I lurched forward into his outstretched arms.
19
‘This isn’t the way to the Legation,’ I said to Alypius.
We were alone in the dark, silent streets. Now the nights would be so much safer, Theophanes had said, I’d have no need of the armed escort he’d had in mind. It would be enough to have Alypius with me. He was armed, and that would be sufficient protection.
‘It is the way I am instructed to take you,’ he said coldly as we turned into the street that was one of the approaches to the square containing the University.
Light or dark, I’d never seen the streets of Constantinople so empty. The sound of our feet on the pavements echoed from the blank walls or shuttered faµades of the buildings. I knew them well enough by day but they were very different at this late hour.
Alypius led me into a side street, and then into a clearing that was neither a square nor a park. We stopped by a low brick building. He stepped forward and stroked the polished wood of the little door.
‘Do you know what this is?’ he asked.
‘No,’ I said. It was about the size and shape of a rich man’s tomb from the days of the Old Faith.
‘Behind this door’, he explained, ‘lies a flight of steps. They lead up from the basements that run beneath the Ministry.’
Dear God! Theophanes had kissed me goodbye in the main hall a quarter of a mile back. And every step I’d been taking since had still been just feet above that vaulted labyrinth of horror. How big was the place?
I looked at Alypius. If he was armed, it was at best a small sword he was keeping out of sight. Even unarmed, I might be able…
I dropped the thought. Behind Alypius stood the whole power of the Empire. I was as much in its power now as if tied to one of the racks under the Ministry.
He smiled, no doubt appreciating the look of dull fear I couldn’t be bothered to keep off my face. ‘I did say’, he added, ‘that the stairs lead up from the basements. You have already seen the place that invariable custom has made the entrance. At the first light of dawn, the heavy bolts that secure this door on the inside will be drawn and the door will swing outward. Twenty-three bodies will then be carried out. It will be neither more nor fewer than twenty-three. I checked the release forms that His Magnificence signed before dinner.
‘According to their station, some will be put into gibbets for display from the City walls. Some will be scattered in the main streets, there to be stepped over and shunned by shopkeepers and by those who toil in the manufactories. They will be reclaimed or cleared away before people like you are accustomed to fall out of bed.’
‘Why are you telling me this?’ I asked. Alypius was evidently trying to keep me scared. But for all he strained to imitate his master, he was no equal of Theophanes. Whatever else happened tonight, I was realising, the Empire would not be disposing of twenty-four corpses.
‘Why did you bring me here?’ I asked again. ‘No – since your sort never act but on orders, why did Theophanes have me brought here?’
‘Why do you suppose we do this, day after day?’ he asked in return.
‘The official answer’, I said, my nerve returning, ‘is that they are traitors. Really, of course, none may be guilty of anything at all. It’s really a matter of keeping control, isn’t it?’
If I’d annoyed Alypius by draining the surprise out of his answer, his face said nothing.
‘Back in the days when Maurice was Emperor,’ he continued, ‘we were victorious on all fronts, or holding our own. It was nothing to the scum who inhabit this City. Once when he returned from a victory over the Slavs, he was screamed at in the street because he’d put up taxes. The Ministers and even His Magnificence were mobbed in their chairs.
‘The function of Terror is to break up all the guilds and clubs and professional groupings of the City into an agglomeration of individuals, each looking over his shoulder to see what the others might be saying about him. If no one speaks his mind, no one joins forces. This means Heraclius can come here whenever he likes, and he’ll beat his head against the city gates until pestilence and famine have thinned the ranks of his followers.
‘How anyone gets on our death-lists is left to chance. The use of those lists, though, is wholly deliberate. Kill enough people and you can announce that the sun rises at dusk and wait for the applause. It also helps compensate for the falling off of tax revenue.’
‘I’ll ask again,’ I said. ‘Why are you telling me this? Why has Theophanes sent you here with me?’
Alypius moved away from the door and reached within his cloak. He pulled out his leather satchel.
‘While you were at dinner,’ he said, ‘there should have been a small riot in the Jewish quarter. A priest who was active in policing the conversion of the Jews will have been seriously injured. In view of this, His Magnificence will suggest to the Most Noble Caesar Priscus the need for making an example. A number of prominent persons will be arrested. Among these will be your banker, Solomon ben Baruch.’
This was the last thing I’d expected to hear. All thought of the Ministry dungeons was swept aside by the realisation that I was holding at least a dozen notes from Baruch. If he were taken in for treason or whatever, they’d be worthless.
But Alypius was continuing: ‘As you know, the Great Augustus has seen fit to command all the Jews of the Empire to embrace the True Faith of Jesus Christ.’
‘Yes,’ I said jeeringly, ‘and it’s set off wild rioting in every Eastern city still controlled by him. Haven’t the Jews of Antioch lynched the Patriarch there? Certainly, you’ll find no business with the Syrian traders.’
‘They have indeed murdered His Holiness of Antioch,’ came the stiff reply, ‘and the Jews will be punished just as soon as we have any spare forces in Syria. The word of Phocas is law, and he has been assured by a monk of the highest orthodoxy that the Empire will only fall to a circumcised race. He has therefore seen fit to accomplish what Saint Paul on his various missions failed to do.’
Well, that was an interesting prophecy – and it was made before the event. A shame, I suppose, the drunken fool hit on the wrong circumcised race.
Still Alypius hadn’t finished. ‘The Jew Baruch will be allowed’, he said, ‘to pay off some of the Caesar’s more embarrassing debts. In return for this, he will be released unharmed at nightfall. He will be free to give thanks the day after tomorrow in whatever Sunday service takes his fancy.’
‘I see,’ I sneered. ‘I suppose you’ll want paying for this information.’
Without bothering to reply, Alypius pushed his satchel into my hands.
‘This contains a number of drafts on a bank run by two Saracen brothers,’ he said. ‘You will pass these on the Exchange at whatever time and in whatever manner you see fit. The drafts are made out in your name. When you eventually see the Jew Baruch, the proceeds will be made payable to bearer. You will hand the new drafts to His Magnificence when you see him in a sealed packet. You will not discuss them with him.’
The moon came out from behind a cloud and lit up the space in which we were standing.
‘I don’t think’, I said to Alypius, ‘I need detain you any longer. I can probably make my own way safely back to the Legation. And, let’s face it, whoever tried to murder me yesterday will be snoring like a dog this time of night.’
‘There is one more matter,’ he said. ‘Though he has not yet had an opportunity to offer his congratulations, His Magnificence is aware that you became a father last night.
‘Of course, now you have been blessed with fatherhood, you will need to be still more prudent in your conduct. You have seen that Constantinople can be a dangerous place for those who do not look at all times to their safety. It can be dangerous for them – and, I feel it worth saying, for those around them.’