"3SV^&^* :^2ffij£ffl£M Ipilllli; L I B"RARY~ OF THE U N IVER.SITY Of ILLI NOIS T3e\; v.\ Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2010 with funding from University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign http://www.archive.org/details/icebound01thor ICE BOUND. BY WALTER THOENBURY, AUTHOR OF BRITISH ARTISTS FROM HOGARTH TO TURNER," " EVERY" MAN HIS OWN TRUMPETER," ETC., ETC. 'Thrilling regions of thick -ribbed ice." Measure for Measure. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. L LONDON : HURST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS, SUCCESSORS TO HENRY COLBURN, 13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET. 1861. The right 0/ Translation is reserved. LONDON t PRINTED BY R. BORN, GLOUCESTER STREET, regent's PARK. >» the madman's novel. 73 "No whispering!" said a sailor, pushing us apart. " He who bears misfortune like a god is already more than half divine," said the Stoic. " No mutiny on board ship ! * said the surly sailor, in whose way we had got, and striking the Greek a heavy blow over the back with the knotted end of a rope. In a moment the Stoic, forgetting his phi- losophy, roared with pain, and, seizing the sailor by the hair, flung him over a heap of buckets that stood near. " To revenge is human," I said, laughingly ; " but to forgive becomes the gods." " To resist oppression," said the Stoic, slinking away rather chapfallen, " is fitting all but the slave." An hour's sail brought us back to Baire. Accustomed to the great palaces of Herod on Mount Zion, the mountains of marble that formed the Holy Temple of Mount Moriah, and the great viaduct of the Tynpceum that 74 ICE BOUND. leaped over the valley and linked the two, I was still astonished. The huge moles of Puteoli and Baiae led on the eye to the Lucrine lake, and the distant fabulous avenues that lay beyond. Hercules, who was said in earlier ages to have thrown up a dyke on this coast, could scarcely, in all the might of a demigod, have imagined such miles of palaces as the Roman voluptuaries had here, raised in end- less terraces, that the sea chafed at, but could not destroy. Bath-rooms, and colon- nades, and porticoes, to catch the fresh sea air and expel the sun, arose in endless suc- cession. Palanquins and chariots thronged the white roads ; vessels gay with streamers encircled the imperial galley, now still at her moorings ; the shore resounded with the sound of drums and horns ; spear-heads glittered on the mole ; horses dashed past, either bringing or departing with messages to Rome — the great city that lay only two days' journey from us over that distant poisonous plain of the Pontine Marshes. the madman's novel. 75 "And here is that Leviathan," I thought; "and what am I in his sight but a bro- ther of dragons and a companion of owls?" But then again, in my despondency, I thought of the prayer of Isaiah, and sang, " Lord, be gracious unto us, we have waited for thee ; be thou our salvation also in the time of trouble ; " and I w r as comforted. " Oh, by Bacchus," said the fop, fawningly, waiting for the boat that was to take us on shore, "if you must sing, give us, ' Daphne, stay me with thine eyes,' or some pretty love thing, and none of those Hebrew dirges ; for when a man's thinking of the lictors he wants something lively and epicurean. Curse these Stoics, I haven't lived half a life yet ! " We passed through long galleries of busts and statues — the treasures of Athens and of Corinth ; we passed rooms through whose doorway I could see costly citron tables and rich couches, inlaid with amber and tortoise- shell ; the floors were starred with Mosaic, or paved with hard slabs of the red and green, 76 ICE BOUND. marble of Numidia. The walls, sometimes black, sometimes of a pale straw colour, often azure, were painted with the loves of danc- ing nymphs, fluttering garlands of birds and beasts, and chains of flowers. Here was Perseus rescuing Andromeda, there Icarus trying on his waxen wings. "And how is Caprineus?" said a man behind me in a low voice to an attendant soldier, who had recognized him — " still dis- coursing who was Hecuba's mother with the grammarians, what tunes the Sirens played, or I suppose still writing death-warrants for his favourite, Sejanus?" " Hist ! " said the man — " the Jew hears us." " Callipedes," said the other, "is just as usual, always starting for Rome, but never venturing far from his den, with the green ditch round it. May the gods blind me if I believe he is not sinking fast ; for he only drinks one amphora a-day, and that of Augus- tus's Setine ; he's mad now about building, the madman's novel. 