THE DIVINE HISTORY OF JESUS CHRIST |
THE LIFE AND TIMES OF CLEOPATRA, QUEEN OF EGYPTPART
I.
CLEOPATRA
AND CAESAR
CHAPTER VI.
CLEOPATRA
AND CAESAR IN THE BESIEGED PALACE AT ALEXANDRIA.
There can be little
doubt that Caesar’s all-night interview with Cleopatra put an entirely new
complexion upon his conception of the situation. Until the
Queen’s dramatic entry into the Palace, his main object in remaining for a
short time at Alexandria, after he had been shown the severed head of the
murdered Pompey, had been to assert his authority in that city of
unrivalled commercial opulence, and at the same time to make full use
of a favourable opportunity to rest his weary
mind and body in the luxury of its royal residence and the perfection
of its sun-bathed summer days, while Rome should be quieted down and made
ready for his coming. But now a new factor had introduced itself. He
had found that the Queen of this desirable and important country was
a young woman after his own heart: a daredevil girl, whose manners and beauty
had fired his imagination, and whose apparent admiration for him had
set him thinking of the uses to which he might put the devotion he
confidently expected to arouse. She seems to have laid her case before him
with frankness and sincerity. She had shown him how her brother had driven
her from the throne, in direct opposition to the will of her father, who had so
earnestly desired the two of them to reign jointly and in harmony. And
while she had talked to him through the long hours of the night
he had found himself most willingly carried away by the desire to
obtain her love, both for the pleasure which it might be expected to afford
him and for the political advantage which would accrue from such an
intercourse. Here was a simple means of bringing Egypt under his control—Egypt
which was the granary of the world, the most important commercial market
of the Mediterranean, the most powerful factor in eastern politics,
and the gateway of the unconquered kingdoms of the Orient. He had made
himself lord of the West; Greece and Asia Minor were, since the late war,
at his feet; and now Alexandria, so long the support of Pompey’s faction,
should come to him with the devotion of its Queen. I do not hold with those
who suppose him to have been led like a lamb to the slaughter by the
wiles of Cleopatra, and to have succumbed to her charms in the manner of
one whose passions have confused his brain, causing him to forget all things
save only his desire. In consideration of the fact that the young
Queen was at that time, so far as we know, a woman of blameless character,
and that he, on the contrary, was a man of the very worst possible reputation in regard
to the opposite sex, it seems, to say the least, unfair that the burden of
the blame for the subsequent events should have been assigned for all
these centuries to Cleopatra.
Before the end of
that eventful night Caesar seems to have determined to excite the passionate
love of that wild and irresponsible girl, whose personality and political
importance made a doubly powerful appeal to him ; and ere the light of dawn had
entered the room his decision to restore her to the throne, and to place
her brother in the far background, had been irrevocably made. As the
sun rose he sent for King Ptolemy, who, on entering
Caesar’s presence, must have been dismayed to be confronted with his
sister whom he had driven into exile and against whom he had so recently
been fighting at Pelusium. It would appear that
Caesar treated him with sternness, asking him how he had dared to go
against the wishes of his father, who had entrusted their fulfilment to
the Roman people, and demanding that he should at once make his peace
with Cleopatra. At this the young man lost his temper, and, rushing from
the room, cried out to his friends and attendants who were waiting outside
that he had been betrayed and that his cause was lost. Snatching the
royal diadem from his head in his boyish rage and chagrin, he dashed it
upon the ground, and, no doubt, burst into tears. Thereupon an uproar
arose, and the numerous Alexandrians who still remained within the
Roman lines at once gathering round their King, nearly succeeded in
communicating their excitement to the royal troops in the city, and
arousing them to a concerted attack upon the Palace by land and
sea. Caesar, however, hurried out and addressed the crowd, promising
to arrange matters to their satisfaction; and thereupon he called a
meeting at which Ptolemy and Cleopatra were both induced to attend, and he
read out to them their father’s will wherein it was
emphatically stated that they were to reign together. He
reiterated his right, as representative of the Roman people,
to adjust the dispute; and at last he appears to have effected a
reconciliation between the brother and sister.
