They skipped discipline, so we never found out who Nibytas was or what he had done. Well, not that day.
There was absolutely no need to have the Head of Medicine appointment on the agenda every day, other than to allow Philetus to fidget pointlessly over a matter that had already been resolved. Philadelphion stifled a yawn and Timosthenes let himself close his eyes briefly in despair. A candidate had been chosen and appointed. He was on his way by sea. I asked where he was coming from: Rome. That seemed a radical move, until I heard he had trained in Alexandria: Aedemon, who worked for the well-to-do in Rome. Amazingly, Helena and I knew him, though we kept quiet. Association with us could damn the man before he stepped ashore.
When they reached the appointment of a new Librarian, everyone sat up. Waste of effort: Philetus only mumbled half-hearted regret over Theon. He made much of his own important role in composing a new shortlist for the post. He had no timescale. He had no finesse either. He enjoyed himself by saying, ‘Some of you will be considered!’ with a mischievous twinkle that made me feel ill. ‘Others may be surprised to find themselves omitted.’ He managed to suggest that those who slighted him need entertain no hopes.
Philetus sent out a clear invitation to engage in gruesome flattery and to give him expensive dinners. It stank. Still, Helena reminded me that in most of public life, in Rome too, that is how things work.
The discussion of the Librarian’s post took less time than an endless wrangle under Any Other Business about some students wanting to produce a version of Aristophanes’ play Lysistrata. The Board’s objections were not to its saucy language or its dangerous theme of ending war, nor even to its portrayal of women organising themselves and debating their own role in society. There was serious doubt about the wisdom of allowing the actors, all male, to dress in women’s clothes. No one mentioned that the play turned on withholding sex as a way for the female characters to influence their husbands. I overcame some of my boredom by looking around the board and wondering which of them even knew what sex was.
I might also have wondered whether any of these cultured beings was familiar with the play. But implying they might discuss a text they had not even read would of course be sacrilege.
The meeting broke up. It achieved nothing tangible. I had the impression that this daily torture never did.
Philetus sailed off to his room to be served mint tea. Apollophanes found an excuse to beg fawningly for a few words with his master. I was disappointed with this philosopher, who had seemed reasonable yesterday at the necropsy. That’s how it goes. Decent men demean themselves in the hunt for career advancement. Apollophanes must have known that Philetus had an inferior mind and reprehensible ethics. Yet he sucked up to the man openly, in the desperate hope of the Librarian’s job.
All of the attendees seemed demoralised. Some looked shifty too. For a great and historic institution to be so badly run and so low in spirits was doleful.
There was only one way for Helena and me to recover. We went to the zoo.
XVI
By arrangement we met Albia, who was being towed through the gardens by ]ulia and Favonia.
‘Aulus has gone to play as a student.’
‘Good for him!’ enthused his sister, heaving Favonia on to one hip in the hope that close proximity would help with controlling her.
‘He’s a tough boy,’ I reassured Albia. I put Julia into a sophisticated wrestling hold. She made a good effort at the extrication move, but as she was still not quite five, I managed to win by sheer strength. ‘Aulus won’t let a little spot of education ruin him.’
Helena flapped at me with her free wrist, bangles jingling. ‘He’s ferreting around on your behalf, I take it?’
‘Under cover with the scroll beetles. We can’t all take our ease, staring at elephants.’
The zoo did have elephants, a couple of them cute babies. There were aviaries and insect houses. They had Barbary lions, leopards, a hippopotamus, antelopes, giraffes, chimpanzees - ‘He’s got a horrible bottom!’ - and, most marvellous of all, an absolutely enormous, highly pampered crocodile. Albia was honestly entranced by everything. My infants pretended to be offhand throughout, though the marked improvement in their behaviour as they stared at the animals told its own story. Julia’s favourite was the smallest baby elephant, who tossed grass with a bad aim and trumpeted. Favonia lost her heart to the crocodile. ’I hope it doesn’t indicate her future choice in men,’ murmured Helena. ‘He must be thirty feet long! Favonia, if he munched you, it would just be like eating a sweetie for him.’
We were still stuck looking down into the crocodile pit, unable to tear our lovelorn Favonia away, when the Zoo Keeper came by. ‘His name is Sobek,’ he told my daughter gravely. ‘A god’s name.’
‘Will he eat me?’ Favonia demanded, then shouted the answer to her own question, ’No!’
Setting down the child, Helena murmured, ‘Only two, and already distrusting everything her mother tells her!’
Philadelphion went into an educational lecture. ‘We try to make him eat only fish and meat. People bring him cake, but that is bad for him. He is fifty years old and we want him to live healthily to a hundred.’
Noting his patience, Helena asked, ‘Do you have a family?’
‘Back home in my village. Two sons.’ So he had a Greek name, but was not Greek. Had he changed it for professional reasons? Uncle Fulvius had told me that the different nationalities lived peaceably together, most of the time, but at the Museion it was clear which culture ruled.
‘Your wife looks after them?’ It sounded like chit-chat, but Helena was probing. Philadelphion duly nodded.
Favonia and Julia both tried to climb the fence on the edge of the crocodile’s deep pit while we urgently instructed them to get down. ‘Will Sobek escape?’ squealed Julia. She must have noticed that inside the fence the zoo staff had a long access ramp to the deep pit, protected by metal gates.
‘No, no,’ Philadelphion assured us. As my two excitable girlies bounced about on the fence, he helped me lift them down. ‘There are two gates between Sobek and the outside. Only I and members of my staff have keys.’
Helena told him how we had once met a traveller who told us about the crocodile at Heliopolis, a tame beast in a temple, which was covered with jewels and regularly fed sweetmeats by pilgrims until he had become so fat he could hardly waddle.
‘Also called Sobek,’ Philadelphion replied. ‘But we keep ours in more natural conditions for the purposes of science.’ He wooed the girls’ attention with facts about how fast the gigantic crocodile could run, what good mothers the females were, how rapidly the babies grew once they broke out of their eggs and how Sobek knew his wild companions lived on the shores of Lake Mareotis.’ He yearns for them. Crocodiles are sociable. They live and hunt together in large groups. They will co-operate to herd fishes against the shore so they can catch them -’
‘Will he run back to the lake if anybody lets him out?’
‘No one will be so silly as to let him out,’ Helena told Julia.
In his pit, Sobek lay down on his belly with his powerful legs crouching, as he basked with his snout up at right angles against a wall. His body was in shades of grey, his underbelly yellower; his great powerful tail had darker bands around it. All were covered with scaly hide, patterned in rectangles, with crenulations running along his spine and tail. He looked as if he knew what we were thinking.