“What constitutes an immoral act?”
“A list of offenses is being drawn up even as we speak. I saw an early draft. It includes adultery, which is defined as any sexual act performed by a married person which takes place outside the marriage.”
“But that’s absurd! Domitian himself slept with married women when he was younger. One of those women was the empress, who divorced her husband to marry him.”
“Domitian will also revive the old Scantinian law.”
“Refresh my memory.”
“It outlaws sexual acts between men in which a freeborn male is the penetrated partner.”
“Half the members of the imperial court consort with eunuchs!”
“Ah, but everyone assumes it’s the eunuchs who are penetrated, which is perfectly legal, since they’re all either slaves or freedmen. It’s the Roman citizen who plays the passive role who’ll be vulnerable to prosecution.”
Lucius frowned. “Domitian seriously intends to police the sexual behaviour of every Roman citizen?”
“Augustus had such a proclivity. He was quite ruthless when it came to punishing what he considered immorality within his own family, especially among the women. To be sure, when it came to dictating the morals of the citizenry, Augustus generally preferred to rely on inducements rather than penalties, giving tax benefits to married men with children and so forth. But I fear Domitian will use his power as censor to inflict a great deal of suffering.”
Lucius was not convinced. “Perhaps your fears are exaggerated. If Domitian wishes to make an example of a few particularly outrageous people-”
“But, Lucius, don’t you see? That’s what everyone thinks at the outset of such a crackdown: it will be the other people who suffer, the ‘outrageous’ ones, not me. False hope! Domitian sees enemies everywhere. The very fact that the Senate passed that decree, making it unlawful for the emperor to put a senator to death, makes him think they’re plotting against him.”
“So Domitian will seek to punish his enemies by accusing them of vice, rather than insurrection?”
“Exactly. A dossier will be kept on everyone of importance, and who in the Senate is such a paragon of virtue that he need never fear the censor’s wrath?”
“What else is on the list of immoral acts?”
“Incest, which includes relations between uncles and aunts and nieces and nephews – the so-called ‘crime of Claudius.’ Also, carnal relations between a free woman and another man’s slave-”
“But not between a woman and her own slave? Or between a man and another’s man’s slave?”
“Those acts were not listed on the draft I saw.”
“What about fornication with a Vestal virgin?”
Epaphroditus turned pale. “There’s no need for that to be on the list. It’s a capital crime already.”
Lucius began to pace. “How can anyone know what people get up to behind closed doors?”
“The censor will assume the right to know. Remember the banishment of the informers under Titus? Those days are over. Men and women who sell other people’s secrets, even slaves who betray their masters, will flourish under the censor. Citizens arrested for breaking the moral laws can be questioned in what ever manner the censor sees fit, and their slaves will be interrogated under torture. Men found guilty will be encouraged to implicate others.”
“Is that Domitian’s only motivation for this moral legislation? To give himself a tool to terrorize people?”
“Who can say what’s in his mind? He may genuinely believe that he can control the morals of his subjects, and wishes to do so.”
“The hypocrite!”
“Yes; he had a wild youth, but licentious young men often become judgemental in later life, like supple reeds that turn brittle. The emperor is a bitter man. Everyone loved his brother; no one loves Domitian. His precious son died. His wife cuckolded him with a an actor.”
“So all Roma must suffer because of one man’s disappointments?”
Epaphroditus sighed. “To be fair, not all the new moral legislation is punitive. Domitian plans to outlaw castration throughout the empire, as well as child prostitution. How strictly such laws can be enforced I don’t know, but we can applaud the intent. The practice of buying up young boys, making the prettiest ones into eunuchs, and selling them for the pleasure of others is a cruel business. Domitian’s distaste for the practice seems to be sincere. Many a young slave may be spared the loss of his manhood.”
Lucius paced from one end of the garden to the other. “Thank you for the warning, Epaphroditus, but I assure you, no one knows about me and… the woman I love. Except you. And you would never tell.”
“Any witness can be made to talk, Lucius, unless he has a weak heart and dies first.”
Lucius felt the blood drain from his face. After a few mumbled words of farewell, he took his leave of Epaphroditus.
He walked aimlessly, his thoughts racing. The sun began to set. Shadows grew long. He found himself in the heart of the Forum, passing the round Temple of Vesta. The doors stood open. The light of the eternal hearthfire illuminated the marble interior with a soft orange glow. A shadow moved across the light; one of the Vestals was tending the flame. Was it Cornelia? He longed to run up the steps and look inside – the merest glimpse of her face would calm his racing heartbeat – but he forced himself to turn and walk on.
“Lucius, could you add more wood to the brazier?” Cornelia shivered inside her heavy cloak and drew it more tightly around her neck.
The little house on the Esquiline was unchanged since the last time they had met there, many months ago. Lucius had considered selling the house but could not bear to do so; nor did he rent it out. He had kept it vacant, and just as it was in the days when they were meeting regularly. A slave came occasionally to tend to the garden and to clear the cobwebs, and every so often Lucius visited the house, alone, to walk through the rooms and the garden, remembering the times he had spent here with Cornelia.
He could hardly believe she was here again.
The winter day was windy and overcast. Even at midday the room was full of shadows. Lucius fetched wood for the brazier. They sat in chairs across from each other, shivering inside their clothes. He could not recall a meeting in this house when they had not been naked and making love within minutes of arriving. But they had not come here for pleasure. The chill in the air matched their moods.
The thing they most feared had come to pass – and yet they were both still alive. It was Cornelia who had contacted him, insisting that they meet again, despite the danger. He could not refuse her.
In anticipation of this meeting, he had passed a sleepless night imagining their reunion. His heart would race at the sight of her; he would embrace her; she would weep and speak of her suffering; he would listen, and share the terror of his own experience. They would find comfort once again in each other’s bodies.
But that was not what happened. When he entered the house and found her waiting, with only a feeble fire in the brazier to warm the room, they kept their distance. There seemed to be an invisible barrier between them, not only keeping them apart physically but blunting their emotions. They were not like strangers – that could never happen – but they were not like lovers, either. They were mutual survivors of a disaster, numb with shock. The terror they had experienced eclipsed the passion that had once united them.
They seemed unable to approach each other physically, nor were they able to speak of the reason for their meeting, at least not at first. They began by skirting the subject. They talked as any two acquaintances might, about the latest news, keeping their voices steady and quiet. Of course, all the news was about the emperor and the emperor’s schemes.