Governor’s palace, Colonia Agrippina, late September 178
The man was old, ancient really. Or at least so it seemed, although he was in fact only in his sixth decade. His hands, gnarled like an old tree’s roots, bore the marks of countless burns and a lifetime of work. Yet he was richly clothed, his toga as fine as any equestrian’s one, which was only fair as he was a member of the rich class.
He'd never entered the cursus publicus, spending his life in his workshop working with fire, glass and powders to create marvels or with ink and papyrus or parchment to do accounting or deal with the responsibilities that were his by virtue of being the head of the glassmakers’ college, and only reaching the equestrian census at an age too advanced to enter the public career.
Titus Claudius Cicero had invented new ways to work the glass, and improved on old techniques. His work on glass colours was renowned, the result of numerous experiments throughout the years, and he was now about to present his masterpiece to the most powerful man of the empire.
He’d known he’d wanted to meet with the emperor the moment he’d heard of his coming, four months before. Since then he’d spent most of his time in his workshop, getting his gift ready. Once he’d been reasonably confident of his success he’d sought out the governor and made sure he’d arrange an audience with the emperor, a bag of gold sealing the deal.
Now he was about to meet the emperor. The gift was already in the audience chamber of the palace, hidden behind a cloth, but it was in fact just a pretense. He had another gift for Marcus Aurelius, one much more precious…
Around him a number of people also waited for their audience with the Princeps. Most came to ask for favours, but not Claudius Cicero : he only wanted to gift. Patiently he waited, going through the pages of the codex his slave carried for him and which was the true reason for his presence.
Finally the moment came. A slave called for his name and he came to the door of the audience hall, which then opened to let him in while his name was shouted by the chambelland. Around a hundred men were waiting in the room, which was dominated by an estrade on which stood an ivory curule chair, a masterpiece of sculpture, on which sat the Emperor.
Walking about twenty pace to the spot indicated by an attendant, Claudius Cicero bowed respectfully to his lord who greeted him, allowing him to raise his head. “Princeps, I’ve come to make you two gifts. The first I hope will please you while the second I hope may interest you.”
Behind him two slaves had pushed the rolling frame on which lay his masterpiece. Taking the clothe away, the glassmaker showed to the amazed crowd his larger than life imperial portrait made in the millefiori technique : thousands of pieces of glass rods welded together formed the image, somewhat mosaic like but translucent too as he demonstrated by moving a torch behind the glass panel.
A number of the rods he’d especially made using thin sheets of gold that now shined under the light, giving a brilliant halo around the head of the emperor. It was a wonder as the Empire had never seen, and well worth the praise it would get in later literature. The method used made the curls of the hair and of the bard lifelike, the moving light giving the illusion of movement, while the eyes shone as if an intellect was trapped in the panel.
At least as impressive was the large range of colors displayed in the panel : it seemed that all the shades of the world had been captured, with vibrant reds, deep purples, wonderful blues and greens, dark blacks and so many other hues which none could remember ever seeing in glass.
“This, Princeps, is the gift that I hope will please you. This is all my skill could do to render honor to the ruler of the Res Publica. But my other gift, although in appearance more modest, might interest you more as it may prove of use to the empire. Two years ago my apprentice died of a wound caused by the carelessness of a slave who poured molten glass on his arm. I have thus no heir for the knowledge I spent a life collecting, and so have decided to entrust it to you.”
On this words he made a sign to his slave who came forward with the massive codex his master had been perusing only moments before. One of the emperor’s attendant came forward to take the gift and bring it to the emperor.
“In this I compiled the results of the methodical research I’ve been doing into glassmaking and colors. The effect of flames on components, the effects of combination of components, how to find the best components in nature as far as the merchants I met could tell me, all organized in a systematic way in a way that would have probably interested Aristotle himself. The copy of the codex you now hold is the true result of my life, and this copy is for you. I have also had five other copies made for the Academia in Rome and four libraries here in Colonia Agripina, in Pergamon, in Alexandria and in Carthago so that this knowledge may be shared with all.”