The unfortunate
Ptolemy must have realised that from that moment his
ambitions and hopes were become dust and ashes, for he would now always
remain under the scrutiny of his elder sister; and the liberty of action
for which he and his ministers had plotted and schemed was for ever
gone. According to Dion Cassius, he could already see plainly that there was
an understanding between Caesar and his sister; and Cleopatra’s
manner doubtless betrayed to him her elation. She must have been
intensely excited. A few hours previously she had been an exile, creeping
back to her own city in imminent danger of her life; now, not only was she
Queen of Egypt once more, but she had won the esteem and, so
it seemed, the heart also of the Autocrat of the world, whose word
was absolute law to the nations. One may almost picture her making faces
at her brother as they sat opposite one another in Caesar’s improvised
court of justice, and the unhappy boy’s distress must have
been acute.
Caesar’s dominant
idea now was to control the politics of Egypt by means of a skilled play upon
the heart of Cleopatra. He did not much care what happened to King
Ptolemy or to his minister Potheinos, for
they had forfeited their right to consideration by their attempt to
set aside the wishes of Auletes, and by their disgusting behaviour to Pompey, who, though Caesar’s enemy,
had yet been his mighty fellow-countryman; but it was his wish as
soon as possible to placate the mob, and to endear the people of
Alexandria to him, so that in three or four weeks’ time he might leave the
country in undisturbed quiet. Now the control of Cyprus was one of
the most fervent aspirations of the city, and it seems to have occurred to
Caesar that the presentation of the island to their royal house would be
keenly appreciated by them, and would go a long way to appease their hostile
excitement. When the Romans annexed Cyprus in BC 58, the Alexandrians had
risen in revolt against Auletes largely because he had made no
attempt to claim the country for himself. It had been more or less
continuously an appendage of the Egyptian crown, and its possession was
still the people’s dearest wish. Now, therefore, according to Dion, Caesar
made a present of the island to Egypt in the names of the two
younger members of the royal house, Prince Ptolemy and
Princess Arsinoe; and though we have no records definitely to show
that they ever assumed control of their new possession, or that it ceased, at
any rate for a year or two, to be regarded as a part of the Roman province
of Cilicia, it is certain that a few years later, in BC 42, it had
become an Egyptian dominion and was administered by a viceroy of that ccruntry.
Having thus
relieved the situation, Caesar turned his attention to other matters. While
Auletes was in Rome, in BC 59, he had incurred enormous debts in his
efforts to buy the support of the Roman Senate in
re-establishing himself upon the Ptolemaic throne, and in this
fact Caesar now saw a means both of showing his benevolence towards
the Egyptians, and of making them pay for the upkeep of his small fleet
and army at Alexandria. His claim on behalf of the creditors of Auletes he
fixed at the very moderate sum of ten million denarii
(£400,000), although it must have been realised by all that the original debts amounted to a much higher figure
than this. At the same time he made no attempt to demand a war
contribution from the Egyptians, although their original advocacy of the cause
of Pompey would have justified him in doing so. In this manner, and by
the gift of Cyprus, he made a bid for the goodwill of
the Alexandrians; but, unfortunately, his efforts in this direction
were entirely frustrated by the intrigues of Potheinos.
There probably need not have been any difficulty in the raising of
£400,000; but Potheinos chose to order the
King’s golden dishes and the rich vessels in the temples to be melted down
and converted into money. He furnished the King’s own table
with wooden or earthenware plates and bowls, and caused the fact to
be made known to the townspeople, in order that they should be shown the
straits to which Caesar’s cupidity had reduced them. Meanwhile, he
supplied the Roman soldiers with a very poor quality of corn, and
told them, in reply to their complaints, that they ought to be grateful
that they received any at all, since they had no right to it. Nor did he
hesitate to tell Caesar that he ought not to waste his time in
Alexandria, or concern himself with the insignificant affairs of
Egypt, when urgent business should be calling him back to Rome. His
manner towards the Dictator was consistently rude and hostile, and there seems
little doubt that he was plotting against him and was keeping
in touch with Achillas.
Hostilities of a
more or less sporadic nature soon broke out, and it was not long before Caesar
made his first hit at the enemy. Hearing that they were attempting to man
their imprisoned ships, which lay still in the western portion of the
Great Harbour, and knowing that he was not strong
enough either to hold or to utilise more than a
few of them, he sent out a little force which succeeded in setting fire
to, and destroying, the whole fleet, consisting of the fifty men-o’-war
which, during the late hostilities, had been lent to
Pompey, twenty-two guardships, and thirty-eight other craft,
thus leaving in their possession only those vessels which lay in the Harbour of the Happy Return, beyond the Heptastadium. In this conflagration some of
the buildings on the quay near the harbour appear to have been burnt, and it would seem that some portion of the
famous Alexandrian library was destroyed; but the silence of contemporary
writers upon this literary catastrophe indicates that the loss was not
great, and, to my mind, puts out of account the statement of
later authors that the burning of the entire library occurred on that
occasion. Caesar’s next move was to seize the Pharos Lighthouse and the
eastern end of the island upon which it was built, thus securing the
entrance to the Great Harbour, and making the
passage of his ships to the open sea a manoeuvre which could be employed at any moment. At the same time he threw up
the strongest fortifications at all the vulnerable points in his land defences, and thereby rendered himself
absolutely secure from direct assault.
