"Your Majesty," he said, falling to one knee and staring at me.
No, not now! I thought irritably. Don't let him gawk because he sees me close-up. "What is your name?" I asked briskly.
"Sennufer, Your Majesty."
"Rise, Sennufer," I said. "A name from Upper Egypt, I see." And he had the sinewy strength and fine bearing of those people. "What exactly did you see at Pelusium?"
"From the walls we saw the host of Romans approaching from the desert road; they were moving surprisingly fast for their second day of a forced, waterless march. They kept their formations well, too. They surrounded the fortress--"
"How many of them were there?"
"Not as many as we had expected. Not more than seven legions."
I turned to Antony. "Then he must have left the rest behind in Syria and Judaea." Hope sprang up inside me. If he had only seven legions, and we had four, plus the Egyptians, then . . .
"Octavian is not nearly as sure of his new-pledged allies as he pretends, then," said Antony.
"We have a chance against him," I said. "Now tell me, how did the troops behave? What happened as they approached the walls . . . ?"
After he was shown out, I felt a giddy sense of hope. Pelusium was gone, but our numbers were more evenly matched than we had realized. And all our forces were concentrated in Alexandria, where we could take a stand, fighting with the advantage of defending our home territory. Antony had finally awakened and would lead as only he could. The men would follow him; he had the inborn ability to inspire his troops. They would cry out in gratitude and relief that their leader had finally come back to himself.
When Octavian came calling, he would get a bloody surprise. And if the gods were truly on our side, he might find himself in his beloved Roman mausoleum sooner than he had anticipated. What a good thing he had readied it before his departure.
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HERE ENDS THE NINTH SCROLL.
Chapter 84.
THE TENTH SCROLL
The sea was still. The whole world was holding its breath. Through the streets, deserted at high noon, the wind had failed, leaving the walls of the buildings to radiate blinding light and heat. From my high vantage point on the palace walls, I could see nothing stirring in my whole city. And the doors shall be shut in the streets. . . .
I leaned over the ramparts of the tower on the side that faced the harbor; below were the broad marble steps descending into the water, visible as wavering lines below the surface. This was where servants gathered, where children splashed and played, where the little trireme was tied up. But today no one but soldiers were there, deployed around the grounds: my Macedonian Guard, the last bastion an invader would have to dispatch before storming the palace itself.
The stone under my arm was sizzling hot, almost hot enough to burn my flesh. The last day of the month of Julius; already we were in the Egyptian month of Mesore. And still no Octavian.
I pulled back from the edge of the wall, its dazzling light making my eyes ache. Against the whiteness the sea's blue was pure as the soul of an unborn child. Out past the Lighthouse, beyond the breakwaters, t
he blue was unbroken. No ships on the horizon--yet.
My own fleet was drawn up in the harbor, waiting. As at Actium. There were some hundred battleships, both Egyptian and Roman.
The messages from Octavian had ceased. I had never made use of the sphinx seal, for I had nothing to say to him beyond what had already been said. Evidently he was prepared to call my bluff--if he judged it to be so--
and proceed to Alexandria and take his chances on seizing the treasure before I could destroy it.
The intensity of the light and the radiation of the heat made me dizzy. But I forced myself to stay where I was.
It will be dark and quiet enough in the mausoleum, I reminded myself. Get your fill of the sun now.
We had had reports of his progress, of course. Lookouts had galloped to us, reporting, Now he's at Daphnae . . . now crossing the Necho canal from the Bitter Lakes . . . now at Pithom . . . now at Heliopolis. . . .
Heliopolis. Once he passed that, and crossed over the Nile proper, then little distance was left between us.
He had seven legions, and Agrippa was not with him. He marched without his right arm, coming to believe in his own superior luck. In a hideous reversal, he marched along the same route Caesar had taken to defend me and save Alexandria. Caesar had proceeded stealthily and caught the enemy off guard, but we were only too well apprised of Octavian's whereabouts.
Then, four days ago, he was sighted at Terenuthis, on the Canopic branch of the Nile, and yesterday at Canopus itself, fifteen miles away.
It had been a fast march. Would he rest his troops before the final push? They would be tired from the unbroken exertion from Raphia onward. And he surely knew that the struggle for Alexandria would be fierce.
We had four Roman legions, with enough Egyptian troops to constitute a fifth, as well as a respectable arm of cavalry. Antony had stationed the Egyptians at strategic places in the city and drawn up the Romans just outside the Gate of the Sun on the east, ready to face Octavian.
Now, at such a late hour, Antony's fighting spirit had returned, as if Mars had been slumbering and belatedly awakened to anoint him with war blood. He had been exercising the troops and readying them ever since Octavian had taken Pelusium.
Something on the horizon . . . ships? I shielded my eyes and looked as hard as I could, but it faded. Perhaps it was only a gull, seen out of the corner of my vision. Toward the other direction, the east, I could not see over the walls of the city from where I stood.
All was in readiness. The children were practiced in what to do, places of refuge for them waited in the depths of the palace, Mardian and Olympos and Charmian and Iras had their final instructions. I had, in my thorough way, tried to provide for everything, down to the last detail. Especially the last detail.
But I believed we still had a reasonable chance, not only of survival but even of victory. Octavian would be fighting with severe disadvantages--tired, unpaid soldiers on unfamiliar ground, with himself as their commander. He was no match for Antony at his best, or for our rested troops fighting for their home city.
