Word was sent along the desert road to the east that Palmyra would soon be under siege, and should be bypassed by those who did not seek to have their goods confiscated by the Romans. Zenobia felt she owed this courtesy to those merchants in Cathay and India who regularly did business with the city.
Confident of their triumph, the people of Palmyra went about their business, me city taking on a festive air for the wedding of the young king and Flavia Porcius. After the festivities, Zenobia and Longinus sat together getting companionably drunk on Cyprian wine. "Marcus has betrayed me," the queen mourned. "Why did he betray me, Longinus? Am I not beautiful? Intelligent? Rich?" A tear slid down her cheek. "What does Aurelian's niece have that I do not have?" Then she giggled. "I shall ask him when I capture him, Longinus! That's what I shall do! I will say to him, Aurelian, what does your niece have that lured Marcus Alexander from my side? Am I not clever, Longinus?" She was happily drunk.
Her answer was a soft snore, for Cassius Longinus had fallen asleep in his chair. His goblet tipped from his hand, drizzling sweet red wine across the marble floor. Zenobia watched the blood-colored trickle of liquid, as it ran slowly across the white floor. She sighed again and, standing uncertainly, she reached for the decanter, picked it up, and wandered slowly down the corridor that led to her private apartments.
She awoke late the next morning, and her head immediately regretted her actions of the previous night. The bright sunlight streamed in across her bedchamber, causing her to wince with genuine pain. Warned by her aching head and roiling stomach, she did not dare to rise else she be sick. She lay very still, finding that the closest thing to comfort.
Old Bab hurried in, her sandals slapping against the floor in a most aggravating manner. "So, you are finally awake."
"Do not shout," Zenobia whispered. "My head pounds."
"I am not surprised. But there is something you must know. The beacon from Qasr-al-Hêr has just a few minutes ago been spotted burning. The Romans are coming."
"The gods!" Zenobia swore irritably. 'Today of all days!"
"Aye, they were ever a thoughtless bunch," Bab observed wryly. "Come, I will mix you a potion that will take the ache from your head and the sickness from your belly." Bab bustled out, and Zenobia could hear her giving orders to the slave girls in the outer room. In a few minutes she was back again, carrying a small goblet, which she handed to Zenobia. "Drink it," she commanded in a voice that brooked no nonsense, and the queen obeyed.
Within minutes the symptoms that had made her so uncomfortable were magically gone. "What was in that?" she demanded of Bab.
"It is a mixture of honey, fruit juices, and herbs," was the reply. "Let me help you up now, my baby, and it is off to the baths for you."
An hour later Zenobia stood atop the highest tower of Palmyra gazing west toward the Qasr-al-Hêr fortress, where the sentinel beacon blazed brightly even in the midafternoon sun. On the westward road she could see in the distance faint puffs of dust made by the hooves of the approaching camels who carried Rufus Curius and his small patrol to safety in Palmyra. She stayed watching until she could make out the riders quite plainly, and then she descended the tower and, mounting her chariot, drove through the city amid her cheering people to greet the riders.
They thundered through the gates, which quickly closed behind them, coming to a quick halt before the queen's chariot. The camels knelt, and their riders swiftly dismounted and stood making their obeisance before Zenobia.
"It has been done as you commanded, Majesty," Rufus Curius said.
"The Romans?" she asked.
"At least two legions, Majesty. Possibly three."
Zenobia turned to Cassius Longinus. "Have them sound the alarm, Longinus, so those outside the walls may enter before it is too late."
"What of the Bedawi, Majesty?" he asked.
"They have disappeared into the desert," she said with a small smile.
"The better to watch for us," he murmured with an answering smile, and left to do her bidding.
Zenobia returned her attention to Rufus Curius. "You have done well, old friend, and I thank you for your loyalty, you and your men. Go now and spend the evening with Deliciae and your children. I do not expect the Romans before our gates until tomorrow, when they will attempt to frighten us with a show of force."
He saluted her, and Zenobia, remounting her chariot, drove quickly back to the palace. Throughout the city the echo of the warning trumpets sounded again and again as latecomers and stragglers from the unwalled suburbs hurried to safety within the gates. Arriving at her destination, the queen hurried to the council chamber for a prearranged meeting with the Council of Ten. She found them and both her sons waiting.
Questions were fired at her with great rapidity, and impatiently she held up her hands demanding that they stop so she might speak. "We do not expect the Romans before dawn," she said, "and then they will do one of two things. Morning will possibly show Aurelian in full battle force before our gates. Often the legions sneak up upon a city in the night so that the dawn reveals their battle formation. It can be a formidable sight.
"The other possibility is that dawn will reveal an empty desert. Suddenly in the distance will come the faint sound of the war drums, which will grow louder and closer as each minute passes. As suddenly, the Romans marching in perfect ranks will begin to pour over the horizon until they are lined up before our gates. Both of these ploys are used to frighten a civilian population, and so our people must be told in order that they not be afraid. Terror is the prime weapon used by the Romans.
"Marius Gracchus, have foodstuffs been laid in as I commanded?"
"We have several months' supply of grain, oil, olives, figs, and dates in government storehouses, Majesty. We have spent the last few weeks buying livestock, which will be slaughtered as needed and distributed when necessary. Practically every family in the city has some sort of poultry in its keeping. Palmyra is well prepared to withstand a siege of several months."
Zenobia nodded. "The Romans will not last that long, Marius Gracchus." She then looked to her younger son, Demetrius. "You have seen to the wells in the suburbs?"
"My men and I personally visited each house, Majesty, and impressed upon the owners the importance of destroying the water supply so that the Romans could not have it," he said. At seventeen, Demetrius was an extremely handsome young man, far better-looking than his older brother, who favored their father. Demetrius was his mother's son, with her dark hair, a pair of languid gray eyes, and a most sensuous mouth. Like his mother, he was impetuous and passionate; but Zenobia suspected that, like his father, Demetrius would not marry until he was considerably older. There were too many delicious treats the prince wanted to taste before settling down.
She inclined her head in response to his reply, and then she turned to Vaba. "Is there anything you wish to add, my son?"
The young king shook his head in the negative. "You seem to have thought of everything, mother," he said quietly.
Zenobia threw him a sharp glance, and then turned back to the entire council. "Does anyone else have anything further to say?" she asked, and the reply being in the negative she dismissed them. "Stay, Vaba," and he heard the command in her voice. When the room was at last empty she turned on him furiously. "Do not ever fence words with me again in open council!" she said. "Why do you choose this time to quarrel with me?"
"You behave as if Palmyra has no king, Mother. Everyone defers to you. The council, the people, even the damned Romans! I am consulted on nothing."
"Vaba, Vaba," she chided him. "The very life of this city is at stake. Tomorrow morning the Romans will arrive. They seek to destroy us. Do you really believe you are experienced enough to plan the defense of Palmyra? I am sorry that in all the tumult you have not been properly deferred to, but there is no time. I did not expect the Romans for another three months, and suddenly they are on my doorstep."