by Felix Dahn
CHAPTER IX.
Lucius Licinius galloped before them, sprang off his horse, and mountedthe tribune.
"A herald from the Goths! I arrived too late to prevent his entrance asusual. The famished legionaries at the Tiburtinian Gate opened it forhim."
"Down with him! He must not speak," cried the Prefect, rushing from thetribune and drawing his sword.
But the people guessed his intentions. They surrounded the herald withcries of joy, protecting him from the Prefect.
"Peace!"
"Hail!"
"Bread! Peace! Listen to the herald!"
"No! do not listen to him!" thundered Cethegus. "Who is Prefect ofRome, he or I? Who defends this city? I, Cornelius Cethegus Caesarius;and I tell you, do not listen!"
And he tried to make a way for himself.
But, thick as a swarm of bees, women and old men threw themselves intohis path, and the armed citizens surrounded the herald.
"Speak, herald!" they cried; "what bring you?"
"Peace and deliverance!" cried Thorismuth, and waved his white wand."Totila, King of the Italians and the Goths, sends you greetings anddemands a safe-conduct into the city, in order to tell you importantnews and to announce peace."
"Hail to King Totila!"
"We will hear him. He shall come!"
Cethegus had hastily mounted his horse, and now ordered his trumpetersto blow a flourish.
At this well-known sound, all became quiet.
"Hear me, herald! I, the governor of this city, refuse a safe-conduct.I shall treat every Goth who enters this city as an enemy."
But at these words a cry of rage burst from the multitude.
"Cornelius Cethegus, are you our officer or our tyrant? We are free.You have often vaunted the majesty of the Roman people. And the Romanpeople command that the King shall be heard. Do we not, people ofRome?"
"We do!"
"It is according to law," growled the Quirites.
"You have heard! Will you obey or defy the people of Rome?"
Cethegus sheathed his sword.
Thorismuth and his companion galloped off to fetch the King.
The Prefect signed to the young tribunes to draw near him.
"Lucius Licinius," he said, "go to the Capitol. Salvius Julianus, youwill protect the lower river-bolt: the bolt of masts. Quintus Piso, youwill defend the chain-bolt. Marcus Licinius, you shall keep the bulwarkwhich protects the ascent to the Capitoline Hill and the way to myhouse. The mercenaries will follow me."
"What do you intend to do, general?" asked Lucius Licinius, as he waspreparing to obey the order.
"Attack and destroy the barbarians."
There were but fifty horsemen and about a hundred lance-bearers tofollow the Prefect, when he had sent away the tribunes.
Meanwhile the people had waited anxiously for the sound of the Gothichorns.
At last they were heard, and presently there appeared Thorismuth andsix horn-blowers; Wisand the bandalarius, carrying the royal bluebanner of the Goths; the King, accompanied by Duke Guntharis and EarlTeja; and about ten other leaders, almost all without weapons; onlyEarl Teja displayed his broad and dreaded axe.
As this procession was on the point of setting forth from the Gothicencampment, to ride through the Metronian Gate into the city, DukeGuntharis felt some one pull his mantle, and looking down, beheld a boyor youth, with short and curly brown hair and blue eyes, standing nearhis horse, with a shepherd's staff in his hand.
"Art thou the King? No, thou art not he. And that, that is brave Teja,the Black Earl, as the songs call him!"
"What wouldst thou with the King, boy?"
"I would fight for him."
"Thou art still too tender. Go, and return two summers hence. And,meanwhile, guard thy flocks."
"I may be young, but I am no longer weak, and I have guarded the flocklong enough. Ha! I see that that is the King!" and he went up toTotila, and bowed gracefully, saying:
"By thy leave, O King!"
And he caught the bridle of the horse to lead it, as if it were amatter of course.
The King looked amused, and smiled at the boy.
And the boy led his horse.
But Guntharis thought: "I have seen that face before! But no, it isonly a resemblance; yet such a resemblance I have never seen in mylife. And how noble is the young shepherd's carriage!"
"Hail to King Totila! Peace and salvation!" cried the people, as theGoths entered the city.
But the young guide looked up into the King's shining countenance, andsang in a soft sweet voice:
"Cunning Cethegus: Tricks will not serve thee! Teja the terrible Daunts thy defiance. And brightly arises, Like morning and May-time, Like night from the darkness, The favourite of heaven, The bright, and the beautiful King of the Goths! To him are wide opened All halls and all hearts; To him, overpowered, Yield Winter and Woe!"
When the King entered the Forum, there fell a dead silence upon thepeople.
But Cethegus, who had expected this, immediately took advantage of it.He urged his horse into the crowd and cried:
"What would you, Goth, in this my city?"
Totila cast one flaming look at him, and then turned away.
"With _him_ I speak, for evermore, only with my sword! With him, thethreefold liar and murderer! To _you_ I speak, unhappy and befooledinhabitants of Rome! Your sufferings wring my heart. I come to end yourmisery. I come without arms, for I am safer, trusting to the honour ofRomans, than protected by sword and shield."
