“Let her in.”
Alexander bowed slightly, and signaled to the guard of scholarians by the main doors of the Chrysotriklinos [1]. The golden gates were swung open, and in came an old woman, with snow white hairs, hunching over a short, but ornamented cane. Her expensive attire indicated her status; its rich embroidery indicated her provenance. Praejecta, matriarch of the House of Apion [2], had arrived for the scheduled conference with the Emperor.
The way Phocas saw it, the time to finally look for allies, wherever they could be found, had come. Though, the Avar Kaghan Bayan had agreed to march on Italy, his spies being seemingly omniscient, had promptly informed him of Priscus’ desertion, and the barbarian had briskly demanded Domentziola’s hand in marriage, instead of Theoctista’s. Nevertheless, he refused to have his daughter sent north, to cohabit with the animals he himself had fought against many a time. Thinking and pondering for days, he had arrived at the only possible solution and presented a private counteroffer to the Avar legates, which was finally accepted: Domentziola would be sent to their King, once the pacification of Italy was complete, meanwhile, the announcement would be kept confidential to avoid problems in Constantinople. In this manner, he hoped to have enough time to deal with the Persians in Anatolia, before returning to the Danube and renegotiating with Bayan from a position of strength. Yet, that still left Theodosius to be dealt with, and that was why Praejecta was there.
“Caesar, did you summon me?” inquired the old woman, after a grave nod, in place of the usual prostration.
“Indeed, Lady Praejecta. We are afraid We have some rather bad news. The Army of the East, in which your son Strategius served, under the command of the Comes Bonosus, was recently defeated by the pagans outside Thedosioupolis…”
He could barely notice the minor tremor on the woman left hand, which rested on the staff’s silver handle. “…nonetheless,” he continued, “your son lives; albeit in enemy captivity. We have called on you to offer you a chance to save him. The Empire needs your assistance; in return, the Empire will assist you.”
As if coming from a rusted windpipe, the softly, but raspy, spoken voice of the woman scratched its way into his ears. “It is a shame that the
imperially appointed commander was so inept, to allow himself to be defeated by heathen peasants armed with sticks. Although I am grateful to God that my son’s life was spared, I would like to hear what the Empire asks of me, a mere subject, as I would
serve it faithfully, whether or not my son’s life was at stake…”
Phocas had purified Constantinople of the decadent, arrogant, and snobby aristocrats that had clustered about during the last years of Maurice’s miser rule. Like flies, they had gotten fat off of the misfortunes of commoners, peasants, and soldiers like himself. But in spite of this correction, he had not had enough time to deal with the provincial aristocracy, due to the onset of the war. To their credit, the elites of Asia had closely followed the Imperial line he had traced, as had the Syrians, until the Jews backstabbed them and the Persians overran them. But the Egyptians had dropped to their knees like whores, as soon as Theodosius’ slaves showed up on the horizon. And Praejecta, belonged to that local nobility. They had proven to be, just like those from Constantinople, acquiescent and loyal when you had your eyes on them, and sly and scheming once you turned your back.
Yet in spite of their dubious reliability, the Apions were perhaps the most affluent clan in the entire Roman Empire, a fact that made them potential useful allies, or dangerous enemies if neglected. They owned property not just in The City itself, but throughout the prosperous Egyptian provinces, and their family practically controlled Oxyrhynchos and the surrounding nomes in their entirety. Maurice had also, at least initially, extorted money from them, which had quickly prompted Praejecta, and her grandson Constantius to come to the capital and seek redress with the Emperor. Somehow, Phocas was exactly unaware of the particulars, it worked and many of the taxes had been rescinded.
“We have decided to compensate your excellent example of loyalty and fidelity; a shining beacon of truth and love for God and his people in these times of chaos and darkness. We are planning to depart for the East to deal the fire worshippers a crippling blow before they can advance any deeper into the rest of Anatolia, and thus rescue your son.”
The old woman remained staring, unemotionally.
Undeterred, Phocas continued. “While We are engaged in this mortal struggle, the war against the heretic lover Theodosius continues. It is Our wish that you make the Egyptians come to their senses, through the network of clients that the Apions have in the Diocese.”
Praejecta persisted, unmoved.
