The Storm of Heaven (40 page)

"Huh. You held this chair while I was away in the East. I could retire to Tivoli and take my ease in the countryside, but then
you
would have to be here instead. Would you like that?"

"I would not!" Aurelian made a horrible face, miming disgust at the thought. "You deserve this, I'm sure. Better to be afield, on a fine horse, with sun and wind in my hair."

"Hmmm. Perhaps. You've just come from the south?"

"Yes," Aurelian said and, for a wonder, his expression remained cheerful. "Things are going well! The harbors at Puteoli and Misenum are cleared, so the fleet has a harborage closer than Syracuse, and the work at Stabiae and Neapolis is well under way. The air has freshened, too, so that the loss of life from poisonous vapors has all but disappeared."

One of the problems afflicting the men laboring in the dead cities were pockets of poisonous gas trapped in the rubble. Workers digging in the ash were often overcome. Many had died.

"And the graves?"

Aurelian's expression darkened. "All done, at last. So many of them... my clerks tally the total loss of life at just over forty thousand men, women and children. Countless animals also perished. We've burned all of them, lest they stench up the entire province, and the citizens have been either interred or cremated, when we could find a relative to tell us what to do. The towns of Herculaneum, Pompeii and Acerrae have been completely destroyed. Herculaneum and Pompeii, in fact, are completely gone, buried under cooling ash and lava. Acerrae still stands, but every last living thing in the
urb
was killed by poisonous vapors. On the other hand, the damage to the Via Appia and the Via Popila has been almost completely repaired. I spoke with Gregorius Auricus' man, Gaius Julius, who has charge of the project. He's done a fine job."

Galen put his chin in his hand and sighed, thinking of the plan to reopen the circus. Gregorius and this Gaius had put that together as well.

"Then matters are well in hand," he said.

"Yes," Aurelian said cheerfully. "There is even a chance of a harvest in the late fall if the weather remains mild. Some of the older farmers tell me that the lands under the ash will be even more fertile than they were before. Well, if there are reasonable rains..."

"Huh," Galen grunted. "Watered with the blood of the citizens! That is some good news. I am glad that you can be done with it, for I've another task at hand. This one will be outdoors, too, so you can rest easy about that."

"Really? What has happened?" Aurelian looked excited at the prospect of continuing his work in the field. Rarely had Galen met a man less suited for working in an office. The Emperor gestured to one of the servants standing by the door.

"Nilos, send in tribune Dagobert. He should be in the
triclinium
. Horse, have you had anything to eat today?"

Aurelian looked puzzled for a moment, then said, "By Hercules, no! I'm famished."

Galen made a face and then gestured to the servants again. "Bring something to eat for all three of us. We'll take it on the terrace."

When dour old Tiberius had built his residence on the Palatine, it had been a regular two-story Roman town house. Somewhat more richly appointed than most, but still traditional. Later, when Domitian the Cruel had torn down the patrician villas remaining on the hill to build his massive, integrated palace complex, a garden terrace had been added to the northern side of the Villa Triana.

The result, as far as Galen was concerned, was that he had a fine shady garden outside his office, where he could take a meal with his brother and the commander of the Rhine Legions in peace and quiet. Before he left the desk, he put it in order, then followed his brother out onto the terrace. The servants had already set up a brass table with a decorated cloth, plates and some wine.

"Something has happened," Galen said as he sat. Nilos appeared, leading Dagobert, who was looking around in appreciation at the garden and the view and the serving girls carrying out plates of cold meats, cheese, bread, candied figs, fresh-cut vegetables, sliced fruits and a honey-glazed duck. "Aurelian, you've met Dagobert, son of Lothair, before, yes?"

Aurelian nodded to the Frankish noble in greeting. The tribune was a very tall man with long fair hair. Like most of the northern barbarians, he was blue-eyed and sharp-featured. Dagobert bowed deeply to the Emperor and, at Galen's gesture, sat. With most men, the Frank would have been lordly, even remote, but seated in the company of his avowed lord he was diffident and humble. Like Aurelian, he was wearing the polished breastplate, greaves and leather
pteruges
of a Legion officer under a dark cloak.

"Ave, Lord and God," he said. "You are well?"

