to go and find out where the stranger came from. Hercules went, and though he had never been daunted by all the monsters in the world, he really got quite a shock at the sight of this new sort of creature, with its curious mode of progression and its raucous inarticulate voice, which was like that of no known terrestrial animal but suggested some strange beast of the sea. Hercules thought that his Thirteenth Labour was upon him. However, he looked more closely and decided that it was some kind of a man. He went up to it and said what a Greek naturally would say:
Most honoured stranger, let me now demand Thy name, thy lineage, thy paternal land.
Claudius was pleased to find himself among literary men. He hoped to find some niche in Heaven for his historical works. So he replied with another quotation, also from Homer, which conveyed the fact that he was Claudius Caesar:
The winds my vessel bore From ravaged Troy to the Ciconian shore.
But the next verse was much truer and just as Homeric:
And boldly disembarking there and then, I sacked a, city, murdering all its men.
And he would have made Hercules, who is not particularly brightwitted, take this literally, if there had not been someone in attendance on Claudius - the Goddess Fever. She alone of the Gods and Goddesses of Rome had left her temple and come along with him. And what she said was: `The man's lying. I can tell you everything about him, because I have lived with him for very many years now. He was born at Lyons, a fellow citizen of Marcus's. Yes, a native Celt, born at the sixteenth milestone from Vienne: so of course he conquered Rome, as any good Celt would. I give you my honest word that he was born at Lyons - you know Lyons, surely? It's the place where Licinus was king for so long. Surely you know Lyons, you who have covered more miles in the course of your travels than any country carrier? And you must know, too, that it's a long way from the Lycian Xanthus to the Rhone.' .This stung Claudius, and he registered his anger in the loudest roar he could command. Nobody could make out exactly what he was saying, but as a matter of fact he was ordering the Goddess Fever to be removed from his presence and making the customary sign with his trembling hand (always steady enough for that, though for practically nothing else) for her head to be cut off But for all the attention that was paid to this order you might have thought that the people present were his own freedmen.
Hercules' said: `Now listen to me, you, and stop making a fool of yourself. Do you know what sort of place this is? It's where mice nibble holes in iron, that's the sort of place it is. So let's have your story straight, or I'll spill some of that nonsense from a hole in the top of your head.' To impress his personality on Claudius still more strongly, he struck a melodramatic attitude and began rolling out the following lines:
Quick, the whole truth! Where were you born and why? Tell me at once, or with this club you die,. That's cracked the skull of many a dusky king.; (What's that? Speak up! I can't make out a thing.) Where did you, get that wiggly-waggly head? Is there a town where freaks like you are bred? But stay, once in the course of my tenth quest (I had to travel out to the far West And bring back with me to a town of Greece. The oxen of three-bodied Geryones), I noticed a large hill, which when he rises The very first thing that the Sun God spies is. I mean the place where headlong-tumbling Rhone Is met by shallow, wandering Saone, Most vague of streams - the town between these two, Tell me was it responsible for you?
His delivery was most bold and animated, but all the same he had little
confidence in himself' and feared the `fool's blow', as the saying is.
However, Claudius, finding himself face to face with a big hero like Hercules, changed his tone, and began to realize that what he said herb; did not have anything like the same force as at Rome; that a cock, in fact, is worth most on its own dung-hill. So this is what he said, or at least what he was understood to say: `O Hercules, bravest of all the Gods, I had hoped you would stand by me; and when your fellow Gods called for someone to vouch for me, you were the person I was: going to name. And you know me very well really, don't you? Think for a moment. I'm the man who used to sit judging cases in front of your temple day after day, even in July and August, the hottest months of the year. You know what a miserable time I had there, listening to the barristers talking on and on all day and night. If you had fallen among that lot, though you're the strongest of the strong, I'm sure you'd have much preferred to clean out the Augean stables again. I reckon that I drained away far more sewage than you did. But since I want ...'
[Some pages are missing here. A group of Gods all talking together are now addressing Hercules: he has forcibly introduced Claudius, whom he has consented to champion, into the Heavenly Senate.]
You even burgled' Hell once and went off with Cerberus on your back: so it's not surprising that you managed to burst your way into this House. No lock could ever keep you out.'
`- But just tell us, what sort of a God do you want this fellow to be made? He can't be a God in the Epicurean style: for Diogenes Laertius'; says: 'God is blessed and incorruptible and neither takes trouble nor causes trouble to anyone.' As for a Stoic God, that sort, according to Varro, is a perfectly rounded whole - in fact completely globular without either a head or sexual organs. He can't be that sort.'
`- Or can he? If you ask me, there is something' of the Stoic God about him: he has no head, and no heart either.'
`- Well, I swear that even if he had addressed this petition to Saturn instead of Jove he would never have been granted it - though when he was alive he kept Saturn's All Fools Festival going all the year round,a truly Saturnalian Emperor'.
`- And what sort of a chance do you think he has with Jove, whom he as good as condemned for incest? I mean, he killed his son-in-law Silanus just because Silanus had a sister, the most delightful girl in the world, whom everyone called Queen Venus, but he preferred to call Juno.'
Claudius said: `Yes, why did he do it? I want to know why. Really, now his own sister!'
`-Look it up in the book, stupid! Don't you know that you may sleep with your half-sister at Athens, and that at Alexandria it can be a whole one?'
`Well, at Rome,' said Claudius, `mice are just mice. They lick meal. '
Is this drawing-master teaching us to improve our curves? Why, he doesn't even know what goes on in his own bedroom.'
`- And now he's conning the secret realms of sky and wanting to be a God.'
`A God, eh? I suppose he isn't satisfied with his temple in Britain where the savages worship him and humbly pray 'Almighty Fool, have mercy upon us!' '
It occurred to Jove that senators were not allowed to debate while strangers were present in the House. `My Lords,' he said, `I gave you permission to cross-examine this person, but by the noise you are making anyone would mistake this for the cheapest sort of knocking-shop. Please observe the rules of the House. I don't know who this person is, but whatever will he think of us?'
So Claudius was taken out again and Father Janus was called upon to open the debate. He had been made Consul for the afternoon of July 1st next, and was a brilliant fellow, with a pair of eyes in the back of his head.' He had a temple in the Market Place, so naturally he made a splendid speech: but it was too fast for the official recorder to take down, so I will not attempt to report it in full, not wishing to distort anything he said. At any rate, his theme was the Majesty of the Gods and that one ought not to cheapen Godhead by random distribution of the honour. `It was a great thing once to be a God,' he said, `but now you've brought it down to the level of jumping- beans. I don't want you to think that I am speaking against the deification of any one particular man; I am speaking quite generally; and to make this clear I move that, from now on, Godhead be conferred on none of those who, in Homer's phrase,
eat the harvest of the field,
nor yet of those whom, again in a phrase of Homer's,
nourishes the fruitful soil.
After my motion has been voted on and pronounced law, it should be made a criminal offence for any man to be made, displayed, or portrayed as a God, and any offender against the law should, I suggest, be handed-over to the Hobgoblins and at the next Public Show be flogged with a birch among the new sword-fighters.'
The next to be called upon was Diespiter, the Underground God, son of Vica Pota, the God of Victory. He had been chosen for the Consulship and was a professional moneylender: he also used to sell citizenships in a quiet way. Hercules went up to him with a friendly smirk and whispered something in his ear, so he came out with the following speech: `The God Claudius is related to the God Augustus. The Goddess Augusta,'' whom he deified himself, is his grandmother; so, as he is by far the most learned man who has ever lived, and since as a matter of public policy someone ought to join the God Romulus in