77 nothing goes down but plans for cupolas and forums, till I am sick of the sight of a fellow with a roll of paper in his hand — still anything to keep him from murder. " As the gossips were thus venting their spleen at their Emperor's expense, we suddenly entered the room in which the Emperor stood surrounded by his builders, Greek astrologers and grammarians. In the background were several tributary kings, whose suits were pending at his court. They thought them- selves his guests. They were, in fact, his prisoners, and he their jailor. Some attend- ants were measuring the doorways, while bronzed workmen stood by, ready to turn this villa, which had once belonged to Lu- cullus, into some fresh form of grandeur and luxury. Advancing with slow and solemn steps, my companion saluted Tiberius as Augustus and Imperator, but he did not for a moment even turn his back. When he did, I saw he was an old man, 78 ICE BOUND. with once handsome features, now grown red and swollen, and spotted with excess. His eyes were large, fixed, and severe. He held his neck stiff and erect, and eyed us frowning and in silence — looking occasionally, from time to time, at the fawning builder's plan. I observed he was bald, and wore a laurel crown. In the prime of life he must have been robust and hale, for his chest was broad and his hands large and strong ; but he was now shrunk and withered, and the paper shook as he held it. I saw at once the sus- picious, pedantic, reserved, tyrant of Capri. He whispered for a moment with an attend- ant, to whom he handed a lyre, which he had held in his left hand ; and then, stealing towards us, he fixed his eye full on me, and addressed me in an angry voice, as he called for a plumb-line to make some fresh measurement. "Are you," he said, "the god-hater, who denies the divinity that eleven cities of Asia, and that all the world besides, THE madman's novel. 79 are so eager to adore — by the Lemures I will" — and he swept the air with his hand, as if he held a sword. " Lord and master," said the ambassadors of the eleven cities, pressing forward from a throng of freedmen and courtiers, " still more and more justly will you hate these Jews when you learn that they alone of all mankind have refused to sacrifice for your safety." " My Lord and master," I said, falling on my knees, " we are slandered " — for I saw his tiger's eye darken, and feared instant death — " we have sacrificed for you whole burnt- offerings, not feasting on the victims, but making holocausts." " Be it so," he said — " you sacrifice for me, but not to me," and he tore the plan with his teeth, in the outburst of his rage. " Here, Magasbas," to an African slave, " for though I am a god, I drink Falernian," up to the gold. Ere I could stammer a word of excuse, or explain that I myself was no rebel, but a quiet physician of Jerusalem, the Emperor 80 ICE BOUND. had hurried off to another apartment to see the plans for a new tepidarium ! We hurried after him, backwards and for- wards, up stairs and along galleries, the ambassadors pointing and mocking at me as we went. The windows of the chamber, filled with a transparent stone, that admitted light, but not the wind, and tempered the sun, astonished me even in my fear. All of a sudden, at the end of a gallery, he turned on me, and said, " Pray, sir, why do not the Jews eat pork?" At this the ambassadors burst into such an astonished roar of laughter at the Emperor's wit, that they had to be forced back, amid the shrugs and corrective looks of the attendants. I saw the Emperor face about, and I seized my opportunity. " Every nation," I said, hurriedly, " has its own customs, even our colonies ; the Greeks have their mysteries. Some na- THE MADMAN'S NOVEL. 