He was not much
troubled by the situation. It is said that he was obliged more than once to
keep awake all night in order to protect himself against assassination ;
but such a contingency did not interfere to any great extent with his
enjoyments of the life in the Alexandrian Palace. From early youth he must
have been accustomed to the thought of the assassin’s knife.
His many
love-affairs had made imminent each day the possibility of sudden death, and
his political and administrative career also laid him open at all times
to a murderous attack. The jealousy of the husbands whose wives he
had stolen, the vengeance of the survivors of the massacres instigated by
him, the resentment of the politicians whose ambitions he had thwarted,
and the hatred of innumerable persons whom, in one way or another, he
had offended, placed his life in continuous jeopardy. The machinations of Potheinos, therefore, left him undismayed, and he was
able to prosecute what was, in plain language, the seduction of the Queen
of Egypt with an undistracted mind.
Cleopatra appears
to have been as strongly attracted to Caesar as he was to her; and although at
the outset each realised the advantage of
winning the other’s heart, and regulated their actions accordingly, there
seems little doubt that, after a day or two of close companionship, a
romantic attachment of a very genuine nature had been formed between them.
In the case of Cleopatra, no doubt, her love held all the sweetness of the
first serious affair of her life, and on the part of Caesar there is
apparent the passionate delight of a man past his prime in the vivacity and
charm of a beautiful young girl. Though elderly, Caesar was what a
romanticist would call an ideal lover. His keen, handsome face, his
athletic and graceful figure, the fascination of his manners, and the
wonder of the deeds which he had performed, might be calculated to win the
heart of any woman; and to Cleopatra he must have made a
special appeal by reason of his reputation for bravery
and reliability on all occasions, and his present display
of sang-froid and light-heartedness.
Caesar was, at this
time, in holiday mood, and the life he led at the Palace was of the gayest
description. He had cast from him the cares of state with an ease
which came of frequent practice in the art of throwing off
responsibilities; and when about October 25th he received news from Rome
that he had been made Dictator for the whole of the coming year,
47, he was able to feel that there was no cause for anxiety. While
the unfortunate young Ptolemy sulked in the background, Caesar and
Cleopatra openly sought one another’s company and made merry together, it
would seem, for a large part of every day. With such a man as Caesar,
the result of this intimacy was inevitable; nor was it to be expected that
the happy-go-lucky and impetuous girl of but twenty years of age would
act with much caution or propriety under the peculiar and exciting
circumstances. It is possible that she had already gone through the form
of marriage with her co-regnant brother, as was the custom of the
Egyptian Court; but it is highly unlikely that this was anything more than
the emptiest formality, and there is no reason to doubt that in actual
fact she was, when she met Caesar, still unwedded. The child which in
due course she presented to the Dictator was her first-born; but had there
been a previous marriage of more than a formal nature, it is at least
probable, in view of her subsequent productivity, that she
would already have been in enjoyment of the privileges of motherhood.
The gaiety of the
life in the besieged Palace, and the progress of the romance which was there
being enacted, were rudely disturbed by two consecutive events
which led at once to the outbreak of really serious hostilities.
The little Princess
Arsinoe, who, like all the women of this family, must have been endowed with
great spirit and pluck, suddenly made her escape from the
Roman lines, accompanied by her nutritius Ganymedes, and joined the Egyptian forces under Achillas. The plot, organised no doubt by Ganymedes, had for its object the
raising of the Princess to the throne, while Cleopatra and her two
brothers were imprisoned in the Lochias, and no
sooner had they reached the Egyptian headquarters than they began freely to
bribe all officers and officials of importance in order to accomplish
their purpose. Achillas, however, who had his
own game to play, thought it wiser to remain loyal to his
sovereign, and to attempt to rescue him from Caesar’s clutches.
