A Forbidden History.The Hadrian enigma

by George Gardiner

  "I see, you were to be his sleep-in language teacher?" Clarus implied teasingly. Clarus was not one to miss a wry, if vulgar, observation.

  "But what now that this patron, Antinous, too has died?" Clarus searched.

  "Antinous has made suitable provision for this," Julianus offered enigmatically.

  Suetonius looked to Thais to see how she responded to these queries, only to perceive tears had formed almost imperceptibly at the corners of her eyes. Slowly, gradually, her eyes were welling. The group was silenced by this visible human sentiment. Surisca drew to Thais's side and gently took her hands in her own. Thais did not resist.

  "Suitable provision? What sort of provision?" Suetonius continued.

  "My patron and good friend Antinous has endowed me with sufficient resources to be independent of his patronage," the Cyrene offered as she wiped her eyes. She fell silent.

  Julianus spoke up to confirm this enigmatic statement.

  "On the day before his death Antinous furnished Thais with sufficient gold coins, precious objects, and the ownership deed to a residence at Athens to support her in her future life. This endowment was of considerable substance, and very adequate to her needs. Her trove is secured against theft or misadventure under my personal seal, and duly recorded by documents drawn by Antinous on the day," the quaestor stated. "But we had no idea at the time that Antinous would be dead within that very same day."

  "So in the months before the Bithynian's death," Clarus legalistically clarified, "he gave this woman, Thais, her freedom by manumission, and followed this with a large endowment to ensure her financial independence? And he finalized these legalities the very day prior to his own death?"

  "Indeed," Julianus agreed.

  "What's going on here? I find this very suspicious, or at least unlikely?" Clarus labored the obvious. "Surely we see cui bono in operation here! Who has benefited from Antinous's death? We begin to see, perhaps."

  Suetonius interrupted him.

  "Senator, remember Arrian's report to us of the boy's withdrawal of his personal wealth from safekeeping. Recall too the report of the lad's reputed liaison in an earlier interview…," Suetonius murmured, casting a raised eyebrow at the young Cyrene.

  "Reputed liaison?" the senator responded. "Oh. I see. Tell us Thais of Cyrene, is it true you have been an intimate companion of the deceased, Antinous of Bithynia?" Clarus asked forthrightly. "In fact you have been his secret paramour?"

  Everyone's eyes turned to Thais.

  "Intimate companion? Paramour?" she uttered with some dismay. "Fine sirs, despite my own feelings about my wonderful master, and despite the many occasions when such sentiments could easily have arisen, not once in five years did Antinous impose upon my person in an intimate or amorous manner.

  While all those around us at Court shared affairs of the heart and licentious behavior, Antinous and I remained entirely chaste. He was devoted solely to his erastes. It was their compact. Even in the two years since my manumission, we have maintained sober relations. That is, well, until very recently," she said, her voice trailing away to a whisper.

  "Until recently?"

  "Yes. In fact until only weeks ago at Alexandria." The Cyrene was almost inaudible.

  "Explain, please."

  "Sirs, Antinous of Bithynia was Caesar's Favorite. For five years Antinous was an eromenos to Caesar's erastes. Antinous fulfilled this role according to the accepted custom still celebrated in the East by many men of the nobility. He sought no other companionship, even though many offered their enticements to him. Many, I assure you," Thais recounted. " I and his friend Lysias are witness to this fact."

  "By Jupiter, what is it the others wanted from this youth?" Clarus asked disingenuously. "Are well-formed features so utterly tantalizing?"

  "Antinous indeed possessed rare gifts, sir," Thais responded, "I believe it was his arete, my lords, his manly pursuit of excellence. His beauty of character was tantalizing. Women who view creatures endowed by Aphrodite as generously as Antinous has been well appreciate the bodily symmetries informed with such blessings. It tells of an inner enchantment, a boon of the gods, and so women seek to know and absorb this arete's spirit into their flesh. It is to hold his arete captive within their being — even to make babies to preserve this rare arete into continuing eternity? Women are deeply stimulated by such gifts.

