“We also need more doctors,” Lysias said.
“Plato’s quite explicit about medicine and—”
At that moment Tullius called for order and Klio fell silent.
“Before we hear the usual committee reports, Aristomache of Olympia has an important discovery she wants to bring to everyone’s attention,” Tullius said. His voice was shaking with age but still powerful.
Aristomache went to the front. The way we organized Chamber now was a compromise. Tullius and some of the others would have liked it to be like the Roman Senate, with everyone in status order. Others would have liked it to be all democratic consensus and informality. We sat where we wanted, not in order of seniority, but we did not speak unless called on, and then we went up to the rostrum to speak. Tullius was the President of the Chamber, and if he was speaking or didn’t want to take the chair, then the chairmanship of the meeting rotated among the oldest men—and they were all men. Aristomache was one of the oldest women among the masters. Generally we voted openly by a show of hands, but on occasion when there was some particularly close or divisive question we would vote with black and white stones.
Aristomache stood quite relaxed at the rostrum, staring out at all of us. She looked very serious, but then she usually did. “Some months ago, Sokrates talked to us about the possible intelligence of the workers,” she began. “Many of us concluded that it was a hoax. There’s new evidence—a message inscribed on Mulberry house. The message is written in Greek using the Latin alphabet, and it appears to be a response to Sokrates’s questions. This reopens the whole issue.”
Lysias tensed beside me, stood, and was recognized. He walked down to the rostrum. Aristomache stepped to the left in debate position. “Last time we concluded that it was a hoax organized by Kebes. The only compelling evidence against was that the message was in English. He could easily have constructed a message in Greek in the Latin alphabet. Anyone could.”
“The message was carved high up on the building,” Aristomache said. “Higher than anyone could easily reach. It was also incised in stone.”
“There are ladders, and they’ve mostly had a little instruction in sculpture. Has Kebes?”
I was about to confirm that he had, when Ficino did it. He came forward. “He had the standard course, he would have learned that. He had no particular aptitude or interest. But he could have done it.”
“Do you believe he did?” Aristomache asked.
“He’s a difficult boy. I can’t say one way or the other what he might do,” Ficino said. “I’ve had trouble with him. Many of us have. There was that prank where he broke the statue of Aphrodite, years ago. But he seems to have settled down and improved under the influence of Sokrates.” Ficino went back to his seat. He nodded at me as he passed by.
“Was Kebes involved with the discovery at Mulberry?” Lysias asked.
“He found it,” Aristomache admitted. There was a murmur throughout the Chamber at that.
Sokrates strode forward. He never liked the forms of Chamber and tended to ignore them and do what he wanted, but now, although he did not wait to be acknowledged, he walked down to the rostrum before turning to face all of us.
“It is still possible it might be a hoax, and I continue to consider that theory. But this matter is so important that while we wait for more evidence, I urge you to act. Acting will not hurt anything if we are wrong, and not acting will be very injurious if we are right.”
“What action do you want?” Lysias asked.
“What I called for last time,” Sokrates said. “An end to the removal of memories from the workers, and an opening of dialogue with them. You agreed to the latter but not to the former, and such was the vote of the Chamber. Now I want the workers informed that they may write on the paths, so that if they want to they can answer me immediately.”
“What was the message carved on Mulberry?” Tullius asked. Aristomache read it aloud.
“That isn’t evidence either way,” Tullius said. “It could be what a worker would say, or what a mischievous boy would imagine a worker would say.”
“Leaving aside the question of Kebes, if there’s a chance it’s genuine we need to stop tormenting the workers and begin to talk with them,” Sokrates urged.
“We can’t manage without the workers,” Lysias said.
“If the workers are slaves then there is a debate to be had,” Sokrates said. “You say the evidence isn’t yet conclusive. I agree. I am asking only to be able to collect more.”
“That’s fair,” Tullius said.
“If they’re slaves, then we need to treat them better and allow for the possibility of eventual manumission and immediate free time,” Aristomache said.
“That’s nonsense,” Lysias said. “What would they do? What could they want?”
“Those are excellent questions to which I would very much like answers,” Sokrates said. “Do you have any ideas?”
Lysias shook his head.
“If they are thinking beings we can’t keep them enslaved,” Aristomache said, flatly.
There was a rustle as people shifted uncomfortably in their seats. “Plato isn’t against slavery,” Tullius said. Slavery was one of those issues where time divided the masters. I myself was horrified at the thought. But Tullius had kept a houseful of slaves in Rome. It was different for him. “And if there ever were natural slaves, the workers are clearly that.”
“Let’s not have this argument,” Lysias said. “Not until we know whether we need to. The workers are machines. Tools. It still seems much more likely to be a hoax. I’m sorry, Sokrates, but that boy has taken in many of us before now and then turned and mocked us. He could well be doing the same to you.”
“I believe Kebes, but I understand that you have reason not to believe him,” Sokrates said.
Kebes had always been a troublemaker, from the very beginning. I knew him well, because he was a Florentine. He had run away several times—once he had even been flogged for it. Only since he had become friends with Sokrates had he seemed to settle down to work to become better. We had argued for a long time over whether he deserved the gold. We’d only decided he did because by definition any friend of Sokrates was a philosopher.
Lysias nodded and spread his hands to Sokrates and to Aristomache. “What do you want?”
“I want all the workers told that they are allowed to inscribe writing on the paths if they want to answer me,” Sokrates said.
“Might it not be unsightly?” Tullius asked.
“How could a Socratic dialogue be unsightly?” Aristomache asked. I laughed, and so did most of the Chamber.
“You’ll do it?” Sokrates asked.
“If it’s the will of the Chamber,” Lysias said.
“If it’s Kebes playing a hoax this will soon expose him,” Sokrates said. “Somebody will catch him doing it. Or somebody will see a worker doing it. So far both incidents have been small and easy to hide. The more there are, the more they will be visible.”
Tullius called for a show of hands, which went overwhelmingly for Sokrates.
“And the issue of removing their memories?” he asked.
“You don’t understand how much we need the workers!” Lysias said. “They do so much for us, some of it things you wouldn’t notice unless it wasn’t being done. Eventually the children will take over most of it, but right now we can’t manage without them. If they are free-willed and being compelled as slaves, which I don’t believe, we’ll have to find some way to persuade them to do the work. For now, we need them as they are, which means making them work when they freeze up in the feeding stations. There’s no evidence at all about why they do that. Even if you trusted it, this message says they don’t like the feeding stations. They’re just malfunctioning. If your cloak is falling off, you re-pin it. It’s the same thing here. Athene gave them to us as tools. She wouldn’t have given us slaves.”