“It’s made me very careful, Creed.” Marshall said evenly. “Maybewe’re both working toward the same end. but we’re really not on the same sideanymore, are we?”
“Aren’t we?”
Marshall shook his head. “No, Creed. You’re still on theinside. I’ve opted out. That makes me a criminal. You can drop the hammer on meanytime you feel like it. I’m not very comfortable with that idea.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” said Steiger. “But you couldalways leave Rome. Go deeper underground, in some other time period where Icouldn’t find you. Of course. you’d have to start all over, but that wouldn’tbe very hard for a resourceful man like you. If you really believe I’d turn youin, why take the chance of staying?”
“You don’t really understand, do you?” Marshall said. “I’vegot a good life here. A pleasant. simple. comfortable life. For the first time,I’ve found a sense of permanence. I don’t want to run, Creed. I don’t want tospend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.”
“Then you shouldn’t have deserted.” Steiger said. “What doyou want me to say. John? That after all this is over, I’ll go back to PlusTime and forget all about you? Fine. You got it. Is that what you want to hear?”
“I wish it were that simple.”
“Yeah, so do I. but it isn’t, is it? Because you don’t trustme. If that’s the way you feel, then nothing I say will make any difference.You see, that’s what happens when you run, John. Sooner or later, you alwayswind up looking over your shoulder. If it’s not me back there, it could besomeone else. You’ll never really know for sure. So you can keep running. Oryou can stop and face the music.”
“I’m not going back, Creed. That part of my life isfinished. “
“Then I guess you’ll have to live with your decision,”Steiger said. “I’m sorry there’s nothing I can say or do to make that easierfor you. but that’s the way it is..
“I’m sorry, too.” said Marshall. Ile sighed. “Hell, let’s goget drunk.”
6
The dinner Travers had planned was a large one and he had invitedsome of the most influential citizens of Rome. Though he had not invitedCaesar. One did not simply invite the Emperor to dinner. even if one was aclose friend of his And there was a reason why they did not want to have Caesarpresent at this occasion. They wanted to be able to talk about him in a mannerthat his presence would not have, allowed. It was to be the occasion for Delaney,in his identity as “Fabius Quintullus,” to make his first move in trying toinsinuate himself into the conspiracy against Caesar.
Cassius and Marcus Brutus had been invited, as Travers knewthem and many of the others from the Senate. as well as Antony and a number ofhis friends, at least one of whom, Trebonius, was known to them to be involvedin the conspiracy. By this point, less than two weeks before the Ides of March.the conspirators would be well advanced in their plans. The thing to do was seeto it that nothing changed them.
It seemed difficult for Delaney to believe that a conspiracywith so many people in it could have been effectively kept a secret, but thensuch was the character of life in Rome among the powerful. Everyone seemed tohave two faces. The public face, which was worn from day to day, in the Senateand on social occasions, and the secret, private face, which was glimpsed onlyduring moments of clandestine intriguing. Rome had seen many conspiracies andwould see many more.
Travers had organized an entertaining party. His kitchenslaves had been at work throughout the day, preparing the many dishes that wereserved, and he had hired musicians to play throughout the evening, as well asdancers, wrestlers, acrobatic dwarves, and several magicians. It was mixedcompany, some of the men having brought their wives, others having broughttheir mistresses, and there were single women in attendance as well as a bevyof attractive slaves. It wasn’t quite the decadent “Roman orgy” of legend, butas the evening wore on, things loosened up considerably and people started todrift off together to explore the house or “walk’ in the gardens.
Marcian had come, as well, along with a number of the charioteerswho had raced the previous day. Clocillus seemed quite comfortable rubbingelbows with Rome’s upper crust. He knew that he was a celebrity. Some of theothers, particularly the young Cassinus. seemed a little awkward, thoughCassinus gradually grew more and more at ease as he was repeatedly complimentedupon his win over Clocillus, who took the attentions paid his rival with goodgrace and added his own supportive sentiments to those of the others.
There was another man who came with Marcian, not one of thecharioteers, whom Travers did not know. Marcian had introduced him as CreonSabinus, a horse breeder from Ilerda whose farm and estate he was attempting tobuy. Antony seemed to be friends with him, as well. They had dined with Caesarthe previous evening. It turned out that Antony, an inveterate gambler, hadlost a fortune at the races to Sabinus. who had been losing steadily until hehad placed a daring bet on Cassinus during the final race. That made Lucas andAndre pay particular attention to him. It turned out that Caesar had beenimpressed by Sabinus, as well. He had offered him a commission in his cavalryfor his campaign against Parthia. A campaign that, if history ran true tocourse. Caesar would not live to embark upon.
Talk of Caesar’s upcoming campaigns gave Delaney the openingthat he was looking for to turn the conversation toward politics.
“I had not heard that Caesar was leaving for the wars onceagain.” he said.
“All Rome speaks of little else,” said Trebonius. “He plansto set out first for Parthia, to avenge his old friend Crassus, and then topress on for the Orient, as his hero. Alexander. had once done. The army isalready gathering in the provinces.”
“Then he will be gone for a long time.” Delaney said. “Whowill govern Rome in his absence?”
“His aides and secretaries, Oppius and Balbus,” saidCassius, “if you can believe it. And they are not even senators. WE are to bedictated to by mere functionaries while our Emperor pursues his dreams of gloryin the East.”
“But it is for the glory of Rome that Caesar embarks onthese new campaigns.” protested Antony. “Think of the wealth the empire shallacquire.”
“I am thinking of the wealth that Caesar will acquire,”Cassius said dryly. “And I am thinking of the days when Rome was a republic,not an empire. governed by one man who appoints mere secretaries to carry outthe duties of his office while he goes adventuring abroad in an attempt torecapture the faded glory of his youth.”
“A sentiment one could expect from someone who supported Pompey,”Antony said derisively.
“Pompey never had himself proclaimed emperor.” said Cassius.“If a man wishes to be king. then it would seem that the least he could do wasstay and rule his kingdom as wisely as he can, not chase off to the far ends ofthe earth in a pointless quest to rival the exploits of a long dead general.”
“It is Rome’s destiny to rule the world.” said Antony.
“As it was Caesar’s to rule Rome?” said Cassius. “Well, Ithink it may be safely said that both those destinies have been realized. Romedoes rule the world and Caesar now rules Rome. What need have we of furtherterritories of dubious value? Rome prospers. I tell you, it is not for Rome’ssake that Caesar goes to war again, but for his own. His hunger for power isone that can never be appeased. Already. he is a king in all but name. Whatmore can he want?”
“To extend Rome’s glory.” Antony persisted.
More likely, to extend his own.” Cassius replied.
“You would not speak so if Caesar were here himself.” Antonysaid stiffly.
“Ah, but the Emperor does not mingle with us mere mortals,except to dictate to us from his throne in the Senate. Only queens are fitcompany for kings,” said Cassius with a smile, referring obviously toCleopatra.
“Are these secretaries to sit upon the throne in his place?”Delaney asked before Antony could reply. “It seems an incredible insult to theSenate.”