"I am," Galen said, picking at the food on his plate with an eating tine. "How stand things in Gaul?"

"They are good,
Augustus
," Dagobert replied. Aurelian, meanwhile, had piled an enormous amount of spiced lamb, bread and cheese on his plate. Apparently ravenous, the
Caesar
was digging into the food after anointing it liberally with fish sauce. "Recent actions in the south have restored order amongst the truculent Euskadae and the Bretons. The frontier along the Rhenus remains intact. In all, things are of a peaceful state, which I think will maintain for the rest of the year."

"Good," Galen said with heartfelt relief. "What of Britannia?"

Dagobert sighed and his good humor vanished. "Things are not so well. Last year it seemed reasonable to withdraw the Legion at Eboracum. Unfortunately, a great force of Scandians landed on the eastern shore in spring and the local chiefs, despite strenuous efforts, have failed to dislodge them. I have sent a mishmash of cohorts drawn from here and from there to aid Ammianus, who is governor of Britannia. It may not be enough."

Galen tapped his nose with a forefinger. He had other reports, sent by agents in Londinium, relating the same tale. Luckily, the Northmen had come ashore in the great fens and bogs near Branodunum, a poor and desolate part of the province. While the local governor could not get at the invaders, neither could they pillage the countryside.

"It will be enough for the moment," Galen said after considering the matter. "The Britons are doughty fighters. I will send Ammianus a rescript withholding taxation from the province and placing the sums so gathered in his own hands, to arm and outfit men to repel this attack. Between this aid and the reinforcements you have already sent, he should be able to punish these barbarians thoroughly."

"Perhaps," Dagobert said, unconvinced. "Ammianus is not a general. He may not be suitable for the task."

"Who commands the troops already sent?"

"My third-best legate, a Briton himself, named Uthar. He is a solid man, so he should be able to at least hold the Scandians at bay. Pepin, my second, I have left in command of the Rhenus Legions, in case the tribes beyond the river decide to try us while I am away."

Aurelian stopped stuffing his mouth with fried bread dipped in garlic butter for a moment.

"Not drive them off?" The
Caesar
seemed angry at the prospect. "Not crush these barbarians and cast them back into the sea amid the ruin of their ships?"

"No," Dagobert said, shaking his head. A flinty look entered his eyes at the disbelief in Aurelian's face. "Things are changing in the north, beyond the frontier. The Scandian tribes grow very numerous, while our numbers of men under arms remain the same, or less, than they were before. In Germania and Gaul we are very lucky, for the Saxons and the Franks-beyond-the-River are our shield."

Dagobert took pains to distance himself as a chief of the Franks-within-the-Empire from those that remained outside of Roman jurisdiction. The near collapse of the Western Empire during the previous century allowed many tribes, including the Franks, to migrate into Gaul. When Imperial order had been restored, the various Emperors had adopted a policy of dissemination. Each household was allotted lands scattered throughout Gaul and the Narbonensis. In this way, by diluting the invaders amongst the mostly Romanized Gaulish population, it was hoped the outlanders would abandon their old ways and become Roman citizens.

Galen was not sure the policy was working, but it did provide a sorely needed reservoir of soldiery for the Western Legions. Dagobert was a good example. His forefathers had led the Frankish migration. Now he served in the Legion and had risen to a very respectable rank. In this way, the Empire directed the ambitions of those who might otherwise seek to carve a demesne from the corpse of the Imperial order.

"Britannia," the tribune continued, "does not have that luxury. Its long eastern coast is exposed to Scandian raids and invasion. Our northern fleet is in a parlous state as well, with most of the ships withdrawn to the
Mare Internum
. We are not able to contest these raids at sea... Lord and God, I know that you have won a great victory in the East, but we need to set our own house in order before too much more time has passed."

The Emperor curled his fingers into a fist. He knew all these things, but hard choices had to be made, and Dagobert lacked the latest news from the East. "Tribune, I take your words to heart, but let me relate what I have recently learned."

Aurelian, polishing off a cream custard glazed with Indian cinnamon, looked up with interest. Dagobert's long face grew longer.