Phocas knew full well that he had the Apions’ backing, should the old hag agree. Strategius, a tribune serving under Bonosus, could be made to reluctantly comply through military channels. His brother Georgius, a senator dedicated to the states of his House in Egypt, was a spineless coward, easy to threaten. His nephew, Strategius’ son Constantius, at age ten was only a child. Thus, it was truly Praejecta that had the reins of power in the family, and the extreme influence and authority that they yielded in Rome’s breadbasket. Furthermore, through diligent and meticulous work, Alexander had opportunely discovered that the Apions had lost some of their holdings at the hands of rancorous peasants, following Theodosius’ reforms. The flame was already lit; all he had to do was fan it.
“In return, We will restore all of your legitimate property, arbitrarily seized by the son of the dead tyrant.”
She grinned indistinctly, before replying: “The Emperor is caring to the utmost. But if I may be allowed to voice a thought; his focus should be not on petty land disputes that his subjects can deal themselves with, but in matters which concern the entire safety of the state. Things much, much bigger, which should be planned out, by those with education and upbringing…”
Someone unlike me.
God I need a drink! He could hear the cold venom in her words. Here was a woman who looked down her nose at him, and everything he represented; who considered him little better than the savages that lived beyond the Danube. And she seemed to be enjoying rebuffing him. As much as he wanted to have the expecting scholarians seize her, and behead her at that very instant, he refrained. Bonosus’ defeat had made it imperative that the European armies put an emphasis on Anatolia, thus cancelling his previous plan for a swift recapture of the Diocese. He now
needed the Apions to regain Egypt, and keep Theodosius busy while he finished Chosroes off. The time to be unmerciful was past; negotiation was the last option.
And here’s my last shot.
“It might be of interest to you also, that We have deemed it proper to bring your family into the Imperial House, by the marriage of your grandson Constantius and Our noble daughter Domentziola. “
Possibly without wanting to, the white eyebrows of the matriarch were raised in astonishment.
Now, that got your attention, didn’t it? he thought, almost salivating. It was time to seal the deal. “And through this union, Constantius will become Caesar, and Our successor as Augustus.”
Her reply was not long coming. “The Emperor is too kind on his subjects. He honors all Apions greatly, by selecting my humble grandson to lead Rome in his stead…”
Not just yet, bitch. “We take it then, that your House will fulfill its role faithfully in the coming days, and do its part in bringing its native land back into the Empire?”
“All of us, Kyrie, will do what we must.”
Good enough. “We will be departing to vanquish the enemies of Rome and Christ in the next weeks, before Christmas. It will please Us greatly, if these affairs were settled, before We take our leave.”
“Absolutely, Autokrate. I will communicate with Georgius immediately, and we shall begin to work immediately to avenge the death of Patriarch Eulogius.”
You still refuse to accept you work for me. He gave her an annoyed look. “You are dismissed then,
loyal subject.”
“Kyrie,” she said softly, bowing her head slightly, before turning to leave, slowly.
Phocas let out a sigh of relief. His last army was finally on the way; he had previously worked with Alexander to ensure the allegiance of The City during his absence; and had now gotten the richest family in the Empire to throw their support behind him, and possibly recover Egypt without losing a single man, opening the possibility of recapturing Syria, contrary to his initial thoughts. The initial hesitancy he had had when looking for guidance in his personal Bible and coming upon that verse, had already disappeared. He had made up his mind to lead his armies personally, and was now certain that success will follow, just as God had promised. Quietly, he reassuringly mumbled the verses once more, their words having been seared into his mind:
“Behold, I send an Angel before you to keep you in the way and to bring you to the place which I have prepared. Beware of Him and obey His voice; do not provoke Him, for He will not pardon your transgressions; for My name is in Him. But if you indeed obey His voice and do all that I speak, then I will be an enemy to your enemies and an adversary to your adversaries. For My Angel will go before you and bring you into the Amorites, and the Hittites, and the Perizzites, and the Canaanites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites; and I will wipe them out.”
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[1] The main reception and ceremonial hall of the Great Palace of Constantinople, built during the reigns of Justin II and Tiberius II Constantine.
[2] “They were a provincial landowning family, but operating on a totally different level to the Psimanobet house. The Apions were by far the largest landowners of Egypt, and on an imperial level they could well have been the single richest dynasty in the Empire. They provided numerous consuls and always sat in the Senate of Constantinople, because unlike the Psimanobets, the Apion family was usually based in the capital, visiting Egypt generally for a few months at a time annually.” – BG.