FOR WANT OF THE HAMMER
ROMA ET ITALIA PART 8, 647 AVC
A week had passed since the decisive whirlwind acquittal of Ahenobarbus, and Lucius Licinius Lucullus decided that it was time to get some answers. He shivered and walked quickly with his arms wrapped about him through the streets of the Palatine, for the weather hadn't tempered a bit, and February was biting just as hard as December and January had.
He'd waited patiently for a letter from Gaius Fulcinius, or any indication that he would receive an explanation, but nothing had occurred. Oh, he'd been so angry! So angry! No more acting in front of the Caecilii Metelli, he'd cursed Marcus Antonius and Quintus Servilius Caepio just as loudly as the rest of them for speaking in defense of that vile, intemperate man.
Gaius Fulcinius saw Lucullus's face as he was let in, and didn't like what he saw. The man was so conceited! What did he have to offer anybody, other than his wife? Fulcinius forced himself not to smile; if he ever spoke in public against Lucullus, he'd use that colorful term. Giving a friendly smile he said, "My good friend Lucius Licinius, what can I do for you?"
"You can give me an explanation, that's what!" said Lucullus, sweeping past Fulcinius and into the bare garden; all the leaves and greenery were gone, fallen during the winter, and the garden didn't have the calming effect it had had before.
Fulcinius, who was standing in the archway, raised his eyebrows when Lucullus turned. "Lucius Licinius, you must have known that victory is never completely assured. While the Equestrians do support me, they're also grateful for Gnaeus Domitius's grain acquisitions, and the reopening of trade in Numidia."
"They're more than just
grateful to you; they worship the ground you walk on!"
"Yes, but they hadn't seen my legislation's tangible results. Gnaeus Domitius's grain and trade immediately caused gold and silver to stream into their accounts."
"No!" said Lucullus loudly, thrusting a foot forward in unconscious defiance. "You didn't try hard enough! You didn't even want to convict Ahenobarbus."
Fulcinius could see that this last statement wasn't too sure, and that Lucullus wanted to be convinced. Gah, but he was an idiot! What had he ever done for Fulcinius? What use was there for him, and what use was there in calming and assuring him? He was just a waste of time. But...but....
Now that the thinking of Scaurus and his followers had swung in the direction of Lucullus's, the man was spending much more time with all of them. Whereas before he had avoided speaking to his brother- and cousins-in-law due to the awkwardness of Caecilia Metella Calva's behavior, and due to their own--as he saw it--pigheadedness in supporting Catulus Caesar; now he spoke with them enthusiastically of new evidence and witnesses to support the case against Catulus Caesar, and the bravery of Quintus Caecilius, among other things. The Pontifex Maximus and his astute elderly cousin Quintus Caecilius Balearicus were perceptive enough to realize that this was what Lucullus had wanted all along; however, far from being just as perceptive as Gaius Fulcinius and knowing that this was due to jealousy, they saw it as hidden wisdom, and made much of his aptitude around the Forum.
And, because he was conversing and associating with Scaurus and the Caecilii Metelli much more, he got much more exclusive inside information than he would have had they still supported Catulus Caesar. In the five weeks before Ahenobarbus's trial and after the Pontifex Maximus and Scaurus's changes of mind, he'd been very useful to Gaius Fulcinius indeed. And, since Gaius Fulcinius did not dwell with the super-noble crew, and since none of his supporters did, he kept up the Anti-Ahenobarbus pretense in order to keep Lucullus as a source.
And so he decided to allay Lucullus's fears and suspicions. Let him discover what I really think--of him, and of everything--some other day. This all flashed through his mind in a second. He stepped across the garden, arms held out, crying, "Lucius Licinius, Lucius Licinius! Have I not done much for you? I assure you that my agents did the best they could, but these damned Knights regard a lowly ignoble Tribune of the Plebs like me as their plaything! After all, they use us every year to keep the Senate in check as best they can. Ahenobarbus tout as a hero because of hid deeds, which--to them--are excellent, and his name!"
"What about his name?" Lucullus asked, genuinely curious. He wanted to believe that Fulcinius was on his side.