It was not long before a quarrel arose between Ganymedes and Achillas, which ended in the prompt
assassination of the latter, whose functions were at once assumed
by his murderer, the war being thereupon prosecuted with renewed vigour. Previous to the death of Achillas, Potheinos had been in secret communication with
him, apparently in regard to the possibility of murdering Caesar and
effecting the escape of King Ptolemy and himself from the Palace ere
Arsinoe and Ganymedes obtained control of
affairs. Information of the plot was given to Caesar by his barber, “a
busy, listening fellow, whose excessive timidity made him
inquisitive into everything”; and, at a feast held to celebrate
the reconciliation between Ptolemy and Cleopatra, Potheinos was arrested and immediately beheaded, a death which the poet Lucan considers
to have been very much too good for him, since it was that by which he had
caused the great Pompey to die. So far as one can now tell, Caesar
was entirely justified in putting this wretched eunuch out of the way of
further worldly mischief. He belonged to that class of court functionary
which is met with throughout the history of the Orient, and
which invariably calls forth the denunciation of the more moral West;
but it is to be remembered in his favour that,
so far as we know, he schemed as eagerly for the fortunes of his
young sovereign Ptolemy as he did for his own advancement, and his
treacherous manoeuvres were directed against the
menacing intrusion of a power which was relentlessly crushing the life out
of the royal houses of the accessible world. His crime against fallen
Pompey was no more dastardly than were many other of the recorded
acts of the Court he served; and the fact that he, like his two
fellow-conspirators, Achillas and Theodotos, paid in blood and tears for the riches of
the moment, goes far to exonerate him, at this remote date, from
further execration.
The first act of
the war which caused Caesar any misgivings was the pollution of his water
supply by the enemy, and the consequent nervousness of his men. The
Royal Area obtained its drinking water through subterranean channels
communicating with the lake at the back of the city; and no sooner had
Caesar realised that these channels might be
tampered with than he attempted to cut his way southwards, probably along
the broad street which led to the Gate of the Sun and to the Lake Harbour. Here, however, he met with a stubborn resistance,
and the loss of life might have been very great had he persisted in his endeavour. Fortunately, however, the sinking of trial
shafts within the besieged territory led to the discovery of an
abundance of good water, the existence of which had not
been suspected; and thus he was saved from the ignominy of being
ousted from the city which he had entered in such solemn pomp, and of
being forced to retire across the Mediterranean, his self-imposed task left
uncompleted, and his ambitions for the future of Cleopatra unfulfilled.
Not long after this
the welcome news was brought to him that the Thirty-seventh Legion had crossed
from Asia Minor with food supplies, arms, and siege-instruments, and
was anchored off the Egyptian coast, being for the moment unable to reach
him owing to contrary winds. Caesar at once sailed out to meet them, with
his entire fleet, the ships being manned only by their Rhodian crews,
all the troops having been left to hold the land defences.
Effecting a junction with these reinforcements, he returned to the harbour, easily defeated the Egyptian vessels which
had collected to the north of the Island of Pharos, and sailed
triumphantly back to his moorings below the Palace.
So confident now
was he in his strength that he next sailed round the island, and attacked the
Egyptian fleet in its own harbour beyond the Heptastadium, inflicting heavy losses upon them. He
then landed on the western end of Pharos, which was still held by the
enemy, carried the forts by storm, and effected a junction with his
own men who were stationed around the lighthouse at the eastern end.
His plan was to advance across the Heptastadium, and
thus, by holding both the island and the mole, to obtain possession of the
western Harbour of the Happy Return and ultimately to
strike a wedge into the city upon that side. But here he suffered a
dangerous reverse. While he was leading in person the attack upon the
south or city end of the Heptastadium, and his
men were crowding on to it from the island and from the vessels in
the Great Harbour, the Egyptians made a spirited
attack upon its northern end, thus hemming the Romans in upon the narrow
causeway, to the consternation of those who watched the battle from the Lochias
Promontory.
Fortunately vessels were at hand to take off the survivors of this sanguinary
engagement, as the enemy drove them back from either end of the
causeway; and presently they had all scrambled aboard and were rowing
at full speed across the Great Harbour.