81 tions refrain from eating the flesh of lambs. " " Quite right," said Tiberius, drily, looking round for applause ; " the meat's bad." Again the ambassadors roared, and Tibe- rius laughing too, the attendants also laughed ; I alone stood angry and vexed. " Laugh, man," said the dandy, in my ear ; "laugh, or your life isn't worth an hour's purchase, and you'll be a sop in that cursed yellow Tiber, perhaps, even before me." Roused by this I smiled mournfully. Instantly the Emperor relaxed his iron face, and said, as he shaded his eyes to criticise a fresco picture of two Cupids drawing a Biga that was driven by a butterfly, "Men who think me no god, are, after all, more unfortunate than criminal — let the poor Jew go." The moment he had said these words the expression of every face around altered. Some made way fur me — others offered me a place in the front rank — the fop kept jogging my elbow and instructing me to keep my face in vol. I. G 82 ICE BOUND. a smile, or I should still float in that cursed pea-soup river. While I was still trembling, like a man just snatched from the edge of a precipice, one of the train stepped forward. But before I knew whether I was even jet saved from the jaws of this monster, who gnawed the world, a rhetorician of Cos, a loud- voiced, conceited declaimer, vain and empty, advanced, and tucking up his mantle in the Grecian fashion, began, in the name of the people of further Spain, to entreat that they might be deemed worthy to erect a temple to worship Tiberius. " The best of mortals, as Hercules and Bacchus among the Greeks, and Romulus among the Komans, had sought and gained such a place among the Immortals. For the hopes of such an apotheosis Augustus had lived a hero's life ; but Tiberius, by nature almost divine, had won the crown before the genius of death had reversed his torch." Then with a grand flourish and a look the madman's novel. 83 round to secure applause, he concluded, " Princes," he said, " may command the pre- sent, but it should be their dearest ambition thus to take pledges for the future — indiffer- ence to fame is indifference to virtue." To all this harangue Tiberius replied with a single smile at the Greek accent with which the coxcombical orator pronounced his Latin. He even drew out his ivory tablets and made what I suppose were notes of the most flagrant anachronisms. The flattered gram- marian, thinking the Emperor was taking notice of his speech, strutted about in a way that roused even the courtier's mirth. "By Bacchus, is this thy Silenus?" said the Emperor, selecting from the crowd a squat iEdile, who, very uncomfortable in superb Sidonian robes, was hiding his con- fusion behind my friend the fop. " Speak, man ; on what bean-soup errand art thou come, for I'll swear thou art no shunner of pork?" " This man," said a dignified chamberlain, g2 84 ICE BOUND. looking at the fat country magistrate with extreme contempt, "is an iEdile of the once famed Ilium " (every one stared, for one more unlike Priam never walked), "and he comes as an ambassador from that town, to sympathize with your highness on the death of the illus- trious Gerrnanicus." I never saw on human face so horrid a shadow as passed over the face of Tiberius at the mention of that hated name. In a moment, as by an effort of habitual reserve, the deadly purple that had darkened his cheeks faded, however, into a still more ghastly paleness, a strange smile brightened his stealthy and blcod-shot eyes, and with a low bow he said, turning to the perspiring iEdile — " Tell the people of Ilium I thank them, and beg to express my sincere regret at the loss of their much-lamented townsman, Hector." Then, with a scowl of rage, the Emperor and his train of stewards, builders, and work- men, poured out of the chamber. THE madman's novel. 85 The iEdile was wonderful to contemplate. I could see that he hardly knew whether to treat Tiberius's answer as a sneer or a compli- ment ; but the alarmed looks of those around him, and their ominous whispers, soon con- vinced him of the truth ; he stood like one who had just been scared by the Medusa's head, and feels his flesh fast hardening into stone. The fop seized the opportunity (rather un- seasonably) to ask the unhappy man if it was not true that the quails about the Scamander were of a rare flavour ; and the rhetorician, now the centre of a crowd of flatterers — one of whom, with loathsome servility, was brushing some pretended dust from his sleeve — bade the iEdile be of good courage, and he would befriend him with Caesar. While we were all occupied with our mingled hopes and fears, and were discussing the Emperor's smiles and gestures, the sten- torian voice of a Liburnian usher suddenly awed us into silence. " Tiberius, the princeps, commands that 86 ICE BOUND. Colophon, the grammarian of Cos, for daring to address him by word of mouth, contrary to the Manlian law, be banished for thirty years to the island of Melita, in the ^Egean ; he