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Banned
FOR WANT OF THE HAMMER
FAREWELLS, 647 AVC
FAREWELLS, 647 AVC
"Ah, scarcely a month back and with my girls, and it's off to serve Rome again," sighed Sulla dramatically to his audience; Sulla always loved to have drama in his life.
"Your two girls...and now one other, unknown," answered Caecilia Sullana, and patted her flat stomach.
The silence was broken by a shriek of mirth from Cornelia Scipionis Nasica, "Oh my dear, that's wonderful!" Being the newest member of this extended family-alliance group, she was determined to be regarded as a welcome and friendly addition. It was October 15th, and the families of the men who were going with Spurius Dellius to the Hispaniae to defeat the Germans had all gathered in the commander's house; Spurius Dellius was not highborn, but he was certainly rich! His servants had inserted large shutters in the gaps of his spacious Loggia's walls; in this way he had created a dining room large enough to fit the several attending families, and warm enough to make the venue attractive.
Spurius Dellius's wife Julia, shrewd woman that she was, had had one long table set up; in this way nobody was left out and one had only to turn one's head to see every other person attending. The seating of men and women alternated, with couples seated directly across from each other; other than this marital compromise, every person was seated near others he was on good terms with but did not know well. This kept the conversation both civil and intriguing.
Though spring and autumn were the fast seasons for social life, every person even remotely related to this venture had found some way to attend. Spurius Dellius and Julia of course attended--he at the table's head, she at the foot--along with her family (Gaius Julius Senior, Marcia Regina, Quaestor Sextus, Flamen Dialis Gaius, and unmarried Julilla), her father's nephews and their families (Catulus Caesar, Catulus Junior, second wife Servilia Caepionis, Lucius Julius Caesar, wife Aelia, Gaius Julius Caesar Strabo Vopiscus, wife Sempronia Tuditani), the Flamen Dialis's wife and in-laws (Cornelia Scipionis Nasica, Scipio Nasica, wife Caecilia Metella, son Scipio Nasica). Since Drusus Junior had headed back to Rome on hearing of Caepio Junior's death, and was now going to Spain with Dellius, there was him and his family (father Drusus, mother Cornelia Scipionis, sister Livia Drusa--who was also betrothed to Scipio Nasica Junior, and thus sat across from him). With the Livii Drusi came Publius Rutilius Rufus and family--Rufus's dead wife was Drusus's sister, and he was a friend of Gaius Julius Senior and Sulla besides. With Rufus came his sister Rutilia, her husband Cotta, and their large brood--including Lucius Cotta, who was going with Dellius to Spain. Then, since Caecilia Sullana and Quintus Caecilius Metellus Piglet were in attendance, there were Metella Calva and Lucullus, and the Pontifex Maximus, and his cousins the Caecilii Metelli uncles of Nepos, who were also Scipio Nasica's wife's brothers--Nepos was on the road to Sicily with Lucius Valerius Flaccus. Scipio Nasica's wife and her brothers also had another sister, Caecilia Metella, who was Publius Servilius Vatia's wife. Then there were their nieces--and Nepos's sisters--the upright and chaste Vestal Virgin Caecilia Metella Balearica, and Caecilia Metella Balearica and her husband the new Aedile Appius Claudius Pulcher. Since Caecilia Sullana was there and her late mother was a Domitia, that dragged the Ahenobarbus brothers there. And since that Domitia's sister was the wife of Caepio, she and he ended up attending--still grieving for his son, and still depressed--with their daughter Servilia Caepionis.
[that...that took me ten minutes to write--now to count....]
The 46 people in attendance were a mixed crowd; some were not on good terms with others, while others were on good terms with all. Some were approaching sixty years of age while others were barely out of puberty. They all came together that day, however, and partook in the good will that Julia especially exuded.
Sulla had issued his statement during a lull in the conversation around him; his wife across from him was getting along well with the people near her, as was he. To Sulla's right was Cornelia Scipionis Nasica, whose shriek had caused him to jump, and to his left was Livia Drusa--an utterly dejected-looking girl who spoke in monosyllables. To Caecilia Sullana's right was Vatia, and to her left was Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus. The shriek had stopped all other conversation; as women stood to flit to the lucky woman's side and appreciate her condition--not Livia Drusa though, Sulla noticed. Why am I so interested in her fate?--Sulla rose, sighing, and protested loudly that he needed fresh air. Half the men stood with him, agreeing.
Bellies full and skins warm, they moved into the Peristyle Garden, leaving the warm Loggia to the women. Here the air was cool and still, but sheltered from the biting autumn wind. Dellius's precious trees were shedding their leaves, but a boy armed with a broom who patrolled the Peristyle's floor made sure that the tiles bordering the garden remained impeccable.