  Men are more contradictory. Their urge pursues the recovery of their passing youth so as to bathe in an undying source within their innermost being. It's an ageing man's envy of a younger man's still-dormant, but unlimited, life opportunities. Men envy this stage of life and wish to share it again and again.

  The outstretched arm of eternally beautiful Apollo saluting the cyclical day reminds mortal men of the swift transience of youth and its once-in-a-lifetime allure. Youth's visible arete casts a spell on them. They recognize its primal force and fleeting beauty. They wish to relive it, possess it, and consume it, to once again participate in its aura both spiritually and bodily.

  Some men yearn to engulf such a blossoming lifeforce and absorb it into their own being. Yes, good sirs, to many of us Antinous was indeed utterly tantalizing."

  Thais fell silent with lowered eyes. The group contemplated her words.

  "So what happened three weeks ago that changed things?" Suetonius asked.

  "Sirs, in being close to my master for five years I had grown very fond of him," Thais continued. "I have reason to believe my master had grown fond of me too. We shared much time together in talk and play. We were friends.

  At first I wondered if, in making his choice between differing types of love, my master had taken the path of many men of the elites to channel his emotions towards other men, not to womenfolk. Many men around us do so. His commitment to his erastes agreed with this preference.

  So it came as a surprise when Antinous announced at our apartments in one of those crumbling Ptolemy palaces at Alexandria how Caesar had terminated his role as his erastes. The time had arrived, that very day, he told us.

  This meant Antinous was now free to make new choices, new experiences, if he wished. That is, if these things are a matter of choice rather than of inner nature."

  "And did he?" Suetonius queried.

  "Antinous was devastated by Caesar's announcement. He hadn't prepared himself for it, though he knew it was long overdue. Besides, he felt he was in Great Caesar's debt for many things. He felt obliged to make recompense."

  "How did this affect your relationship with the young man?"

  "In the days following Caesar's declaration, Antinous resolved to offer his first beard's trims to Zeus. His beard and his side-burns had recently grown sufficiently to be evident, despite being fair hued.

  Antinous asked me to razor his hair and his sideburns for a formal burnt offering. We were silent together while I applied the knife to his thick mane so it retained its lushness. Antinous possesses beautiful thick locks. He is a golden blond all over.

  While I was razoring his hair we both gradually perceived our close proximity. We were within inches of each other while I cut. Our flesh grazed from time to time. Neither of us withdrew from the other's touch. I could smell the perfume of sweet olive oil on his skin lingering after bathing. I sensed his flesh waken in interest. One thing led to another. We both realized our fondness for each other and Aphrodite smiled graciously upon us," Thais offered quietly.

  "Aphrodite?" Suetonius asked, perhaps unnecessarily.

  "Antinous took me," she said simply. "He is impulsive. He's young. He was lusty with me in a man's way. I felt no regret. I acceded willingly, eagerly. Our bodies held each other close. We stayed together that night. We made love several times. That's all."

  Thais slipped into silence again as her voice faded.

  Julianus picked up the thread.

  "Please note gentlemen, Thais and Antinous did not become intimate in this way until some weeks after Hadrian had dissolved the mentoring relationship," the jurist confirmed definitively.

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bsp; "Was this the only occasion of this intimacy?" Clarus probed further. Thais responded in a low voice.

  "No. We have slept together several nights since that time," she said simply. "And my monthly cycle is now overdue by more than a week. Antinous knows this."

  The men looked questioningly at each other while Surisca caressed Thais's hand. It was Clarus who asked the obvious.

  "Does this mean…?" he blurted. Surisca replied in Thais's place.

  "Not necessarily, but perhaps. Only time will tell. Mistress Thais might have to wait until her next cycle to confirm the possibility, or if other signs appear. That is if she wishes to retain a child to term," the Syri explained.

  "I do, I do, I do!" Thais declared brightly. "Especially now he is no more!"

  Suetonius turned to Julianus.