also dismisses the iEdile of Ilium, Julius Bessus, and presents him with a beryl can- tharus, to keep as a remembrance of his painful journey." Immediately the fat iEdile's face gathered up into pleasant puckers, and the grammarian's whitened into that of a corpse. " Oh ! my wife and children ! " he cried; u what, no delay ?" But the next moment two strong Cap- padocian attendants tied the wretched man's hands behind him, and pushed him before them to the doorway. As he passed through he turned, and ex- claimed with a sigh, " Farewell, friends ; a dying man salutes ye!" I must say this for the fussy, good-natured iEdile, that I saw him run after Colophon and push a purse into his girdle. I wish I could, the madman's novel. 87 for the credit of humanity, however, suppress the fact that the moment the kind Trojan's back was turned, one of the guardsmen snatched the bag from its receptacle, and wagging it in the orator's eyes, grinned at his companion. Perhaps a tedious hour had elapsed before I was called by an attendant to wait upon the Emperor in his library. I found him writing ; his favourite dwarf, ludicrously called Atlas, was sorting some rolls and parchments, the newest works just arrived from Home, the latest despatches from the East ; the drip, drip of a bronze water-clock was the only sound that broke the silence. The Emperor scarcely noticed my presence as I entered, but went on muttering, " I have got a wolf by the ears, but the toils are ready — let's see" (and he counted on his fingers) — " on the Rhine eight legions, three in Iberia, Africa two, and two in Egypt, a legion at Antioch, and one at Cesarea, two on the Danube, and two in the Isles ; two more in Dalmatia, and then the Suban and Praetorian 88 ICE BOUND. Guards, if they do not play false, and Macro is but true." Then he looked up, and called an officer who was writing at a neighbouring desk. " More complaints, Piso, of this Pilate — a carpenter's son of Nazareth executed ; just when we should be firm in the East, to strike the one blow that saves all. Bid him be recalled ; write to-night — and send him to the Alps — that will cool his insolence, after the sun of Syria; but no more state affairs now, Atlas, till after caena." Then suddenly glancing at his tablets — " Oh, notes made by the delatores (spies) during the voyage of the ' Serapis/ that, during a storm off Corsica, Lucius Balbus, cornet in the 10th legion, vowed to Neptune to offer his hair in the temple of that god — that at the same time Mycon, a Stoic philo- sopher, of Alexandria, also a state prisoner, vowed, if he got safe to land, to fight a lion in the amphitheatre. " These being my friends, I would not," the madman's novel. 89 said the Emperor, "with his usual devilish smile, 11 that such pious vows as theirs were broken. No, by the gods, let the fop be shaven, and the Stoic sent instantly to the lions at Rome ; and when the fop is shaved, despatch him to help his fellow-traveller — for a Libyan lion is work enough for two such men as our philosopher. No parleying — you heard what I said, Piso — to the lions with them — away!" I stepped forward, and, falling on my knees, caught hold of the Emperor's robe, and prayed for the soldier's life. " By Zeus," he said, " but a Jew makes a better friend than a Roman — let the fool then be sent to Syene." " He comes from there," said the attendant. " Then let him be sent back there, for I know no worse punishment; and tell him to pray twice a-day for my health, for I have a cursed cough that torments my chest. Begone! am I no Caesar, that I am to be obeyed by no one ? Begone, slave, or beware the carp tank ! " 90 ICE BOUND. I shuddered at these words, for I had been told, during my voyage, not only of the fact that the Emperor delighted to watch victims writhing in the waves under the rocks of Capri, but of one wretched slave whom he had thrown into the fish-tank, where he was devoured by pike kept there for the use of the imperial kitchen. He saw my terror, and smiled — again that dreadful smile! " Do you like poetry ?" he said suddenly; " you Jews, I hear, have no poetry." I humbly alluded to our great poets, and quoted him a part of the triumphant psalm of Miriam, so full of martial exultation, having in- deed turned it, during the voyage, into iambics. " Sophos," he said, with a pedantic air, that affected omniscience, " but I object to that word * emblema/ it is mere Greek, and not pure Latin. I have here by me a mere — a trifling work of my own, written in the manner of Messala Corvinus. It is though hardly worth your hearing — it's only a dia- THE MADMAN'S NOVEL. 