Helena told him how we had once met a traveller who told us about the crocodile at Heliopolis, a tame beast in a temple, which was covered with jewels and regularly fed sweetmeats by pilgrims until he had become so fat he could hardly waddle.
‘Also called Sobek,’ Philadelphion replied. ‘But we keep ours in more natural conditions for the purposes of science.’ He wooed the girls’ attention with facts about how fast the gigantic crocodile could run, what good mothers the females were, how rapidly the babies grew once they broke out of their eggs and how Sobek knew his wild companions lived on the shores of Lake Mareotis.’ He yearns for them. Crocodiles are sociable. They live and hunt together in large groups. They will co-operate to herd fishes against the shore so they can catch them -’
‘Will he run back to the lake if anybody lets him out?’
‘No one will be so silly as to let him out,’ Helena told Julia.
In his pit, Sobek lay down on his belly with his powerful legs crouching, as he basked with his snout up at right angles against a wall. His body was in shades of grey, his underbelly yellower; his great powerful tail had darker bands around it. All were covered with scaly hide, patterned in rectangles, with crenulations running along his spine and tail. He looked as if he knew what we were thinking.
Philadelphion took us into his office, where they had babies, a couple of months old, which had been snatched as eggs while their scaly mother left their nest to cool off. The children were thrilled by the little squeaking monsters. The smiling staff, Chaereas and Chaeteas from the necropsy yesterday, supervised very closely. ‘Even this young they could bite you badly. Their jaws are tremendously powerful,’ warned Philadelphion. Julia snatched her arm, with its colourful bead bracelets, back close to her body; Favonia waved a hand at the little snappers, daring them to grab her. ‘Yet crocodiles have weak jaw muscles in some ways. They cannot chew; only rip off pieces of meat then swallow lumps whole. A man can sit astride even a large one like Sobek, and hold his mouth closed from behind. But a Nile crocodile is extremely strong; he would writhe and twist his body, rolling over and over again, to throw the man off or drag him under water and drown him.’
‘Then would he eat the man?’
‘He might try to, Julia.’
Two little human jaws dropped, showing a variety of white baby teeth.
Philadelphion suggested that Chaereas and Chaeteas who were, as he drily remarked, good with young animals, should look after the girls so he and I could talk. Whether he intended to include Helena was uncertain, though not to her. She came to play with the boys.
Albia stayed behind to practise her Greek on the staff. She probably thought they were gentle, helpful, harmless fellows. Unlike me, she had not seen Chaereas and Chaeteas hauling on the dead Librarian’s dead flesh to expose his ribcage yesterday.
Mint tea was served. I jumped straight in and asked Philadelphion if he had had any success with identifying the leaves Theon ate.
‘I consulted a botanist, Falco. His tentative identification is oleander.’
‘Poisonous?’
‘Very’
Helena Justina sat up. ‘Marcus, the garlands!’ She explained to Philadelphion: ‘Our host, Cassius, had special garlands made for the dinner party; they had oleander wound in them.’ She must have noticed the varieties; I can’t say I did at the time.
Philadelphion raised his eyebrows in an elegant gesture. ’My colleague told me it would certainly be possible to murder someone with this plant, though you would somehow have to persuade them to ingest it. He thought the taste would be very bitter.’
‘Try it?’
‘Not brave enough! Taken in sufficient quantities - not unmanageable amounts - it acts within an hour. It works well. I am told it is a favourite choice of suicides.’
‘Was Theon’s dinner garland found with his body?’ I asked.
Philadelphion shook his head. ’Perhaps - but not sent to the necropsy.’
‘Someone cleaned up Theon’s room and may have thrown it out. Know anything about that?’ Again he signalled a negative.
I could see one flaw. Neither Theon, if he felt despairing, nor a potential murderer could have known in advance what foliage would be in our garlands. Cassius had made his selection only the afternoon before the dinner. ‘Would Theon know anything about plants? Would he recognise these leaves or be aware of their toxicity?’
‘He could have looked them up,’ Helena pointed out. ‘After all, Marcus, the man did work in the world’s most comprehensive library!’
‘We have botany and herbal sections,’ confirmed the Zoo Keeper, favouring my wife with one of his very handsome smiles. Unlike Theon, I decided, he
I stretched my legs and asked about that morning’s meeting. ‘You are not the only expert with surgical implements, Philadelphion! Your colleagues had the knives out a few times at the academic board.’
‘They were on good form,’ he agreed, settling down as if he enjoyed gossip. ‘Philetus has a good grasp of essentials - essential being defined by him as that which enhances his own grandeur. Apollophanes devotedly seconds whatever Philetus thinks, regardless of how low it makes
In view of how scathing he had just been, that last comment should have been ironical. Philadelphion failed to see his own bias, and was not one for self-mockery.
‘What was Theon’s usual role?’
‘He argued with Philetus, particularly recently’
‘Why?’
Philadelphion shrugged, though gave the impression he could have made a good guess. ‘Theon started to seize upon pretty well every subject that came up, as if he wanted to disagree with Philetus on principle. I would imagine he had told Philetus what his grievance was. But unlike most of us, who tend to seek support in numbers at the board, he would approach Philetus privately.’
Helena said, “He spoke to us of his regret that the Director was viewed as his superior even though he, Theon, held such a famous post.’
‘Call it more than regret!’ Now Philadelphion was more frank. ’We are all senior men and loathe bending the knee to Philetus, but for the Librarian it is bitterly galling. A previous Director of the Museion - Balbillus, who was in post about ten years ago - took it upon himself to have his title expanded to include oversight of the united Alexandrian libraries.’
‘He sounds Roman?’ I suggested, narrowly.
‘An imperial freedman. Times have changed since the Ptolemies,’ Philadelphion acknowledged. ‘Once, the post of Librarian was a royal appointment, and not just that - the Librarian would be the royal tutor. So originally the Librarian had prestige and independence; he was called ‘The President of the King’s Library’. Through schooling his royal charges, he could become a person of great political influence, too - effectively chief minister.’
I could see why the Roman Prefecture would want to change that. ‘Knowing how things had worked in the past, Theon felt he had been deprived of status.’
‘Exactly, Falco. He suspected he was not taken seriously enough, either by his colleagues here - chiefly by Philetus - or even by your Roman authorities. Forgive me; I cannot put that more delicately’
It was my turn to shrug. ‘As far as Rome goes, Theon did himself down. The Great Library of Alexandria carries enormous prestige in Rome. Its Librarian is automatically held in reverence - which I can assure you the Prefect of Egypt upholds.’
The Zoo Keeper appeared not to believe me. ‘Well, his reduced position was a long-standing grievance. It wore him down. And I believe there was administrative friction too.’
Since he had nothing to add, we moved on. ‘I gained a good impression of Timosthenes at the meeting - he is in charge of the Serapeion, isn’t he?’ Helena asked. I won’t say she thought I was flagging, but she lifted her stole over her shoulder and smoothed down her shimmering summer skirts like a girl who has decided it is her
