that you can share in my bounty.' He rose from his couch and gestured that we should do likewise. 'Up, everyone! Up, on your feet, and follow me! The first of the cherries are ripe, and today we shall devour them!'
From the others, as they stirred, I heard a murmur of pleasant anticipation. I stepped beside Cicero and spoke in his ear. 'What are these 'cherries' that Lucullus speaks of?'
'A most exquisite fruit, which he brought back from the realm of Pontus on the Euxine Sea. They grow on small trees and come in many varieties, all with shiny skins in various shades of red. All sweet, all splendidly delicious! I was privileged to taste some of Lucullus's cherries last year at this time. What a delight that he should invite me back again to taste this year's crop!' Cicero smiled. 'His brother Marcus says that if Lucullus's wars against Mithridates had yielded nothing else, they would still have been worth the effort for bringing cherries back to Rome!'
Lucullus led the way onto the terrace and then down a flagstone path that meandered through a small orchard of low, leafy trees. The branches were heavy with a fruit the likes of which I had never seen before. The cherries, as they were called, hung in great clusters. The type varied from tree to tree; some were blood-red, some were pink, and others were almost black. Lucullus demonstrated the ease with which they could be picked by reaching out and plucking off a whole handful at once.
'Be warned: the juice might stain your garments. And be careful of the pit.' To demonstrate, he popped a cherry into his mouth, then spat the seed into his hand. His features assumed a sublime expression. He swallowed and smiled. 'All this talk of philosophy and politics-how irrelevant it all seems when one can know the simple, unadulterated joy of devouring a cherry. And then another, and another!'
With much laughter, the rest of us joined him in plucking cher-ries from the branches and popping them into our mouths. Some of the most sophisticated individuals in Rome were reduced to a childlike euphoria by the unbridled joy of eating cherries.
'Sensational!' said Archias, with cherry juice running down his chin. 'I must compose a poem to celebrate this crop of cherries.'
Cicero sighed. 'More wonderful than I remembered.'
Even the dour Arcesislaus smiled as he shared the joy of eating cherries.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned to see that it belonged to my host. 'Come, Gordianus,' he said in a low voice. 'There's something I want you to see.'
Leaving the others behind, Lucullus led me to a tree at the farthest corner of the cherry orchard. Its branches were more gnarled and its leaves more lustrous than those of the other trees, and its cherries were the largest and plumpest I had yet seen, of a hue that was almost purple.
'Of all the cherry trees I brought back from Pontus, this variety is the most extraordinary. The Greek-speakers of Pontus have pre-served the ancient name which the aboriginal barbarians gave to this cherry. I find the word impossible to pronounce, but they tell me it translates as 'Most-Precious-of-All'-which these cherries are. Their flavor is sweet and very complex-at first subtle, then almost overwhelming. And their skins are very, very delicate. Most other cherries travel well; you could pack them in a basket and carry them across Italy to share with a friend. But these are so tender that they can scarcely survive a fall from the tree. To appreciate them, you literally must eat them from the tree-and even then, they may burst if you pluck them too carelessly.'
Lucullus reached for one of the dark, plump cherries. He seemed not to tug at all; rather, the heavy fruit appeared to tumble into his palm of its own volition.
'Here is something evanescent,' he murmured, 'a sensation too unique to be described, capable only of being experienced: the cherry that can be eaten only beneath the tree, so fragile is it. As such, it has another, practical advantage: it can't have been poisoned.'
1 raised an eyebrow. 'Is that a concern?'
Lucullus smiled without mirth. 'A man like myself is never without enemies.'
'Yet I saw no tasters at the meal.'
'That is because you were meant to see no tasters.'
He extended his arm and offered the cherry to me. 'For you, Gordianus, the season's very first Most- Precious-of-All.'
'You do me a great honor, Lucullus.' For which you will doubtless ask something in return, I thought. Nevertheless, I accepted the cherry and slipped it between my lips.