91 logue between a thrush and an oyster, a dis- pute settled by the interference of Juno." I listened with all the interest I could assume, but ray applause was hardly rap- turous enough for one so cloyed with flattery. " I observe," he said, " the elaborate construc- tion of our verse escapes you." I could see that all this time some trouble preyed upon him, and would not let him rest. His eyes were always wandering to the door or the window. His clammy fingers were feverishly pulling off his rings, or fumbling in his breast as for some concealed weapon. He opened now his pencase — now loosened or tightened his robe. All of a sudden he clicked his fingers, and a black slave entered. " Cygnus," he said, " call Caius hither, re- quest him to bring the despatches from Se- janus, and bid Macro order out the guard, for I go at once to Rome." " To Rome!" stammered the slave, and disappeared. 92 ICE BOUND. Sejanus, I knew, was the dreaded favourite, now at the climax of his power, and about, it was rumoured, to become son-in-law to the Emperor. I wondered what had led me into the confidence of the tyrant, who every now and then spoke to me with a kindness unusual to his cold and reserved nature. Preceded by an usher, Caius, generally known by the soldiers' nickname of Caligula, entered. The son of Germanicus was tall and thin ; his limbs shrunk and lank, his walk shambling, his head prematurely bald, his complexion sallow, his voice shrill and harsh, his handsome features deformed by a scowl and writhing expression. " What news, Caius, from our beloved city ? " said Tiberius, in reply to Caligula's humble salutation. "The best news in the world/' he replied, with shrill and excited gesticulation, as if lashing a horse. " The green are everywhere victorious, and talk of building a fresh circus in the fourteenth region." the madman's novel. 93 " Bah ! " said Tiberius, " what trash is this ! Leave the red and blue charioteers to the tavern gossips, and such fools as Yerus and Milo. What tidings bring you from our Sejanus — our beloved Sejanus?" " Our beloved Sejanus," replied Caligula, looking keenly from under his eyebrows, "not having room on earth, must needs jostle you on Olympus. Not satisfied with the consul- ship, the senate have just decreed an altar to Clemency and Friendship, and by its side images of their Jupiter" (bowing to Tiberius), " and of this Prometheus are to be placed." " A second Patroclus to a second Achilles," said Tiberius. " He prays, also, that the gods may soon bless him, and enable him to visit his dear father-in-law, and his equally dear bride, Li- villa — whose indisposition grieves him to the soul — at the tranquil nest of the muses, Capri." Caligula turned aside as if to conceal a slight smile at the obvious insincerity of the crafty favourite's letter. 94 ICE BOUND. " And what say the private letters of the delatores (spies) ? " said Tiberius, impatiently — " what is the talk of the forum and market- places ? " " They say that the proudest families of Eome — the Manlii, Camilli, Cincinnati, and Sevii — wait like slaves at the doors of this modern Tarquin ; that the blues and greens have vowed rival races in his honour ; that all the flat-nosed gladiators of the fencing schools are swearing to fight in the games on his next birth-day ; that altars are raised before his pictures, and sacrifices are being offered in all quarters of the city." " He is the shadow of the Emperor," said Tiberius, calmly, without moving a muscle, " and the bean-eaters of the Suburra love its shelter." Long distrust of mankind had given the Emperor an iron fixity of face, that furnished no indication of feeling for the keenest phy- siognomist to observe. " Seven hundred and fifty-two years," he THE MADMAN'S NOVEL. 