Church, Alfred J. – The Crown of Pine
Table of Contents:
The First of the Wheat Ships
In the Jews’ Quarter
Archias of Corinth
A Bread Riot
A Desparate Defence
Seneca
In the Circus, and Afterwards
The Proclamation
An Exiled Nation
The Imperial Pass
The Gallinarian Wood
Eastward Bound
Corinth
A Young Champion
Paul of Tarsus
A Secret
Jew and Greek
Cleonice
Plots
A Drug
An Antidote
Fresh Plots
Among the Hills
Before the Archon
A Dilemma
Cleonice to the Rescue
The Release
Under Cover of the Law
The Games
The Casket
Rewards and Punishments
Back to Rome
THE FIRST OF THE WHEAT SHIPS
[13] THE time is an hour or so after sunrise on the fifteenth of May in the year 50 of our era; the place is one of the piers of the Emperor Claudius’s new harbour at Ostia. Two men, whose dress and features show them plainly enough to be Jews, are watching the ship which is slowly moving shoreward under a press of sail.
“Your eyes are better than mine, Raphael,” says the elder of the two to his companion. “Can you make her out?”
“Scarcely yet, father,” replied the young man. He had scarcely spoken, however, when the passing of a cloud let a brilliant ray of sunshine fall on the vessel’s bow. “There, there,” cried Raphael ben Manassehthis was the young man’s name“I can distinguish The Twin Brothers.”
“Accursed idols!” growled Manasseh, spitting on the ground as he spoke.
Raphael shrugged his shoulders, casting at the same time an apprehensive glance around him.
[14] “Don’t you think, father,” he said in a deprecatory voice, “that it might make a little awkwardness, if any people happened to be near? And if we charter these people’s ships, might we not put up with their ways?”
“Well, well, you youngsters are all for compromise and peace. I often wish that I was well away from this land of abomination. Dear Hebron! I can’t think what made me leave thee.”
“Business very slack there, I take it,” murmured Raphael. “I doubt whether one could find a hundred shekels in the whole place? But see, sir,” he went on, “they are lowering a boat; a good thing too, or we might be loitering here till noon.”
While father and son are waiting, with what patience they can summon, the arrival of the boat, we may explain the situation. The ship, which bears the name and sign of The Twin Brothers, to become famous afterwards for carrying a very distinguished passenger, (Footnote: “We departed in a ship of Alexandria which had wintered in the island, whose sign was Castor and Pollux,” says the writer of the Acts, after describing St. Paul’s stay in the island of Melita (Malta). The Greek has Dioscuri, literally “Lads of Zeus,” The Twin Brothers, whose names in their Latinized form were Castor and Pollux. It was a common sign of ships, which were supposed to be under the special protection of the two demigods; so Horace, praying that the ship which is carrying Virgil to Greece may have a prosperous voyage, says“May those twin stars, fair Helen’s brothers, guide thy course, O ship, with ray serene.”) was the first of the great [15] fleet of wheat ships which would be making the passage between Alexandria and Ostia during the navigating season of the year. Their arrival was an event of no little importance. For some months past there had been much speculation in Rome and elsewhere in what are now called “futures” in the slang of the corn market. Even in these days, when the system of communication is so complete, the estimates of a crop that has yet to be gathered in differ not a little. Interested parties are influenced more than they know by their hopes and fears. Sellers talk gloomily, buyers are correspondingly sanguine. This year the prospects were more than usually uncertain. The Nile of the previous season had been indifferent, (Footnote: The Egyptian harvest of any particular year depends upon the height to which the Nile has risen the year before. It was commonly reckoned that a Nile of less than eighteen feet above the winter levelthe Nile begins to rise in Maymeant scarcity and even famine; that five and twenty meant abundance.) but certainly significant of scarcity rather than plenty. The weather, too, during the harvest had been less consistently fine than usual. Altogether the chances were greatly in [16] favour of an increased price, and the Jewish corn merchants at Rome, who combined in a way that gave them a great advantage over their Gentile rivals, had acted accordingly. Manasseh, who was the wealthiest member of the syndicate, and had a predominant interest in its speculations, had journeyed to Ostia to get the earliest information. In spite of his sentimental recollections of his peaceful birthplace, he was a very keen man of business. Nothing, one may be sure, would have been a more unwelcome change than to leave his highly speculative business in Rome to take up again the cultivation of his ancestral acres, cherished as the thought of them was in what may be termed a different compartment of his soul.
THE FIRST OF THE WHEAT SHIPS.
The boat had now reached the pier. It carried two men in the stern. One of them who held the rudder lines was the captain, who was also a part owner. He was a thick-set man of middle age, a Corsican by birth, who might have sat for the portrait of one of the brigands of his native island. Just then, however, he was on his best behaviour. Manasseh was his very good friend and partner, who had lent him the money at the quite moderate interest of ten percent to enable him to take up a share in The Twin Brothers. He stood up in the stern [17] and respectfully saluted the great man on the shore, a politeness which the Jew returned with as much courtesy as he could bring himself to show to a heathen dog. The other passenger, who was no less a person than the supercargo, climbed up the steps of the pier. Manasseh and Raphael greeted him warmly; he was, in fact, a near kinsman, a nephew of the elder and cousin of the younger man. His name was Eleazar.
“Welcome, nephew,” said Manasseh. “You have had a good voyage, that I can tell from your having come in such excellent time. And you are wellto that your blooming looks bear witness. And you bring good news?”
“That, my dear uncle, depends upon how you take them,” replied Eleazar, “but”
And he looked round on the little crowd which had by this time gathered on the pier. Then as now a very little incident sufficed to bring a crowd together at the seaside. This particular occasion, too, as some of the bystanders were aware, was one of special importance. The seafaring men had recognised The Twin Brothers, and knew that she was the first comer of the wheat ships, and they had also a shrewd idea that a meagre time might be at hand.
“You are quite right, my dear Eleazar,” said the old man, interpreting correctly his nephew’s [18] look; “this is too public a place for discussing business. We can find a convenient room at the inn, if you know our countryman Jonah’s place by the Old Harbour. I daresay that you could drink a cup of wine. For my part I never could fancy either food or drink on board a ship. Everything seems to me to taste of bilge water.”
“Thanks, uncle,” said Eleazar, “I am too used to the sea to feel quite like that; still, I do vastly enjoy my first bite and sup when I get on shore.”
The party soon reached the tavern, a building with a humble exterior, which, in accordance with the universal Jewish custom, belied the comfort, not to say the luxury, of the interior.
“What do you say to a flask of Lebanon?”
Raphael made a wry face. “My dear father, Lebanon, when one can get Falernian or Formian!”
“Would you drink these Gentile abominations?” growled the old man.
“Surely, sir, there is nothing in the law that forbids it.”
Manasseh could hardly say that there was, and Raphael was served with his flask of Falernian, his cousin admiring his courage, but caring little for the matter in dispute.
“And now to business,” said Manasseh. “How about the wheat, Eleazar?”
[19] “A very short harvest, and poor in quality.”
As he spoke he drew out of his pocket a little sample bag such as dealers carry now, and have doubtless carried from time immemorial, and poured out the contents upon the table. Manasseh and Raphael carefully examined the grain. They were not long in coming to a conclusion.
“As poor a sample as I have ever seen,” remarked the younger man.
“Well,” said the father, “I can hardly go so far as that. I can remember a long time, you see; but it is very poor. And this, you say, is a fair sample.”