"Domitius! It's such an august and ancient plebeian name; the Equestrians love it! That a man from such an old and noble family is bold and--while his actions were illegal and reprehensible--"
almost got carried away with the praise! "successful makes the Knights doubt themselves. I'll have to make the most of Catulus Caesar's mistakes to convince them unequivocally that bad generalship and unconstitutional actions deserve the most stringent censure." Gaius Fulcinius knew that long and complicated words sometimes tended to win over an audience--especially one that didn't know all the oratorical tricks!--and his instinct was right with Lucullus.
The man sagged and sighed, "Ah, I must apologize, my friend. I came storming in here, accusing you of...the highest treason. Treason against Rome. Ah, the world is not our to command, is it? We must make our fortunes. Convince them." His fist slammed into his palm and he said, "Well, I'm going. There's work to do."
"Wait," Gaius Fulcinius grabbed Lucius Licinius's shoulder gently as he rushed toward the door. "I've had a week silent of information, Lucius Licinius. Do you care to tell me what Scaurus and your dear brother-in-law are planning?"
"Stop that," snapped Gaius Memmius angrily at Gaius Flavius Fimbria, whose teeth were chattering on the way back from Ostia. It was the ninth of Februarius, a day after Lucullus's visit to Gaius Fulcinius, and it was the day that Marcus Antonius had chosen to set out for his province.
"I'm late as it is," he'd said to his good friends--or so he thought--the week before. "I should've gotten there before you left, Fimbria." He'd stayed, of course, to speak in defense of Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus.
"Gah," said the soft Fimbria. "It's too cold in the year to travel. Just leave it to the clerks, nothing is going to happen."
Marcus Antonius gave him a scathing look and said, "That's no proper attitude. Anything that happens there is my responsibility, and I need to make sure that production is maxed out. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I want to give Gaius Fulcinius no excuse to rape the Treasury."
So they'd nodded and agreed to accompany him to Ostia--to keep up appearances. And bit their nails the whole way there, wondering what he'd discover. They'd had several letters from the merchants and warehouse-owners reassuring them of airtight ledger books and security; Memmius and Fimbria, however, were as a rule a nervous pair. Anything could go wrong! Anything at all!
Now they were returning to Rome, having to face the twenty-mile ride on horses. For Gaius Memmius it was uncomfortable, but it set Fimbria's teeth chattering. They'd both wanted to hire a warm, blanketed litter, but another of Marcus Antonius's scathing looks had stopped any additional words; a big, blustery, military man, Antonius Orator didn't understand his "friends'" softness.
In fact, it was this softness that perpetuated their friendship. In Rome Marcus Antonius was hard-pressed to find men who shared his views on the ongoing trials--all the rage about the entire city--and that he approved of. Quintus Servilius Caepio's defense of Catulus Caesar was despicable, and he was an oily man besides. The Equestrians, though supporting Ahenobarbus and condemning Catulus Caesar just as he did, were--so he thought--beneath his dignity; why should he mix with them? Titus Bruttius was an idiot, and too tied to Titus Pomponius. Which was why Marcus Antonius enjoyed mixing with Gaius Memmius and Gaius Flavius Fimbria: They shared his views.
However, both men being soft--as mentioned--meant that they were not really military men; they couldn't care less about developments in Gaul and Numidia unless it affected the price of grain, which they were--unbeknownst to anybody but themselves--of course speculating with, and had tried to manipulate. Because of the massive amounts of grain available due to Ahenobarbus, they hated him, and Gaius Memmius--Fimbria governing in Sicily at the time--had actually argued with Marcus Antonius against Ahenobarbus. That is, until Marcus Antonius drew the province of Sicily as his Propraetorian command.
So efficient and so dutiful, Marcus Antonius was sure to report irregularities due to Fimbria's scheming--and so Fimbria was against him. And then Gaius Memmius knew that Fimbria would turn around and blame
him, as Grain Quaestor years ago, to obtain clemency and even try to shift the blame. So they were both being as friendly to Marcus Antonius as possible; not an easy task, for Marcus Antonius Orator despised servility and sycophancy. A man should be his own man, and not butter up to others, thought Marcus Antonius. And so the two Gaiuses had to tread the precarious middle ground so that, if Marcus Antonius found any evidence of wrongdoing, they could appeal to him for forgiveness and clemency, and give the most terrible oaths, and give up their public careers--all to avoid being stripped of their citizenship and exiled.