95 continued, " since Rome was founded, and never before lived the man whose robe the Fabii and Mamerci ever knelt together to kiss. Such a minister is as the vine to the elm." " Or the ivy to the oak," said Caligula ; but Tiberius took no heed of the sarcasm. " Here is, also, the last fable of your freed- man, Phaedrus, one which is the talk of all the cookshops of the herb-market. This letter tells me that, at the baths and the law- courts — at temples even during the sacrifices — this fable is buzzed about amid the laughter of a thousand mouths and ten thousand eyes." "Read it!" said Tiberius. " Something against the object of our favour, or it would not, by Hercules, I know, go down with the greasy rabble, whose only cry is, * Bread and games ! ' " With a keen smile of intelligence, Caligula read aloud the following well-known fable, which a crafty Greek intended as a satire on the reigning favourite, Sejanus, at a time when plainer truth would have brought the 96 ICE BOUND. writer to the Tarpeian Hill or the fatal stairs. " A certain jackdaw, puffed up with vanity, tricked himself out with the stray feathers of a peacock, which he found dropped upon the straw of a farmyard. Elated by his gaiety, the foolish bird mixed with a flock of the proud birds of Juno, and strutted about as if their equal, or even their very king, elected by Jove. For a time the peacocks took no notice of the intruder ; but, at last, provoked by his insolence and assumption, they fell upon him, beak and claw, in a moment stripped him of all his borrowed finery, and finally drove him away cruelly bleeding and half dead/' " Half dead — very well ! n cried a parasite of Caligula's. " Well for a Thracian," said Tiberius ; " but the fable is full of old phrases from Ennhis, quite out of date. I will re-write the thing for him, throw in a little more alle- gory, and turn it into flowing alcaics." " Flowing alcaics !" said the parasite, whose business it was to echo. " Sophos ! " (bravo). THE madman's novel. 97 " But, Agrippa," said Tiberius, turning round abruptly, with the air of a man who snaps a brittle net. I could see that the Emperor was leaping at the throat of an overwhelming thought. I looked up, and at once recognized, in the commanding figure that pressed through the doorway, where the more favoured guards and officers waited, watching me as I stood a spectator of the imperial conferences, Agrippa, the grandchild of the cruel Herod, the bro- ther of the beautiful Herodias, the claimant of the Jewish throne, and the favourite com- panion of Caligula. His oriental features were imperious and beautiful, his chin was full, his eyes were dark and lustrous, his bearing that of one who, accustomed to unqualified obedience, found it difficult to conceal his contempt for the herd of pimps and slaves that filled the court of a Roman palace. His very step was lighter and more free than that of these conquerors of the world, who trembled at the voice of a dying old man. VOL. I. H 98 ICE BOUND. "I find it difficult/' said Tiberius, "to converse freely with this Jew, who is, I find, a learned physician of your Jerusalem," said Tiberius to Agrippa. " I would have you ask him" (for I had affected to know but little Latin, in order to escape the tyrant's interrogation) " whether the star of — " (here he whispered, and pointed to a horoscope marked with Chaldaic characters on the table) — " and mine are not, as Thras- gillus, my seer, tells me, antagonistic." Agrippa instantly replied, that he had fresh despatches from Syria to submit to the Em- peror. He had discovered that Csesarea could bear an annual tax of ten millions more ses- terces ; but he craved the dismissal of the proconsul Lucius Balbus, who had persecuted the Jews at Alexandria, and who had been there three times the usual term of procon- sular stay. (Balbus I knew as an insolent creature of Sejanus, but one not hostile to my countrymen). An unconscious glance of my eye caught the madman's novel. 99 the attention of Agrippa, who returned it with a look of hatred. "I can tell fables as well as Phaedrus," said Tiberius. " Listen, Agrippa, and observe the purity of my Latin, for your own pronun- ciation is not quite perfect : — t A number of flies once settled on a soldier's wound, and a compassionate passer by the camp would have brushed them away. To his astonishment, the sufferer bade him refrain for the love of Jove ; 1 For,' said he, ' these flies have been at it ever since Prandium, and are beginning now to be bearable ; but, if you drive them off, they will be instantly succeeded by new comers, with keener stings and fresher appetites.' " The courtiers laughed as the Emperor con- cluded; Caligula screamed, and the parasite echoed, " Fresher appetites ! " as if he could not restrain his delight. Agrippa, ever cool and self-concentrated, occupied himself during the buzz of praise and compliments in bidding me, in Hebrew, h2 100 ICE BOUND. tell the Emperor