He paused.
Cethegus no more attempted to interrupt him.
"Quirites," continued Totila, "you yourselves have truly acknowledgedthat I might long since have stormed your walls with my hosts. For nowyou have but stones, and no men to defend them. But if Rome werecarried by storm, then Rome would burn; and I confess that I wouldrather never enter Rome, than enter to find it in ashes. I will notreproach you with the manner in which you have requited the kindness ofTheodoric and the Goths. Have you forgotten the time when you coinedyour gold with the grateful inscription, 'Roma felix'? Truly you arepunished enough; more heavily punished by hunger, pestilence, and theyoke of the Byzantines and that demon Cethegus, than by the severestpenalty which we could have inflicted. More than eight thousandpeople--women and children not included--have perished. Your desertedhouses fall into ruins; you greedily pluck the grass which grows inyour temples; despair walks your streets with hollow eyes; famishedmothers--Roman mothers--have devoured the flesh of their own children.Until this day, your resistance was heroic, although lamentable. Buthenceforward it is madness. Your last hope was placed in Belisarius.Then hear: Belisarius has sailed from Sicily to Byzantium. He hasdeserted you."
Cethegus ordered the trumpets to be sounded, in order to drown thegroans of the multitude.
For some time it was all in vain, but at last the brazen tonesconquered.
When all was quiet the Prefect cried:
"It is a lie! Do not believe such barefaced lies!"
"Have the Goths, have I, ever lied to you, Romans? But you shallbelieve your own eyes and ears. Come forward, man, and speak. Do youknow him?"
A Byzantine in rich armour was led forward by the Gothic horsemen.
"Konon!"
"The navarchus of Belisarius!"
"We know him!" cried the crowd.
Cethegus turned pale.
"Men of Rome," said the Byzantine, "Belisarius, the magister militum,has sent me to King Totila. I arrived in the camp to-day. Belisariuswas obliged to return to Byzantium. On leaving Sicily, he recommendedRome and Italy to the well-known benevolence of King Totila. This wasmy message to him and to you."
"If this be so," cried Cethegus, with a threatening voice, "then now isthe day to prove whether you be Romans or bastards! Mark me well!Cethegus the Prefect will never, never surrender his Ro
me to thebarbarians! Oh I think once more of the time when I was your all! Whenyou exalted my name above those of the saints! Who has given you, foryears, work, bread, and, what is more, weapons? Who protectedyou--Belisarius or Cethegus?--when these barbarians encamped bymillions before your walls? Who saved Rome, with his heart's blood,from King Witichis? For the last time I call you to the combat! Do youhear me, grandchildren of Camillus? As he once, solely by the might ofthe Roman sword, swept the Gauls, who had already taken the city, awayfrom the Capitol, so will I sweep away these Goths! Follow me! We willsally forth and let the world see what is possible to Roman valour whenled by Cethegus and despair. Choose!"
"Aye, choose!" cried Totila, raising himself in his stirrups. "Choosebetween certain destruction or certain freedom. If you once more followthis madman, I can no longer protect you. Listen to Earl Teja, whostands at my right hand. You know him, I think. I can no longer protectyou."
"No," cried Teja, raising his mighty axe, "then, by the God of Hate, nomore mercy! If you refuse this last offer, not a life will be sparedwithin these walls. I, and a thousand others, have sworn it!"
"I offer you complete immunity, and will prove a mild and just king toyou. Ask Neapolis what I am! Choose between me and the Prefect!"
"Hail to King Totila! Death to the Prefect!" was the unanimousacclamation.
And, as if at a signal, the women and children, with uplifted hands,threw themselves on their knees; while all the armed inhabitants raisedtheir weapons threateningly, and many a spear was hurled at thePrefect. They were the very weapons which he himself had given to thepeople.
"They are dogs--no Romans!" exclaimed Cethegus, with disdainful fury,and turned his horse. "To the Capitol!"
And his horse, with a sudden leap, cleared the row of kneeling andscreaming women. Through a shower of darts which the Romans now sentafter him galloped the Prefect, riding down the few who had courageenough to try to stop him.
His crimson crest soon disappeared in the distance.
His companions galloped swiftly after him. The lance-bearers on footretreated in good order, now and then turning and levelling theirspears. Thus they reached the lofty bulwark which, held by MarcusLicinius, protected the ascent to the Capitol, and the way to thePrefect's house.
"What next? Shall we pursue?" the citizens asked the King.
"No--stay. Let all the gates be opened. Wagons laden with meat, bread,and wine stand ready in the camp. Let them be brought into all parts ofthe city. Feed the people of Rome for three whole days. My Goths shallkeep watch to prevent excess."
"And the Prefect?" asked Duke Guntharis.
"Cornelius Cethegus, the ex-Prefect of Rome, will not escape thevengeance of God," cried Totila, turning away.
"And not mine!" cried the shepherd-boy.
"And not mine!" said Teja, and galloped after the King.