The skin was sleek and warm, and so thin that it seemed to dissolve at the merest contact with my teeth. The meat of the cherry pressed sensuously against my tongue. The sweet juice flooded my mouth. At first I was disappointed, for the flavor seemed less intense than the cherries I had just tasted. Then, as I located the pit with my tongue and worked it toward my lips, the full flavor of the cherry suffused my senses with an intensity that was intoxicating. Lucullus saw my reaction and smiled.
I swallowed. Gradually, the precedence claimed by my sense of taste receded and my other senses returned to the fore. I became aware of a change in the light as the lowering sun shot rays of dark gold through the leafy orchard. I heard the distant laughter of the others, who had not yet followed us.
'Why did you ask me here today, Lucullus?' I said quietly. 'What is it you want from me?'
He sighed. He picked another of the cherries, but did not eat it; instead he held it in the cup of his palm, gazing at it. 'How fleeting and elusive are the pleasures of life; how lasting the pain and bitterness, the disappointments and the losses. When I became a general, I was determined to be the best general possible, and never to repeat my father's failure; but I was determined also never to wreak destruction when destruction was not called for. So many generations of men have labored so hard to build up the few great storehouses of beauty and knowledge in this world, yet by fire and sword their accomplishments can be destroyed in minutes, their memory reduced to ashes. The power of the Roman legions is a great responsibility; I swore that Sulla would be my model, as he had been my mentor in other matters. When he had the chance to sack Athens and level it to the ground, instead Sulla saved it, and so passed on a great gift to future generations. What I least wanted was to ever gain a reputation such as that of Mummius of our grandfathers' time-the Mummius who ruthlessly destroyed the city of Corinth and never passed a Greek temple without plundering it. And yet… '
Lucullus pondered the cherry in his hand, as if it contained some mystery. 'This tree came from an orchard near a town called Amisus, in Pontus. Did you ever hear of Amisus?'
I shook my head.
'It was not a particularly beautiful or wealthy city, but it did have the distinction of having been founded long ago as a colony of Athens; Amisus was an outpost of civilization at the farthest reaches of the world. Of all the horrors and atrocities that occurred during my war with Mithridates, the siege of Amisus caused me the greatest despair. The enemy commander who held the city saw that my forces must ultimately overwhelm him, so he engineered an escape by setting part of the city on fire. The fire distracted my men, held them back for a while, and concealed the movement of the enemy troops toward the sea, where they boarded ships and sailed away, leaving the city defenseless. When I realized the situation, I was determined to maintain the discipline of my troops. I gave orders that the fires should be extinguished and the city occupied in orderly fashion. But that was not what happened.
'The men were restless after the long siege; they were full of pent-up fury, frustrated that the city had been taken without blood-shed and eager for plunder. My officers were unable to restrain them. They surged into the defenseless city, raping boys and women, killing old men to slake their bloodlust, toppling statues, smashing furniture, breaking anything that was breakable for the sheer joy of destruction. They were heedless of the fire; they even helped to spread it, for night had fallen and they wanted light to continue their rampage, so they lit torches and carelessly threw them aside, or even deliberately set houses and even people aflame. The destruction of Amisus was a long, bloody night of fire and chaos. I stood by and watched, unable to stop them.'
He gazed at the cherry a moment longer, then dropped it. It struck a paving stone and burst open with a spray of blood-red pulp. 'Do you see, Gordianus? I meant to be Sulla; instead, I was Mummius.'
'Even with the best intentions, each of us is helpless before the Fates,' I said.
He nodded. 'And something good did come of the siege of Amisus. I brought back to Rome this tree that bears the cherry they call Most-Precious-of-All.'
I heard a burst of laughter from the others. Eating their way from tree to tree, they had drawn nearer. 'Your other guests will join us soon,' I said. 'If there was something else you wished to say to me…'
He nodded, drawn back to the moment. 'Yes-yes, there is a matter I wish to discuss. Look there, Gordianus. Do you see that gardener at work across the way, tending to a rose bush?'