that much danger awaited him from Saturn, under whose influence that nameless person's house of life seemed to be, according to the Chaldaic diagram. " As the Lord liveth, and as my soul liveth ! ,] I exclaimed, wringing my hands, " oh, Agrippa ! I know nothing of the jug- gling art of the Chaldeans." " Miserable cheat ! " he said, drawing me into a corner, and squeezing my wrist with a clutch that made me bend with pain, " dare to refuse thy king, and thy blood shall be poured out this very night as a sacrifice to devils ! Blab ! and I will declare thee a well- known poisoner, and thou shalt go feed the fish that swarm round Capri ! " " By the wringing of his hands, you see," said Agrippa, turning to the Emperor, " that this astrologer sees much evil in the stars." "By Him that sitteth between the Cheru- bim, my lord Agrippa ! " I said, still in Hebrew, supplicatingly, " I cannot do this great wicked- ness and sin against God ! " THE MADMAN'S NOVEL. 101 11 What says the man ? He appears trou- bled," said Tiberius. " He declares that death is indicated by the star Mars, and the Pleiades convince him that the danger is but five days hence, and that it comes from " " But "why does the sage turn away ? " " He is lost in thought." " Dog !" he whis- pered to me, in Hebrew, " say from Rome, or thou diest to-night by my hand." " From Rome," I said, mechanically. I saw the Emperor shudder, and close his tablets with a clash. I little knew on what fresh crime he had just then determined. " The Rubicon must then be crossed," he muttered, in an under breath, that few who stood near him could hear. " What name was that to-day, Caius?" Tibe- rius said, leaping on his feet and calling for his litter. "We will to Rome to-night; we must get as far as Appii Forum, or at least to the sixth mile-stone. What ! are we to have vipers hatched under our very pillows ? No. But 102 ICE BOUND. these are no words — I am not well, gentle- men — I must to Rome — what, a pet fox grown dangerous ! — clear the room ! I have had no sleep ; keep out that detestable sun- light, it burns my brain, to see it dance on the water in the court. " Then the Em- peror threw himself on a couch and called for wine. " Kneel to kiss his hand/' said Agrippa in my ear ; " and contrive to touch his pulse." I did so, and whispered in Hebrew that it was low and feeble. A glance of triumph leaped up in his eye, and he made a signal almost imperceptible even to Caligula's stealthy dissimulation, no outburst of the Emperor could ever throw him off his guard. It was said of him afterwards that he was the best servant and worst master that ever lived. " Tell him," said Agrippa, turning to me imperiously, and still speaking in Hebrew — for the Emperor was now engaged in listening to a number of lampoons, with which his sus- picious nature delighted to vex itself daily — the madman's novel. 103 " that yesterday you saw a white owl killed by a butcher bird, and that that is an omen of the noble being in danger from the base." "I cannot, and will not, sin thus against God and my own soul," I answered. " Eefuse," he said, " and thou shalt be thrown at once into the slave prison, or sent for sale to the trainers of the gladiators. Thou canst go to no part of the world but my long hand will seize thee. In the furthest Libya even my poisons will taint sure as thy asp, or my invisible arrows pierce thy heart." " Drive me not to despair, Agrippa," I cried ; " for even the worm turns, even the nest-bird pecks at the serpent." " Another word," he said, twitching my cloak fiercely, u and I will splash the wall with thy brains, thou minister of Pluto." " My lord Tiberius," I said, rushing for- ward, and falling on my knees, to kiss the hem of the Caesar's robe. " Imperator, prince, protector of the weak, save me from this 104 ICE BOUND. fierce noble, in whose sight I am but as the dust of the earth." " By Hercules, what slave of mine dares to threaten one who has proved himself a wise physician (though a Jew), and a good judge of poetry ; some sweeper of the hall, I dare swear, whose sceptre is his palm-brush, and whose only rival is the porter. Name him, fellow ! Is it my strong Thracian, who can sweep a sheep in two at one blow of his sword; or our burly Ligurian, who can fell a bull at a buffet?" " It is neither of these, great Emperor," I said, veiling my face ; " but the one that stands beside you," pointing to the grandchild of Herod. "What! thou, Agrippa?" " Nay, sire ; I did but ask the fellow, who I doubt is no pure Jew, the means of testing the true Arabian cassia, and he flies at me thus like a madman." "Be silent!" he whispered, in Hebrew, " or thou shalt never see another Feast of THE MADMAN'S NOVEL. 