Agrippina tried to fight back but Nero’s cruelty became even more barbed. I was in the Forum when I first heard rumours that Nero had been seduced by his own mother. On investigating these stories, I discovered that Nero had paid his servants to ransack the brothels of Rome until they found a woman who looked remarkably like Agrippina. Nero then had the woman dressed in his mother’s clothes, and would sit closeted with her in his litter. When he emerged, people could tell from the stains on his tunic and his air of dishevelment that, as one wit put it, ‘he’d not been discussing the problem of Parthia!’. I tried to protect Domina but Nero ensured such rumours reached her, and in despair she took to her bed, refusing food and drink.
I called on the services of every physician and quack in Rome, but they examined her and walked away, shaking their heads. Nero’s game became more intense, and he sent the woman masquerading as his mother to the house. I intervened and courteously turned her away. It was a chilling experience: she was the image of Agrippina until she opened her mouth and spoke, displaying her blackened teeth. At last I decided to sue for terms. For days I kicked my heels outside Seneca’s office until that wily, old Spaniard granted me an audience. He studied me with black, hooded eyes, a faint smile on his lips.
‘Your mistress will know peace, Parmenon, once she leaves both the Emperor and Rome alone.’
‘Exile?’ I asked.
‘When she leaves Nero and the Empire alone,’ he said, flicking his hand as a sign of dismissal.
By the end of the week, despite her feeble protests, Acerronia and I put Agrippina in a litter. We packed whatever possessions we could and took the road to Antium. Perhaps I should have waited for Nero was soon distracted from his cruel games against his mother, not by Acte, but by the new love of his life, the beautiful, exquisite Poppea. By that time, however, we were out of Rome. Agrippina began to recover even before we reached Antium, curious about where we were going and mocking what little retinue the Emperor of Rome’s mother possessed.
So we came to Antium, and enjoyed soft summer days, good food and delicious wines, and Agrippina took a new lover, Callienus, a Greek actor. We became accustomed to spending more and more of our afternoons together in the garden, reminiscing about the past and wondering about the future. Even then Agrippina was still convinced that her son’s love was only dormant, not dead. Because of that, she accepted Nero’s invitation to Baiae and that last, splendid feast. Because of her deep unconditional love for her monster of a son, she took ship across the Bay of Naples at night and was almost drowned by his minions. In the end, because of her all-consuming love, she and I sheltered in a dark, cold villa and waited for her beloved son to finish the task he had begun.
Chapter 15
‘With you I would love to live,
With you I’d willingly die’
Whilst we sat and reminisced, Nero and his cronies put their heads together. I later found out exactly what had happened: after all, I was the man who assisted both Burrus and Seneca to end their lives. Oh yes, Agrippina was pushed into eternal night but I became the nemesis of those who had plotted her downfall.
After his mother left on the bireme, Nero was as happy as a lark on a spring morning. He closeted himself in his private dining chamber at Baiae, his minions around him. He was already preparing the funeral speech, in which he would praise Agrippina’s virtues and berate Neptune for taking the ‘best of mothers’ from him. He lounged on his couch whilst Anicetus sniffed at a garland of flowers. As the evening wore on, Nero became more restless, until at last a messenger arrived, the freedman Agerinus, who, although a member of our household, was a born informant. He’d been picked up by the trireme, and although suspicious, was still not sure whether the accident was genuine or arranged. He threw himself at Nero’s feet, blurting out, ‘The Empress, your beloved mother, has had an accident! The boat sank but the Gods of sea and sky were with her, and she swam to safety. She sends word for you not to be anxious.’
Of course, Agerinus had invented the last part, protecting Nero as well as himself. He could hardly have burst in and shouted, ‘The accident you arranged for your bitch of a mother went wrong and she’s now safe!’
Nero promptly dismissed him. As soon as Agerinus was out of the room, the little monster had an anxiety attack. He paced up and down, half swooning with fear, and threw himself down onto his couch.
‘Oh Gods!’ he bawled. ‘Mother has survived. She will arm her slaves, seek the Praetorian Guard’s protection and demand to speak to the Senate. What can I do to save myself?’ He turned to Burrus and Seneca. ‘What can I do? Help me!’
This precious pair simply stared back at him. Nero was correct: if it had been against anyone but her son, Agrippina would have marched on Rome, and the Praetorian Guard would certainly have been aghast at any attack on the daughter of their beloved Germanicus. I am sure their minds teemed with the knowledge that, if there were a coup, they would fall with Nero. Much as they might have wished to see the back of him, who could be the next Emperor? Thanks to Tiberius, Caligula, Claudius and Nero, with a little help from Agrippina, there were no successors left in the Claudian line. What if the troops hailed Agrippina as Empress or allowed her to choose the next Emperor for the Senate to confirm? There were other considerations: as a soldier, Burrus might not have liked the odds stacked against him. Seneca, although a hypocrite, was a well-known philosopher — how could the First Minister of Rome advise his Emperor to murder ‘the best of mothers’?
Nero sobbed on the couch, and lifted his tearful face. ‘Burrus, can’t you order your troops to strike?’
‘They will not do it,’ the Praetorian tribune replied. ‘They love your Excellency but they also love your mother.’ He waved a hand contemptuously at Anicetus who was still sniffing the flowers. ‘He started this, so let him finish it!’
As Burrus and Seneca withdrew, Anicetus threw the garland on the floor, got to his feet, stretched and said lazily, ‘Caesar, you go to bed, and dream happily. I have work to do.’
He then summoned two of his lieutenants, naval officers Hercules and Oberitius, as well as a group of tough marines. They took the fleetest horses in the stables and rode around the bay to Agrippina’s villa.
As I said, I discovered all this later. Since our escape, I’d been listening to Agrippina’s reminscences, and begging her to flee. But Agrippina knew it was the end. She just sat by the brazier sipping her wine. As the news of the accident and her escape had spread, people had flocked to the villa. Once they’d discovered it was not the accident they’d first thought, they soon disappeared. The maids and servants also slipped away into the night. As Agrippina heard their fading footsteps, she glanced at me and smiled.
‘Won’t you go too?’
‘I will stay, Domina.’
‘He will not harm me.’
I closed my eyes at the foolishness of it all. She had just escaped a drowning arranged by her son and, within hours of reaching safety, she’d started to excuse him.
‘Let us remember, Parmenon?’ she continued. Her eyes had a dreamy, far-away look and she’d go back down the years, laughing and joking about all people we had known: Claudius and his strange edicts about breaking wind at table; Tiberius’s ears; Passienus embracing his favourite tree. She was still talking when I heard the sound of galloping horses, and shouts from the courtyard. I sprang to my feet and, picking up a sword, put myself between the door and Agrippina. Anicetus, followed by his two lieutenants, burst the lock open and swaggered in. All three must have drunk heavily before they’d left Baiae, I could smell the wine on their breath. Agrippina got to her feet and gently pushed me out of the way.