At the end of May they were back in Alexandria to find the rubble entirely cleared away, and new houses going up everywhere. Mithridates of Pergamum had shifted himself to a comfortable palace with his wife, Berenice, and their daughter, Laodice, and Rufrius was busy building a garrison for the wintering troops to the east of the city near the hippodrome racetrack, thinking it prudent to quarter his legions adjacent to the Jews and Metics.
Caesar was full of advice and reminders.
“Don’t be stingy, Cleopatra! Spend your money to feed your people, and don’t pass on the cost to the poor! Why do you think Rome has so little trouble with its proletariat? Don’t charge admission to the chariot racing, and think of a few spectacles you can put on in the agora free of charge. Bring companies of Greek actors to stage Aristophanes, Menander, the more cheerful playwrights—the common people don’t like tragedies because they tend to live tragedies. They prefer to laugh and forget their troubles for an afternoon. Put in many more public fountains, and build some ordinary bathhouses. In Rome, a frolic in a bathhouse costs a quarter of a sestertius—people leave in a good mood as well as clean. Keep those wretched birds under control during summer! Hire a few men and women to wash the streets, and put in decent public latrines anywhere there’s a running drain to carry the sewage away. Since Alexandria and Egypt are riddled with bureaucracies, institute citizen rolls that count heads as well as nobility, and establish a grain list that entitles the poor to one medimnus of wheat a month, plus a ration of barley so they can brew beer. The money you receive as income has to be distributed, not kept to molder—if you hoard it, you cause the economy to crash. Alexandria has been tamed, but it’s up to you to keep it tamed.”
And on, and on, and on. The laws she should pass, the bylaws and ordinances, the institution of a public auditing system. Reform Egypt’s banks, owned and controlled by Pharaoh through a creaking bureaucracy that wouldn’t do, just would not do!
“Spend more money on education, encourage pedagogues to set up schools in public places and markets, subsidize their fees so more children can learn. You need bookkeepers, scribes—and when more books come in, put them straight into the museum! Public servants are a lazy lot, so police their activities more stringently—and don’t offer them tenure for life.”
Cleopatra listened dutifully, felt a little like a rag doll that nodded its head every time it was jiggled. Now into her eighth month, she dragged herself around, couldn’t stay far from a chamber pot, had to endure Caesar’s son beating and battering her from inside while Caesar beat and battered her mind. Willing to endure anything except the thought that very soon he would be leaving, that she would have to live without him.
Finally came their last night, the Nones of June. At dawn Caesar, the 3,200 men of the Sixth Legion and the German cavalry would march for Syria on the first leg of a thousand-mile journey.
She tried hard to make it a pleasant night, understanding that, though he did love her in his way, no woman could ever replace Rome in Caesar’s heart, or mean quite as much to him as the Tenth or the Sixth. Well, they’ve been through more together. They are entwined among the very fibers of his being. But I too would die for him—I would, I would! He is the father I didn’t have, the husband of my heart, the perfect man. Who else in this whole world can equal him? Not even Alexander the Great, who was an adventuring conqueror, uninterested in the mundanities of good government or the empty bellies of the poor. Babylon holds no lure for Caesar. Caesar would never replace Rome with Alexandria. Oh, I wish he would! With Caesar by my side, Egypt would rule the world, not Rome.
They could kiss and cuddle, but lovemaking was impossible. Though a man as controlled as Caesar isn’t put out by that. I like the way he strokes me, so rhythmic and firm, yet the skin of his palm is smooth. After he goes, I will be able to imagine those hands, so beautiful. His son will be just like him.
“After Asia, will it be Rome?” she asked.
“Yes, but not for very long. I have to fight a campaign in Africa Province and finish the Republicans for good,” he said, and sighed. “Oh, that Magnus had lived! Things might have turned out very differently.”
She experienced one of her peculiar insights. “That’s not so, Caesar. Had Magnus lived, had he reached an accommodation with you, nothing would have been different. There are too many others who will never bend the knee to you.”
For a moment he said nothing, then laughed. “You’re right, my love, absolutely right. It’s Cato keeps them going.”
“Sooner or later you’ll be permanently in Rome.”
“One of these days, perhaps. I have to fight the Parthians and get Crassus’s Eagles back fairly soon, however.”
“But I must see you again! I must! I had thought that as soon as your wars against the Republicans were over, you would settle to rule Rome. Then I could come to Rome to be with you.”
He lifted himself on one elbow to look down at her. “Oh, Cleopatra, will you never learn? First of all, no sovereign can be away from their realm for months at a time, so you can’t come to Rome. And secondly, it’s your duty as a sovereign to rule.”
“You’re a sovereign, but you’re away for ages at a time,” she said mutinously.
“I am not a sovereign! Rome has consuls, praetors, an array of magistrates. A dictator is a temporary measure, no more. The moment I as the Dictator set Rome on her feet properly, I will step down. Just as Sulla did. It’s not my constitutional prerogative to rule Rome. Were it, I wouldn’t be away from Rome. Just as you can’t absent yourself from Egypt.”
“Oh, let’s not quarrel on our last night!” she cried, her hand clasping his forearm urgently.
But to herself she was thinking, I am Pharaoh, I am God on earth. I can do whatever I want to do, nothing constrains me. I have Uncle Mithridates and four Roman legions. So when you have vanquished the Republicans and take up residence in Rome, Caesar, I will come to you.
Not rule Rome?
Of course you will!