I had been holding a bouquet of summer flowers, and they were wilting in the glare. So I pulled the flowers out one by one and dropped them down into the waiting water, seeing them fall through the air and land lightly. Little spots of color floated bravely, making a mosaic of sorts.
Footsteps--heavy ones. Antony bounded around the corner, having taken the steps two at a time in spite of his heavy armor and sword.
"He's here!" he said. "Just sighted, down the road to Canopus. He's rushing, pushing the men at double march. He must mean to get here and pitch camp before sundown."
The plumes on his helmet swayed, and its beak prevented me from seeing his eyes. But his voice sounded young, eager.
"I see nothing," I said.
"The dust cloud should be visible soon," he said. "He is kicking up quite a storm. The cavalry is leading by a mile or so; he's using them as scouts. We'll attack them before they can find a resting place."
"What, now?" It could not be now; it was already afternoon and ... I had had it so firmly in my mind that the confrontation would be a massive battle.
"Catch him by surprise," said Antony. "Destroy his advance guard." He patted his sword. "Ah, to do a man's work again!" He caressed it like a neglected pet.
"What shall we do here?" I asked. I would have to ready the mausoleum, gather the children. . . . O gods! Was it all to be set in motion now--now, on this cloudless, still day? Deeds set in motion, to slide along of their own accord, unstoppable like the tomb doors on their tracks?
"Pray to all the gods for our success," he said, taking both my hands in his and enclosing them. "They will hear you."
I looked at his sunburnt face, his eyes still invisible under the helmet's shadow. "Kiss me," I suddenly said. It seemed very bad luck for him to venture forth without it.
Quickly he bent and kissed me, his mind already far away. "Farewell, then," he said.
Was this all? I knew it was all it could be, but it seemed a very meager leave-taking. "Farewell," I echoed, seeing him turn and disappear down the steps, a swirl of cloak.
I clung to the sharp edge of marble at the rampart, feeling unable to move, to leave, to begin to do what I must. To set things in motion . . .
Now I could see the smudge on the horizon. The ships were coming. Octavian's fleet was on its way, under oars rather than sail.
So this, my tenth scroll, is to be the last. I have just begun it. And it is fitting. Ten is a number with its own mystique; not as magic, perhaps, as seven or three or twelve, but it will do well enough to contain my life. There are ten fingers, there are ten lunar months in the forming of a child, and ten days in the Egyptian week. Isis at Philae visits Osiris on his island every ten days. And all men revere the number one hundred, which is ten tens.
Along with everything else, provision is made for thee, scroll, and all thy brothers. I will fill thee up until my hand can write no more. And if it chance that all this is silly and premature, why, then there may be twenty scrolls someday, as my life continues to unfold--not stopped on a hot, still day.
The hours crept by. The water clock dripped. The shadowlessness of noon gave way to the slanting pools of darkness that grow out of buildings, stones, trees. And I sat, waiting, alternately writing this and gripping the arms of my chair.
Mardian joined me. It is not true that another person can distract you. Waiting together made it worse. At one point he reached over and took my hand in his. It felt different.
"Why, Mardian," I said, "you have taken off your rings." He was never without them, his emerald and lapis beauties.
"Perhaps it is my own way of going out to battle," he said. "Stripping away all that which cannot help me now, and Pll be cursed if I allow it to help another!"
Mardian had no family, no one to leave it to. And no one to mourn him afterward. I had thought of everything but that, imagining that he would be left behind to oversee things--whatever those things would be. But they would never let him do so, and he would suffer punishment as if he were of my own family.
"Mardian," I finally said, "we have talked of many things, and I foolishly gave you instructions to carry out--afterward. I see now how unthinking that was. Not because you are unreliable, but because I provided a refuge for everyone but you. Forget about the instructions and come with me when I give you the signal."
"Come--where ?"
"With me, Charmian, and Iras. We are resolved upon our course of action. I need not describe it; I am sure you know it. What is left unsaid cannot be argued against. You are welcome to join our circle. I am afraid it is the only safe, secure refuge I can offer. The only one that is unanswerable to Octavian."
"I see." His voice was sad. Had he expected that I had come up with some other, miraculous solution? Or surely he had not believed that I had just meekly accepted Olympos's dictates? "It cannot be otherwise." He nodded gravely.
"No," I said. "Olympos does not control all the keys that c
an unlock the secret house of death. Although he would like to!"
Olympos they would let alone. He would be free to come and go and carry out my mission. If he liked, he could even go to Rome and observe the Triumph! Yes, he would have entire freedom.
"Thank you for your invitation," Mardian said, as if I had invited him to a fine banquet. And, in a way, I had. "If necessary, I will accept. But perhaps it will not be necessary. The city is well prepared, and the troops fairly evenly matched. Lord Antony seemed in his old form, and--"
"Yes. He has come back to himself." But even his old self had lost battles.
Dusk had come, a deep, rich purple one--as intense as the noon it followed. The tender violet seemed to well up from the sea itself and spread out over the city. It was a night the Alexandrians would have reveled in, holding dinners and lectures and debates, all flavored with imported sweet wines and delicacies. But in the lengthening evening there was no stirring in the streets.
Servants came in to light the lamps--the few servants remaining. I had dismissed the freedmen and sent them home. Now only slaves and very loyal attendants stayed on. Gone were the hordes of attendants who made the palace a colorful, noisy place. The glow of the lit oil made yellow halos in the chamber.
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