Such numbers, however, jumped on to the deck of the vessel into which
Caesar had entered that it capsized, and we are then presented with the
dramatic picture of the ruler of the world swimming for his life through
the quiet waters of the harbour, holding aloft
in one hand a bundle of important papers which he happened to be
carrying at the moment of the catastrophe, dragging his
scarlet military cloak along by his teeth, and at the same
time constantly ducking his rather bald head under the water to avoid
the missiles which were hurled at him by the victorious Egyptians, who
must have been capering about upon the recaptured mole, all talking and
shouting at once. He was, however, soon picked up by one of his ships;
and thus he returned to the Palace, very cold and dripping wet, and having
in the end lost the cloak which was the cherished mark of his rank. Four
hundred legionaries and a number of seamen perished in
this engagement, most of them being drowned; and now, perhaps for the
first time, it began to appear to Caesar that the warfare which he was waging
was not the amusing game he had thought it. For at least four months
he had entertained himself in the Palace, spending his days in pottering around
his perfectly secure defences and his nights in
enjoying the company of Cleopatra. Up till now he must have been in
constant receipt of news from Rome, where his affairs were
being managed by Antony, his boisterous but fairly
reliable lieutenant, and it is evident that nothing had
occurred there to necessitate his return. Far from being hemmed in
within the Palace and obliged to fight for his life, as is generally
supposed to have been the case, it seems to me that his position at all times
was as open as it was secure. He could have travelled across the
Mediterranean at any moment; and, had he thought it desirable, he could
have sailed over to Italy for a few weeks and returned to Alexandria
without any great risk. His fleet had shown itself quite capable of defending
him from danger upon the high seas, as, for example, when he had sailed
out to meet the Thirty-seventh Legion; and, as on
that occasion, his troops could have been left in security in their
fortified position. Supplies from Syria were plentiful, and the Rhodian
sailors, after escorting him as far as Cyprus, could have returned to
their duties at Alexandria in order to ensure the safe and continuous
arrival of these stores and provisions.
It is thus very
apparent that he had no wish to abandon the enjoyments of his winter in the
Egyptian capital, where he had become thoroughly absorbed both in the
little Queen of that country and in the problems which were represented to him
by her. He was an elderly man, and the weight of his years caused him
to feel a temporary distaste for the restless anxieties which awaited
him in Rome. His ambitions in the Occident had been attained; and now,
finding himself engaged in what, I would suggest, was an easily managed
and not at all dangerous war, he was determined to carry the struggle
through to its inevitable end, and to find in this quite interesting and
occasionally exciting task an excuse for remaining by the side of the
woman who, for the time being, absorbed the attention of his wayward
affections. Already he was beginning to realise that the subjection of Egypt to his will was a matter of very great
political importance, as will be explained hereafter; and he felt the
keenest objection to abandoning the Queen to her own devices, both on this
account and by reason of the hold which she had obtained upon his heart.
In after years he did not look back upon the fighting with an interest
sufficient to induce him to record its history, as he had done that of
other campaigns, but he caused an official account to be written by one of
his comrades; and this author has been at pains to show that
the struggle was severe in character. Such an interpretation of the
war, however, though now unanimously accepted, is to be received with
caution, and need not be taken more seriously than the statement that, in
the first instance, Caesar’s prolonged stay at Alexandria was due to the
Etesian winds which made it difficult for his ships to leave the harbour. These annual winds from the north might have
delayed his return for a week or two; but it is obvious that he had no
desire to set sail; and the author of De Bello Alexandrino was doubtless permitted to cover Caesar’s apparent negligence of
important Roman affairs by thus attributing his lengthy absence to the
strength of the enemy and to the inclemency of the Fates.
Now, however, after
the ignominious defeat upon the Heptastadium, Caesar
appears to have become fully determined to punish the Alexandrians and to
prosecute the campaign with more energy. He seems soon to have
received news that a large army was marching across the desert from Syria
to his relief, under the joint leadership of Mithridates of Pergamum, a
natural son of Mithridates the Great, the Jewish Antipater, father
of Herod, and Iamblichus, son of Sampsiceramus,
a famous Arab chieftain from Hemesa. With the
advent of these forces he knew that he would be able to crush all resistance
and to impose his will upon Egypt; and he now, therefore, took a step
which clearly shows his determination to handle affairs with sternness and
ruthlessness, in such a manner that Cleopatra should speedily become sole
ruler of the country, and thus should be in a position to lay all the
might of her kingdom in his hands.
