whohave fed his lust for power, but the truth is that I have only tried to feedhis caution, which has hut little appetite. He says that the republic can no longerfunction, that the nobles have grown decadent and cannot rule. Without him, hesays. the government would collapse and there would once more be civil war. Hecannot believe that Rome would wish that. Perhaps Rome does not. but I fearthat there are many Romans. men who seek influence and power, who do. Caesar isa great man. Antonia. and great men inspire jealousy in lesser men.”
“But Caesar is well protected. is he not?” asked Andre. “Doeshe not have the Egyptian guard that you presented to him?”
“Yes, he does.” said Cleopatra. “but he keeps them only becauseI begged him to take them for my sake. he begrudges their presence. He saysthat they make him look afraid, distrustful of his fellow Romans. He says thatno man can truly guard against assassins who are determined. Must one live inconstant fear. he says, trusting no one. afraid to eat without a taster. afraidto set foot outside his rooms without a dozen guards? I have changed my destiny,he says. I have set my feet upon a new path. I know not what he means when hesays such things. He believes that Rome cannot do without him and so there islittle risk to him. But I am happy that he keeps the guards, even if he does itjust to please me. It was Apollodorus who suggested it. He picked the men himself,knowing my concern for Caesar. He promises that they will keep him safe. but Ifear for him just the same. Even now, there are doubtless those who plotagainst him. Frightened, desperate men. I have learned.” she added with a lookof grave concern. “that desperate men do desperate things.”
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In the coming years, when the empire reached its zenith, thebaths would become architectural marvels. The Baths of Caracalla, which wouldbe constructed in A.D. 211. would have a height of over 100 feet and the main blockwould cover over 270.000 square feet, an area greater than the modern houses ofthe British Parliament. The Baths of Diocletian would be even larger, capableof accommodating over 3.000 bathers at one time. The first baths built on atruly palatial scale would be constructed during the time of Agrippa. in A.D.20. and they would be followed by the baths of Nero. Trajan. Trajanus Decius.and Constantine. But at the time of Caesar. the public baths in Rome were stillrelatively small and nowhere near as spacious and luxurious as they wouldbecome in the coming years.
Delaney paid his admission and entered the baths where hehad agreed to meet with Cassius and his friends, he entered the small anteroom,where he removed his tunic. toga, sandals, and loincloth and hung them up wherethey would be watched by a slave attendant. As the baths would grow larger inthe coming years, the theft of clothing would become more and more of aproblem, so that most Romans would wear only their oldest and most threadbaretogas and tunics to the baths in anticipation of losing them and having to gohome in thief’s clothing or of having to send a slave home to bring themsomething to wear.
Delaney went into the main room, which was far smaller thanthe larger baths that would eventually be built. It consisted mainly of a poolwith a tiled floor, considerably smaller than an Olympic-sized pool, the waterin it kept warm by the hot air circulating beneath the floor, from the firestoked in the basement. Off to one side was the smaller frigidarium.essentially a cold plunge. and through an arched doorway in the back was thecalidarium, a small room that was similar to modern Turkish baths, except thatthe steam came from heated water, not from pipes. he passed a small area whereseveral men lay naked upon tables, being scraped by slaves. There was no soapin Rome at this time and the bodily impurities released by perspiration werescraped off with a metal, bone, or wooden scraper called a
Several of the men were being anointed with oils and perfumes,others were being carefully depilated. A few of them made little grunts astheir body hair was carefully pulled out with tweezers. On the opposite side ofthe pool was a lavatory, essentially a small, square-shaped room with benchesrunning around all four walls. The toilets were merely holes cut in the bencheswith the waste dropping down into running water underneath. Instead of toilet paper.Romans used sponges on short sticks, which could be rinsed off. It was not themost sanitary of arrangements, but the practice was much more hygienic thanwhat was known to most of the rest of the world at this time.
Cassius and the others were in the steam room, seated uponmarble benches. All of them were nude, of course, as was Delaney. Romans had ahealthy attitude about nudity, though mixed bathing was not practiced until thetime of Nero. Men worked out and wrestled in the nude, and athletic competitionson the Campus Martius were engaged in with only the bare minimum of clothing,often nothing more than a simple loincloth.
“Ah Quintullus!” said Cassius. “We were just talking aboutyou. Come, sit with us.”
Delaney joined them on the bench. They all stared at hisphysique. His muscular development was on a level that was virtually unknown inRome and it predictably took them by surprise.
By the gods!” said Trebonius. “Look at the size of him!”
“If I did not know better. Quintullus.” Brutus said admiringly,“I would swear that you had once been a gladiator. Truly, you possess thephysique of a Hercules!”
“I come from a family of large men.” said Delaney. “And lifein the country entails considerable physical labor.”
“But do you not have slaves for that? asked Albinus,frowning.
“My family is not as wealthy as that of Septimus,” Delaneysaid. “We do have slaves, but their number is far smaller than most of theestates around us. But, to tell the truth. I enjoy physical labor. It may beunfashionable. but I find that it keeps me strong and healthy.”
“A sound mind in a sound body,” Trebonius said.
“Truly, that is the Roman ideal. But you. Quintullus. havecarried it much further than any man that I have ever seen. Aside from labor,it is clear that you engage in sport. Am I correct in guessing that you are awrestler?”
“I do enjoy wrestling,” said Delaney with a smile. “I findthat it relaxes me.”
“I will wager that you do not often lose.” Trebonius saidwith a grin.
“That is true. 1 have not been bested since I was a boy.”
“My friends. I see an opportunity for us to make some moneyhere.” said Trebonius.
“We did not come here today to speak of making wagers.”Casca snapped. “We have matters of much more import to discuss.”
“Patience. Casca.” Cassius said. “Let us not rush intothings. Let us take a little time and get to know our new friend. FabiusQuintullus.” He turned to Delaney. “Casca is always fervent in his opinions,especially when it concerns politics.”
“Politics often make for fervent opinions,” said Delaney. “Myfriend Marcus and his brother, Lucius, both find mine a bit too fervent onoccasion.”
“I had that impression.” Cassius said with a smile. “Ourdiscussion at dinner last night became somewhat impassioned. I had the feelingthat they did not entirely approve of our opinions. But we were, after all,merely expressing our concerns about Rome’s welfare.”
“Do not mind Marcus Septimus.” Delaney said. “You must understandthat he has led a quiet, uneventful life in Cumae. His brother. Lucius. went offto the wars and it fell to Marcus to remain behind and manage the estate. Healways wished that he could go and experience some adventure for himself, winsome glory, share in the booty of war, hut that was not to be. So he had tocontent himself with the letters that Lucius sent home. Lucius painted such apicture that Marcus became enthralled with Caesar. He would read those lettersover and over again, playing out the battles in his mind, as if he were therehimself.”
“That is not uncommon,” Cassius said understandingly. “Thereare many Romans who followed Caesar’s campaigns in such a manner, wishing thatthey could have been there with him. But as one who has been to war