Neither of these events would have bothered them on a spiritual or psychic level, for they cared as little for Rome and her citizenship as those two incorporeal concepts cared for them; no, they were terrified because exile and loss of citizenship were scandalously ruinous. They'd die dirt-poor in a ditch somewhere, if they were caught. So they resolved to use any methods--but preferably the easiest, least bloody methods--to prevent this.
So they had skillfully buttered up to Marcus Antonius without alarming his sense of decency and manhood, and sent him off to Sicily with as good an opinion of them as possible.
"W-well I c-can't help it," chattered Fimbria miserably in response to Gaius Memmius's command.
"Well the river's lined with houses! Just stop and buy a tunic or blanket or
something; stop that damn chattering!" His partner-in-crime's chattering didn't truly bother Gaius Memmius; he was just angry and nervous about what Marcus Antonius might discover.
"Ugh, h-h-horrible! A R-roman Senator buying some p-peasant's p-pigshit cloak? Sickeni-i-i-A-CHOO!" Fimbria finished with a monstrous sneeze that sent phlegm onto the road and his horse beginning to bolt. He wrenched the reins and slapped the animal's neck. "Stupid horse!" he roared, quite without chattering, and the horse stopped, surprised again.
Memmius got his horse to canter up, and slowed to resume the previous pace, all while laughing. "Oh, my tears might freeze!" he shouted shrilly. "I would've called you Balbatius--" [the Stutterer] "--were it not for that last yell! You forget all cold when you're surprised, huh?"
Fimbria stared at him indignantly but said nothing. The downside to having an efficient partner-in-crime at fleecing the Treasury was that one could never say or do any real offence. Memmius's laughter soon subsided, and they went on in silence, except for the whistling wind and the chattering that it caused in the cold air.
"Shame you didn't bring any slaves," said Memmius thoughtfully after some minutes. "You could've just taken his tunic."
Fimbria groaned. "Next t-time be assured, I'll take a slave anywhere I g-go." Neither stopped to think of the discomfort or injury this might cause the slave; of course not, they were Fimbria and Memmius, and this was Rome. Where in the whole wide world did anybody care about a slave's health ahead of his own comfort?
Gaius Memmius said, "Oh, Metella Calva takes a slave everywhere she goes."
They both howled with laughter, and Fimbria forgot his chill again. "Oh, but I f-fuck slaves just like she does! Only the ones I do are female!" he said. That set them off again, until they calmed; neither able to think of another joke, they rode in silence again.
"Say," began Gaius Memmius, who began most of their conversations, "why weren't you in the Senate two days ago?" The Senate hadn't met the day before because it was an official Comitial Day, and it had been the day of Ahenobarbus's trial--the Senate didn't meet on Comitial Days.
"Oh," Fimbria's hand flopped around, "just s-some b-b-b-
BUSINESS" he forced out. "Why, what happened?"
"Our dear Pontifex Maximus stood up at the end of the meeting, just before adjournment, and declared that he wouldn't intercalate this year."
"Well, why not?"
"
He says that the gods don't approve of it, or some-such other mumbo-jumbo, but
I think that he wants to give less time of the year for Fulcinius et alii to legislate, and to work further mischief."
"Oh, clever L-lucius Caeci-ilius! W-what's that, t-twenty-t-two days less?"
Gaius Memmius nodded. "Yes, that's the part of Intercalaris that we don't get this year. Lucius Caecilius is usually so anal about keeping the calendar in line with the seasons; it's amazing that he ventured to leap the Leap Year. I guess Intercalaris in two years will be forty-four days long." [Roman Leap Years occurred once every two years]
"Oh well done, Lucius C-caecilius!" said Fimbria, almost repeated himself.
"Yes," said Memmius, hugging his arms around himself. "Well done indeed, P-p-p-DAMN IT, n-not me t-too!"