105 Tabernacles — I swear it by the glory in the Temple." " He threatens me again, my lord, now — not a moment since ; he tells me, in Hebrew, that I shall never see another Feast of Taber- nacles, if I dare to speak." "What is this, Agrippa?" said Tiberius, stamping his foot; "is Csesar to be fooled before his very eyes, — was it for nought that Herod treated his children, as the divine Au- gustus said, worse than his swine?" " May the king live for ever ! " said Agrippa, with an Oriental motion of homage ; " but the quack is sick in the brain. I only bade him come to my chamber, that he might prepare for me a febrifuge, such as the Syrian leeches use." " I suspect some stratagem," replied Tibe- rius, "for I see an evil spirit in thine eye; but the Jew shall not be hurt, he shall read me the verses of his people sometimes after the bath — they will give a zest to the warmer fancies of our own Ovid." 106 ICE BOUND. 11 Prepare thy tomb!" muttered Agrippa in Hebrew. u There, again he threatens me, and bids me prepare for death," I cried. " Agrippa," said the Emperor, turning round with an air that betrayed no particle of emotion, " two days since, at the fourth hour, you drove with Caius towards Naples. At the third milestone from Pausilippo you spoke to your companion in Greek." " Two days since I drove to Naples," said Agrippa, sullenly, and fixing his eyes on Tiberius, whose face was stiff as that of a corpse. He continued, paying no heed to the reply : " You said to Caius: ' The lion is near his end, his claws are blunt : write to Sejanus, and offer him a tribunate if he will convoke the senate, and send two lictors to " "It is false!" murmured Agrippa; " the deaf charioteer is a spy, and hired by my enemies." "Macro," said Tiberius, pointing to Agrippa, the madman's novel. 107 " take him to the Matnertine. Agrippa, farewell, and thank thy God that the lion has not used his claws ; Caius, learn dis- cretion, and never employ deaf charioteers. A second such drive may bring you to the narrow house in Rome, that stands so dangerously near the edge of the Tarpeian. But no more jesting ; now, Caius, what say the plebs of me ?" " The journals are dull," said Caius, " and the Squibs duller. Nothing but rhymes to the comedian Bathyllus and odes to Galloper; that won the last race for the Blue party in the Circus. Let me see — oh, Plautilla, who went to Baise a Penelope, has returned a Helen." " Well put," said Tiberius. u An epigram too on old Scaurus, who is al- ways giving a feast to celebrate his reconcile- ment with his wife. Phoedrus calls him the man who has been married a thousand times, and always to the same woman." " Good," said Tiberius, assuming the critic —"good!" 108 ICE BOUND. " Report that a Sabine vintner, in disgust at his district's wine, has invented a means of making water intoxicating. Proposed that 500 statues be erected to him in the Forum, and that he be called ' Benefactor of the Roman world/ if he is successful ; but if not, that he be ducked in the Tiber, and then drowned in a wine vat, to propitiate the vintners, who, if it is true, intend to ravage Gaul." " Ye gods!" said Tiberius, suddenly rising and stamping with impatience, " is all the world leagued to drive the old man into Hades? Ye are all traitors and cheats, all — all ; there is no hope but in Jove — only in Jove. Listen- ers at every door, and behind every hanging — every kiss of the hand but to see how long my pulse will beat in life" — (glancing at me in a way that showed me he had observed the ges- ture of Agrippa) — " no smile but to deceive — no look of greeting but to count my wrinkles or measure the hollows of my cheek. If I eat less than usual, then a hundred letters ; if I the madman's novel. 109 eat more, then slanders of my debauches ; but, mark you, I bid you beware ! ,; (and the slaves, accustomed to these outbursts of fury, shrunk from the room) — " there is life in the old tyrant as you call him yet ; let traitors beware — but go, Caius, and bid Hierocles bring the letters of the spies, that we may try and smoke some more of these foxes out of their holes. Had I but a hundred heads now at my feet, I should grow young again, like .