The Princess
Arsinoe had failed to make herself Queen of Egypt in spite of the efforts of Ganymedes, and the royal army was still endeavouring to rescue King Ptolemy and to fight under
his banner. Caesar, therefore, determined to hand the young man over to them,
knowing, as the historian of the war admits, that there was
little probability of such an action leading to a cessation
of hostilities. His avowed object in taking this step was to give
Ptolemy the opportunity of arranging terms of peace for him; but he did
not hesitate to record officially his opinion that, in the event of a
continuation of the war, it would be far more honourable for him to be fighting against a king than against “a crowd of sweepings
of the earth and renegades.” The truth of the matter, however, seems to me to
be that Caesar wished to rid himself of the boy, who stood in the way of
the accomplishment of his schemes in regard to the sole sovereignty of
Cleopatra; and by handing him over to the enemy at the moment when the
news of the arrival of the army from Syria made the Egyptian downfall
absolutely certain, he insured the young man’s inevitable death or
degradation. The miserable Ptolemy must have realised this, for when Caesar instructed him to go over to his friends
beyond the Roman lines, he burst into tears and begged to be allowed
to remain in the Palace. He knew quite well that the Egyptians had not a
chance of victory—that when once he had taken up his residence with his
own people their conqueror would treat him as an enemy and punish him
accordingly. Caesar, however, on his part, was aware that if in the hour
of Roman victory Ptolemy was still under his protection, it would
be difficult not to carry out the terms of the will of Auletes by
making him joint-sovereign with Cleopatra. The King’s tears and
paradoxical protestations of devotion were therefore ignored; and
forthwith he was pushed out of the Palace into the welcoming arms of the
Alexandrians, the younger brother, whom Caesar had designed for the safely
distant throne of Cyprus, being left in the custody of the Romans alone
with Cleopatra.
The relieving army
from Syria soon arrived at the eastern frontier of Egypt, and, taking Pelusium by storm, gave battle to the King’s forces
not far from the Canopic mouth of the Nile. The Egyptians were easily
defeated, and the invaders marched along the eastern edge of the Delta
towards Memphis (near the modern Cairo), just below which they crossed the
Nile to the western bank. The young Ptolemy thereupon, expecting no mercy
at Caesar’s hands, put himself boldly at the head of such troops as
could be spared from the siege of the Palace at Alexandria, and marched
across the Delta to measure swords with Mithridates and his allies. No
sooner was he gone from the city than Caesar, leaving a small garrison
in the Palace, sailed out of the harbour with as
many men as he could crowd into the ships at his disposal, and moved off
eastwards as though making for Canopus or Pelusium.
Under cover of darkness, however, he turned in the opposite direction, and
before dawn disembarked upon the deserted shore some miles to the
west of Alexandria. He thus out-manoeuvred the Egyptian fleet with ease, and, incidentally, demonstrated that he
had been throughout the siege perfectly free to come and go across the
water as he chose. Marching along the western border of the desert, as his
friends had marched along the eastern, he effected a junction
with them at the apex of the Delta, not far north of Memphis, and
immediately turned to attack the approaching Egyptian army. Ptolemy, on
learning of their advance, fortified himself in a strong position
at the foot of a tell, or mound, the Nile being upon one flank, a
marsh upon the other, and a canal in front of him; but the allies, after
a two-days’ battle, turned the position and gained a complete victory. The
turning movement had been entrusted to a certain Carfulenus, who
afterwards fell at Mutina fighting against Antony, and this officer
managed to penetrate into the Egyptian camp. At his approach Ptolemy
appears to have jumped into one of the boats which lay moored upon the
Nile; but the weight of the numbers of fugitives who followed his
example sank the vessel, and the young king was never seen alive again. It is
said that his dead body was recognised afterwards by the golden corselet which he wore, and which, no doubt, had
caused by its weight his rapid death. His tragic end, at the age of
fifteen, relieved Caesar of the embarrassing necessity either
of pardoning him and making him joint-sovereign with Cleopatra, according
to the terms of his father’s will, or of carrying him captive to Rome and
putting him to death in the customary manner at the close of
his triumph. The boy had foreseen the fate which would be chosen for
him, when he had begged with tears to be allowed to remain in the Palace;
and his sudden submersion in the muddy waters of the Nile must
have terminated a life which of late had been
intolerably overshadowed by the knowledge that his existence was an
obstacle to Caesar’s relentless ambitions, and by the horror of the
certainty of speedy death.
On March 27th, BC 47,
Caesar, who had ridden on with his cavalry, entered Alexandria in triumph, its
gates being now thrown open to him. The inhabitants
dressed themselves in mourning garments, sending deputations to him
to beg for his mercy and forgiveness, and bringing out to him the statues
of their gods as a token of their entire submission. Princess Arsinoe and Ganymedes were handed over to him as prisoners: and in
pomp he rode through the city to the Palace, where as a conquering hero
and saviour he was received into the arms
of Cleopatra.
CHAPTER VII.
THE
BIRTH OF CAESARION AND CAESAR’S DEPARTURE FROM EGYPT.
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