XXXVI

This means the end of Catilina,' said Eco that night, reclining on his dining couch. The meal was finished. The food and utensils had been cleared away and only a pitcher of watered wine remained. Diana was fast asleep in her bed, and Bethesda and Menenia had retired to another room.

'Until today,' Eco went on, 'no one in Rome was certain what would happen. There still seemed a very real chance of an uprising in the city, successful or not. You could feel it in the streets — the anger, the resentment, the restlessness, the longing for any sort of change at any cost. It was as if people were hoping that the sky would open and reveal a whole new pantheon of gods looking down from the heavens.'

'Is this what you meant in your letter to me, when you said you could speak more frankly face to face?' I said.

'Well, I could hardly express such ideas in a letter, could I? Look what's become of Lentulus and Cethegus for putting their incriminating thoughts onto parchment! Not that I sympathize with them, but everyone has to be very careful these days — what one says, to whom one talks…'

' "The eyes and ears of the consul are everywhere," ' I said.

'Exactly.'

'And his eyes watch even one another.' 'Yes.'

'Then it's too bad all Cicero's cross-eyed spies haven't tripped over their own feet!' said Meto suddenly, with a vehemence that surprised us. He had been sitting quietly on his couch, drinking watered wine and listening.

Eco looked at his brother, confused. 'What do you mean, Meto?'

‘I mean — I'm not sure what I mean, but I thought Cicero's speech today was sickening.' His voice was infused with the fervent passion of those who are very young, very earnest, very angry. 'Do you think there was a word of truth in it?'

'Of course there was,' said Eco. Meanwhile I kept quiet, leaned back, and listened to them debate. 'You don't suppose Cicero concocted those letters himself?'

'No, but who concocted the scheme in. the first place?'

'What scheme?'

"The idea for the conspirators to discredit themselves by dealing with the Allobroges.'

'Lentulus came up with the scheme, I suppose, or one of the other—'

'Why not Cicero?' said Meto.

'But—'

‘I was listening to some men talking in the Forum after the speech was over and the crowd was breaking up. These men were saying that the Allobroges are unhappy with Roman rule, and not without reason. The Roman officials in Gaul are corrupt and greedy, like Roman officials everywhere. That's why the envoys came to Rome, seeking redress from the Senate.'

'Exactly,' agreed Eco. 'And knowing their discontent, Lentulus saw an opportunity to suborn them.'

'Or was it Cicero who saw an opportunity to use them for his own ends? Don't you see, Eco, it's just as likely that it was the Allobroges who approached Catilina's supporters, that the idea came from them, acting secretly at Cicero's behest. He said in his speech today that he was desperate for a way to expose his enemies, to draw them out. Desperate enough to engineer this whole affair himself! Lentulus and Cethegus were set up, and like fools they took the bait. Now Cicero has them in his net, and they'll never get out'

Eco leaned back, looking pensive. 'Men were saying this in the Forum?'

'Not too loudly, as you can imagine, but I have good ears.'

'It makes sense, I must admit, but it's mad.'

'Why? We all know that Cicero prefers to operate in secrecy, with trickery and deceit Do you think he's above stage-managing the whole incident? It's so simple, so clear. The Allobroges come seeking favours, and the Senate ignores them. Cicero is the most powerful man in

Rome; he can get them what they want, if anyone can. He makes them promises, but in return they must act as his agents. So they approach Lentulus and Cethegus, claiming to seek an alliance. Without Catilina to guide them, Lentulus and Cethegus and the rest are getting nowhere on their own, so they eagerly take up the offer. But the Allobroges want an agreement in writing- only that will satisfy Cicero — and the fools give it to them. The envoys pretend to leave for their homeland. Acting on information from Cicero, two praetors stage a dramatic mock ambush on the Milvian Bridge.' 'Why "mock"?' said Eco.

'Because, while the praetors thought the ambush was real, the men they ambushed were expecting them and put up no resistance. Why? Because the informant Volturcius, who was accompanying the Allobroges, was also in on the game, another of Cicero's agents.'

'Were they saying that, too, in the Forum?'

'No,' said Meto, with a hint of a smile softening his outrage. "The part about Volturcius is my idea.'

'But not unlikely,' I said, sitting up and rejoining the conversation. 'We know that Cicero's spies are everywhere.'

'Even in this room,' whispered Meto, so low that I barely heard him.

'Still,' said Eco, shaking his head, 'even if what you say is true, and Cicero set a trap for the conspirators, they needn't have stepped into it. They allied themselves with foreign subjects and plotted war against Rome.'

'Yes,' I said, 'and Meto is right to call them fools for doing it. The Roman people might forgive a plot to bring down the state from within — many of them might even join in such an insurrection, if only for the chance to plunder — but for Romans to plot with foreigners against the state is unforgivable. It turns them from rebels into traitors. I think you're right, Eco, when you say that Catilina can never recover from this. Really, it's no wonder Cicero gave thanks to the gods at the end of his speech — Jupiter himself couldn't have devised a more foolproof way to discredit Catilina and his followers.'

Meto covered his ears. 'Please, Papa, no talk about gods! You know how Cicero really feels about religion; he makes quite a show among his intellectual friends of having no belief in the gods at all. He says it's all nonsense and superstition. Yet when he talks to the people in the Forum, he turns as pious as a priest and calls himself Jupiter's vessel. Such hypocrisy! And can you believe that nonsense about the statue of Jupiter being an omen? Don't you find it more likely that Cicero chose the day for the "ambush" on the Allobroges to coincide with the installation of the statue, so that he could exploit the coincidence? That proves, more than anything else, that he must have masterminded the whole affair and timed it to his liking’

Eco opened his mouth to say something, but Meto wouldn't be stopped. 'Do you know what else? I'm not even sure that Lentulus and Cethegus were plotting to torch the city. What evidence do we have for that, except the word of Volturcius the informer — Cicero's hired spy? Perhaps Lentulus and Cethegus were stupid enough to have come up with such a plot, or perhaps Cicero simply made up the part about fire to frighten people, just as he made up the stories about Catilina's wanting to lead a slave revolt. Nothing frightens people more than those two things, fire and slaves, running out of control. The rich fear the vengeance of slaves, and the poor fear fire, which can claim all they own in an instant. Even the poorest, who look to Catilina as a saviour, would turn their back on any man who plotted arson.'

'Thunderbolts, cast into the crowd!' I murmured.

'What did you say, Papa?' said Eco.

'An idea I got from Catilina. Vestal Virgins and sexual debauchery; arson, anarchy, slave revolts; conspiring with foreigners; the will of Jupiter — Cicero seems to have made a science of the words and phrases that will manipulate the masses.'

'Don't forget his watchfulness,' said Meto. He stood up and put down his cup. His hands were trembling. 'At least I can say something no one else in this room can say: I've never served as the consul's eyes or ears.' With that he abruptly turned and left us.