The men mingled and talked; Scipio Nasica especially, noted Sulla, was trying to make unerring conservatives out of his emotionally distant cousins. Sextus Caesar was succumbing, but the Flamen Dialis was made of sterner stuff; interesting.... Except for Scipio Nasica, the Pontiffs huddled together; Lucius Caecilius Metellus, Marcus Livius Drusus, Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus. Scaurus--with a lot of work to do around Ostia and on good terms with neither Dellius nor Scipio Nasica nor Drusus--had declined an invitation politely, and Quintus Mucius Scaevola would go nowhere near his ex-wife's extended family.
As he was observing this, a strong hand grasped Sulla's elbow. He looked up to see tall Spurius Dellius standing over him and looking friendly. "Why don't we retire to the Atrium, Lucius Cornelius? It is a bit crowded even here." Since Sulla had arrived in Rome their meetings had always been rather public, and they'd had no chance to talk about Sulla's legateship and its limits. Sulla nodded and allowed himself to be steered to the Atrium, with a shake of his head for Piglet, who was silently offering to follow.
"So," said Sulla, low-voiced, when a hundred feet separated them from the crowd of talking men. "What do you want to know?"
"I know just from looking at you, and the ideas that you have, that you will be vastly important in Rome's future, Lucius Cornelius. You are competent and you are intelligent, and I do not begrudge you one ounce of independence that you will need to thrive. Without your information I would not have pushed so much for this command, and it would have been given to a Consular when the truth outed; I am a grateful man, and I must repay my debt to you. What do you need?"
Sulla had thought long and hard on this as far back as Aquitania. However, the necessary information hadn't been available in Gaul, and it was only when back in Rome that Sulla had access to it. He sent Trophimus and some clerks to every library and repository known to Rome, as well as to the houses of every amateur Senatorial geographer and geologist; Lucius Cornelius Sissina had been especially eager to oblige a fellow Patrician Cornelius. This was how Sulla learned of the geography of the Hispaniae, and what he wanted.
"I want Hispania Ulterior--the Further Province. I'm sure you've investigated Spain as closely as I have, and you know that any continental war there has to be fought on two fronts--the Baetic Mountains, the Central Desert, and the Iberic Mountains divide Hispania in two. We'll both fight rebellious tribes in our respective halves, and I'll drive northward and then eastward while you push the Germans east. We'll catch them in a pincer somewhere near the head of the Hiberus [Ebro] River."
Geography of Hispania
"A very sensible plan," nodded Spurius Dellius. "I assume you want the further province because that entails less contact and oversight from Rome.... Less awkward for me as well; nobody will know that you're virtually independent."
"Exactly," nodded Sulla. "I've been planning this since the end of last year."
"I don't doubt it." Spurius Dellius thrust his hand out and grasped Sulla's own, and was surprised by the strength in Sulla's beautiful pale hand. "Lucius Cornelius, it will be a pleasure working with you for however long this campaign lasts."
"Spurius Dellius," replied Sulla with a feral grin of his own, "I only hope that you're able to hold onto this command with all the jealous aristocrats that will be after it." Just then the two men heard the clatter of footsteps, and Lucullus swept past them in a fury.
"Whatever's the matter with him?" asked Spurius Dellius, face slack.
"I imagine," said Sulla with mischief in his eyes, "that someone's said something about his wife."
"No," said Julia, striding up to them and with mirth instead of mischief in her eyes. "It was his wife said something. Do come back to dinner, husband; you manage to stabilize any company you're in." Rolling his eyes at Sulla but grinning all the same, Spurius Dellius followed his wife back through to the Peristyle Garden and into the Loggia.
Sulla stopped at the Garden and joined four young men who were in deep discussion. "Lucius Cornelius!" Piglet greeted him. "Are we going to enjoy this campaign or what!"
"Calm down, son; you're growing on me," Sulla taunted, and gestured to the Piglet's groin where a mound of cloth indeed protruded vulgarly.
"Gah!" Quintus Caecilius squawked as everybody laughed, and he smoothed it down. "Damn stiff tunic; I'll have the washing-slaves beaten!"
"So they caused your unfortunate condition," pounced Lucius Cotta, showing his wit. "I'll have to find washerwomen as pretty as yours."
"No woman's as pretty as you," grinned Drusus Junior. After the shock of this statement--Drusus Junior was, though brilliant intellectually, somewhat dull socially--faded, the five burst into laughter again.
"Whereas you, Marcus Livius, are the exact opposite! My eyes were fine until I first saw you," grinned cross-eyed Caesar Strabo. More laughter was precluded by Julia, who again sallied out of the warm Loggia.
"Enough, all of you!" she laughed, "and back into the dining room! I heard everything you know, and you five disgust me!" This insult was tempered by her obvious mirth. "Really, Lucius Cornelius," she said to Sulla, who was the last to file back into the Loggia. "Boys like them, sure, but you? I expect better from a man nearing Praetorian age! Really!"
Yep, that's settled. A family tree is in the making.