  "Had Antinous given all his wealth to his young friend?" he asked.

  "My understanding of the youth's accounts," Julianus responded, "which were stewarded by Arrian's custodian, a reputable man of discreet tongue, is that Antinous has apportioned about half his personal wealth to this young lady."

  "And the remainder?" Suetonius probed.

  "I will introduce you to someone shortly who can throw light on those details," was the evasive response.

  "If the dead youth was giving away all his wealth," Clarus challenged, "surely this means a great deal about his vision of his future?"

  Thais returned to the conversation.

  "On the day Antinous provided the treasures and documents to me, I asked him 'If you give me so much of your wealth, you must be going away? He replied with the words 'Only a short while, not long. But I'm not sure when I'll return."

  "Not long? Not sure?" Suetonius asked. "What ever could he mean by that? Have we stumbled upon some secret adventure of the youth's that misfired? The boy was certainly known as a risk taker."

  Julianus nodded agreement.

  "I asked even further, sirs," Thais continued, "and he gave an answer I still do not understand. He whispered while we shared the comfort of my own bed on the very morning of his last day 'I must perform one last service for my Eromenos, Hadrian!' He then added 'After four years of service, I must make one final gesture — the Lion must protect its Cub."

  Thais looked to the group with a perplexed expression. Strabon immediately ceased inscribing. His ears perceived sedition.

  "You must mean Erastes, don't you, young lady? Not Eromenos, yes?" Clarus hastened to correct.

  Thais shook her head slowly. "No, I don't. He said Eromenos."

  Julianus stroked his chin thoughtfully as Clarus coughed nervously.

  "What lion? What cub? We're back there again," Suetonius tried to clarify, knowing full well the terms were already known to his colleagues. "What did he mean, do you think?"

  "That's all I know. These were among his last words to me that morning before we parted. As he left me he said he had other important business to complete."

  "Did he say where he was going or what he was doing or who he was to be meeting?" Suetonius queried.

  "No sir, he did not."

  "A question of a personal nature, Mistress Thais," Clarus intruded. "Did you in the course of your intimacies have reason to kiss your young friend's neck, possibly with some passion? You know, sufficient to leave skin markings? Love bites?"

  Thais blushed at the question's audacity but considered it thoughtfully. She replied in a frail voice.

  "It could be said so, sir. Yes we were passionate together on several occasions through our final night. I recall very many moments when I caressed him all over."

  "And precisely where would you say you placed your caresses?" Suetonius asked with forensic coolness. Thais blushed even more deeply.

  "Everywhere sir, everywhere. But I find his neck and throat to be an especially desirable place to kiss," she whispered.

  "Could you say where specifically upon the neck or throat?"

  "Where specifically? Well, sir, I am not as tall as Antinous. In his arms I recall I find his throat near the bridge of his chest to be closer than, say, his jawline or lips, unless he bends towards me. Is this what you mean?"

  "I see. And did Antinous have any wound evident anywhere on his person on the day?" Suetonius continued. "A fresh wound in his flesh? A severe cut?"

  "A wound? Not that I recall, sir. The old scar on his cheek is the only wound I have been aware of, but that was long healed, though he had many light abrasions around his trunk from scratches inflicted during a lion hunt some weeks ago," she replied.

  "But nothing on his arms or wrist, you would say?" the biographer probed.

  "No sir."

  It was Clarus's turn to interrogate.

  "Where were you on the night the young man drowned, Mistress Thais of Cyrene? And do you have a witness?" the senator searched. Thais was flummoxed by such a question.

  "I naturally awaited my beloved's return in my own chamber, sirs," she responded. "My witnesses would have been his household's servants or Simon, the senior steward of Lysias's household, a Jewish freedman of good repute. Lysias too joined us later. But Simon was murdered last night near our tents, before our very eyes! He, Lysias, and I were attacked at our tents by cloaked ruffians. We don't know who they were or what they wanted. But they seemed intent on killing us nonetheless.