"I have kept this news from common circulation," Galen began after taking a sip of wine. "Because I do not wish the people to be further troubled, still shaken as they are by the eruption of Vesuvius. However, this will be common currency in the Forum and the markets by the end of the week, for the ship that brought it to me will be only the first of many.

"In the recent war against the Persians, the Eastern Emperor used the Hellenic cities of the Decapolis and Syria as pawns to keep the main Persian army in play, while we struck out of the north. In the short term, this maneuver worked admirably and the Sassanid kings have been thrown down. Unfortunately, these same cities of the Decapolis and Nabatean Petra suffered heavily. In fact, the frontier city of Palmyra was utterly destroyed.

"To make matters plain, these diverse cities have risen up in revolt, aided by certain Arab tribes, against the Eastern Emperor. Further, they have won two great victories in Syria. First, they have smashed and scattered a great Eastern army under the command of Prince Theodore."

"Haw!" Aurelian smirked. "That pup didn't learn, did he? I remember what you've said of him, Gales. Got his soldier lopped off, did he? Waving it around in public, I warrant."

Galen stilled his brother with a stern glance and continued. "Prince Theodore then worsened the problem by abandoning the campaign and fleeing back to Constantinople, leaving the remains of his army under the command of an Armenian mercenary named Vardanes. Stripped of most of his troops, Vardanes fell back into Syria Magna. At the time that seemed prudent, since Damascus is the lynchpin of the Eastern frontier.

"However, the commanders of this rebellion are not short-sighted men. From the fragmentary accounts that I have received, it seems they split their army into at least three elements. One, I suspect the largest, has moved north to besiege Damascus. The second made its way in haste to the coast and stormed the great port of Caesarea Maritima. The third has moved south to threaten Egypt."

Aurelian and Dagobert's eyes widened. It was not enough that the entire Eastern frontier should collapse, but now the critical corn supply from Egypt—the source of nearly a quarter of the corn consumed in Rome and
all
of the supply for Constantinople—was threatened. These were daring rebels indeed.

"This is not all," Galen continued in a bleak voice. "I am assured the lamentable Prince Theodore also left these rebels a generous gift. At Caesarea, in harbor, awaiting his further command, was nearly half of the Eastern fleet, warships and transports alike. A very great portion of that fleet is now in the hands of the rebels."

"Bugger all," Aurelian hissed. He was no clerk, but he knew the value of a fleet in the
Mare Internum
. "There's not been a hostile, non-Roman fleet in the Inner Sea for centuries!"

"True enough, Horse, but no longer the case."

"The corn supply," Dagobert said slowly. "Unless this fleet is destroyed, they will threaten Egypt from both land and sea. The Eastern Empire will be crippled."

"And we will suffer as well." Galen gestured towards the south. "The loss of the Campanian farmlands in this eruption will require us to import an additional five million tons of wheat, rye and millet from the delta in the next two years. Normally, this would not be an issue, since the Egyptian harvests have been high for the past decade, but if Egypt is lost?"

"Famine," Aurelian muttered, looking out over the red roofs and white temples of the city. "Riots and insurrection, rationing... Can the African provinces make up the lack?"

"I have sent letters to the governors of Mauretania and Numidia, urging them to see more land placed under cultivation and all harvests are well accounted for. Some portion of their production is exported to the black kingdoms beyond the Gates of Hercules, but not enough to make up the difference."

Dagobert leaned back in his wicker chair, thick-fingered hand stroking his clean-shaven chin.

"What will we do?" Aurelian was pensive. "Egypt is our responsibility now, since you brokered that deal with Heraclius two years ago. We have, what? A half-legion of miscellaneous troops there? Not much of a garrison."

"True," Galen said, sitting forward, hands clasped. "They will need to be reinforced. I have given considerable thought to this matter in the past week. This is my intent: Aurelian, you will take command of the Western fleet and the three legions currently recuperating and retraining here in Rome. You will sail to Egypt as soon as possible and secure the province. Those three legions, comprising the First Minerva, Second Triana and Third Augusta, are our best troops. With them, you should be able to repel any attack."

"I'll say!" Aurelian got a gleam in his eye. "Do you suppose, if I take Judea and Syria back, we can keep them?"