  They cruelly killed Simon, a kindly man of honor, who was bravely defending us by covering our escape as we fled the attack. We were unarmed and could not help him.

  Yet these villains seemed to get past both the Praetorian and Horse Guard protections and the passwords of the camp! It's for this reason I have taken refuge here with Senator Salvius Julianus. He is known to me as a friend of Antinous."

  Suetonius perceived this line of questioning was achieving little.

  "Then what do you think might have happened to Antinous, Mistress Thais, on the night of his death?" Suetonius asked, returning to the heart of the issue. "Was he too a victim of ruffians or robbers?"

  "I had hoped, sir, you might tell me," Thais replied as the glint of moisture returned to her eyes.

  "Strabon, locate the paper records of the personnel traffic at the wharf to The Alexandros we stored earlier. Mistress Thais might advise us on a matter."

  The scribe immediately began rifling through his basket with its wax tablets, scrolls of transcriptions, and paper sheets.

  "Tell me," Suetonius continued, "do you know where Lysias was on the evening of Antinous's disappearance? Does Lysias share such details with you?"

  "Yes sir, he does. He was at our chambers throughout the evening. I believe he had spent some hours earlier that afternoon in the company of my beloved. We talked together in the evening after Antinous had departed to his unhappy destiny. We both shared how we were perplexed by my beloved's actions, and by his secrecy about his intentions that day."

  "Gentlemen, I believe we have a great contradiction here! Strabon, what do the wharf records say about Lysias two days ago?" the biographer called to his scribe. Strabon scanned the papyrus sheets collected from the wharf clerk

  "Sir, the documents record Lysias arrived at The Alexandros in the early evening of that day, complete with a formal invitation for him from the Governor's consort Anna Perenna. But there is no record that he departed the vessel later that day or night or at any time the following day."

  "You say there's a record of Lysias arriving, but no record of Lysias departing, on the very night Antinous died?"

  "Not on these sheets, Inspector," Strabon confirmed. "Oh, however there's something here you might care to note, sir." Strabon offered one of the sheets to Suetonius and pointed at a particular place, his eyes showing studious concern.

  "Great Zeus!" the biographer exclaimed. "Why didn't we note that before? That puts a different light on something we heard earlier!"

  Strabon nodded acknowledgement, withdrew the sheet, and rolled it carefully for his basket.

  "What was there, Tranquillus?" Clarus enquired.

  "Nothing, Clarus, noth
ing. Just an oddity of perception we had missed, that's all," Suetonius replied dismissively.

  Clarus turned to the young lady interviewee. He was puffing scarlet with a victory.

  "How do you explain, Thais of Cyrene," the burly magistrate asked gruffly, "that according to the record of the Watch at the river jetty to the governor's barque, your friend Lysias of Bithynia was not with you that evening, as you claim, but enjoying his pleasures aboard the barque in the company of the priestess Anna Perenna? Why should you aim to provide a covering alibi for him? Is there some conspiracy between you and Lysias?"

  Thais stared at the mature-aged, portly Roman senator in visible dismay.

  "That's simply not possible, sir!" she responded with some alarm. "Lysias was in my company throughout the evening and night of Antinous's disappearance, and again yesterday from just after dawn when the shocking news of the death was revealed. Like me, he was stricken by the news."

  "Then how do we account for Lysias going aboard The Alexandros the previous eve, according to this record, but never departing?"

  A heavy silence hung in the air. It was broken by an unexpected voice from one side of the patio.

  "That, Special Inspector, is because he didn't go aboard The Alexandros," the muffled voice interjected from a near proximity. "He's never ever been onboard the Governor's barque, ever, in his life," the same voice proclaimed from beyond a marquee's flap. The group turned towards the source of the vocal protest.

  Salvius Julianus strode to the tent portal and again lifted its flap to expose the shadowy vestibule beyond.

  "I told you I have something else to show you, my friends."

  Once again he drew a bead curtain aside to reveal a figure standing in the dimness of the vestibule chamber beyond.

  "Lysias of Bithynia, please join us," the Roman jurist called.