'Now then, let's not hang about any longer. We need to get on and make preparations for the arrival of the Emperor. Have your staff officers stay to help with the organisation. The rest of these chaps can go and wait wherever it is you soldiers go between battles.'
While the officers milled about impatiently in the overcrowded officers' mess tent, Narcissus quickly issued instructions that sent legionaries scurrying around the camp to assemble the materials necessary to achieve the theatrical effect that the Emperor's chief secretary wanted. Vespasian, bathed, scented and clad in ceremonial finery, managed to join the officers reassembled outside the headquarters just as proceedings began.
Long after the last rays of the sun had been blotted out by night, a strident blaring of trumpets at the main gate announced the arrival of Claudius. The avenue from the main gate to the wooden praetorium was lined with legionaries holding blazing torches aloft. By the light of the orange and gold flames the senior cohort of the Praetorian Guard marched into the camp. The spotless white of their uniforms and shields engendered a certain amount of quiet resentment in the men who had had to fight their way to the Tamesis. More cohorts followed and formed up on the parade ground in front of the Praetorium. Next came a score of young boys in purple tunics, carrying gilded wicker baskets, who showered flower petals along the route. Finally, another blast from the trumpets split the night air, this time accompanied by a different kind of trumpeting, which few men in the invading army had ever heard before.
Lumbering into view down the avenue of flickering torches came the elephants, with the Emperor himself riding the first in the line. Right on cue the legionaries along the route began to shout out 'Imperator! Imperator! Imperator!'. the traditional acclamation for a beloved and respected commander. Claudius sat behind an elephant driver on an elaborate throne specially made to be carried on the back of an elephant. Without inclining or turning his head, the Emperor waved one hand in acknowledgement. He wore a magnificent silver cuirass studded with jewels that gleamed like eyes of red and green in the torchlight. Flowing around him was a cloak of imperial purple. On his brow he wore a golden wreath whose lustre reflected the flickering glow.
Magnificent as the spectacle was, the principal member of the cast would have benefited from a dress rehearsal. The unusual rolling motion of riding an elephant is uneasy on the stomach of someone new to elephants and the motion necessitated frequent adjustments to the wreath to keep it at an aesthetically pleasing angle. Otherwise, judged Vespasian, Claudius was making a decent enough fist of it.
The elephant driver halted the Emperor's beast and urged it down with a set sequence of kicks and orders. The front knees gracefully buckled and the Emperor, still waving nonchalantly to his cheering troops, was almost pitched out of his throne and only avoided this indignity by throwing himself backward and grabbing the arms. Even so the imperial wreath was dislodged. It bounced down the flank of the elephant and would have landed on the ground had not Narcissus leaped forward and fielded it with a neat one-handed catch. The beast lowered its rear and the Emperor pulled a hidden lever to release the side of the throne, which folded out to provide a nicely angled series of steps down to the ground.
'Ohh! Very neat!' Vitellius marvelled, standing in his place next to Vespasian.
The Emperor descended, replaced the wreath discreetly returned to him by Narcissus, and limped forward to greet the general of his army. 'My dear Aulus Plautius. It d-d-does my heart good to s-see you again!'
'The pleasure and honour is all mine, Caesar,' uttered Plautius and bowed his head.
'Yes, m-most kind of you, I m-rn-must say.'
'I trust Caesar's journey was comfortable?'
'No. N-not really. Bit of a s-storm after we left Ostia and the roads in Gaul n-need upgrading. But the chaps on the British f-f-fleet were very accommodating. And do you know, P-Plautius, every fort I've passed th-th-through since I landed at Rutupiae has hailed me as Imperator! What about that then?' The eyes gleamed proudly, and the nervous tic he had never quite managed to master emphasised his pride with a sudden sideways twitch of the head that nearly shook the wreath off again. It now hung at a slight angle above his left eye and behind him Narcissus had to still his hand as it instinctively started to reach out to straighten his masters symbol of office. Abruptly Claudius swung round towards his chief secretary.
'Narcissus'
'How times did they call me Imperator?'
'eighteen times,including tonight,Caesar?'
'There- what about that? More than either Augustus or Tiberius ever got!' inclined his head and smiled modestly at the achievement.
'No more than you deserve, Caesar,' Plautius said respectfully. He turned to one side and indicated his senior officers with a wave of his hand "May I present my legates and tribunes to you, Caesar?'
'What did you say?' Claudius craned an ear towards him. In the background the troops had got a little too enthusiastic in their cheering, and it was becoming hard to conduct a conversation at the prescribed distance between Emperor and subordinate. A quite different arrangement existed between Emperor and freedman since the latter was so far down the social order that no protocol existed. Claudius waved Narcissus over and shouted into one ear.
'Look, it's terribly n-nice of them and all that, b-b-but would you have someone tell them to shut up. Can't hear a th-th-thing.'
'At once, Caesar!' Narcissus bowed, backed away and pointed to the assembled senior centurions of the Praetorian Guard and then pointed to the ground before his feet. Vespasian watched in astonishment as the centurions immediately trotted over in response to the freedman's summons, Clearly, Narcissus was so firmly positioned at the Emperor's side that he could command instant obedience from these free-born citizens of Rome, who were nominally his social superiors. The instructions were quickly issued and the centurions hurried off waving their arms at the men lining the route, and quickly the shouting began to subside.
'Ah! Much b-better! Now then, Plautius, you were s-s-saying?'
'My officers, Caesar. I would like to present them to you.'
'Of course you would! Jolly g-good idea.'
The Emperor went down the line of legates and tribunes, arranged by legion, repeating a series of stock phrases as he passed along.
'Having a good campaign? Wished I could have j-joined you earlier. Maybe n-n-next time, eh?
'Had some good b-b-battles, I hear. Hope you sh-sh-showed them how tough we Romans are!
'Hope you've left me enough b-barbarians for a decent fight! I've got a deal off-f-fighting to catch up on!'
Until he approached Vespasian,
He limped along from the last tribune of the Ninth Legion and stood before the legate of the Second.
'Having a… Why, it's Flavius Vespasian. How are you, my lad?'
'I' m well, Caesar.'
'Well, that's good. Jolly g·good. Been hearing excellent things about your brother. Must be proud of him.'
'Yes. Caesar,' Vespasian replied icily before he could stop himself. 'Still, keep up the g-good work and maybe one day you can have a legion of your own to c-command.'
'Caesar.' Narcissus stepped up smoothly. 'This is the Flavian brother who commands the Second.'
'Then who's the other fellow?'
'Flavius Sabinus. Attached to the staff.'
The light of realisation dimly dawned in the Emperor's countenance. 'Aha! Then this is the one with that w-w-wife. What's her name?' 'Flavia, Caesar,' Vespasian answered.
'You're right! That's her name. She's got that gorgeous little slave gggirl, hasn't she? Wouldn't mind having a close look at her myself sometime. The slave girl, that is,' Claudius hastily added as Vespasian tried to hide his outraged expression. 'But your Flavia's a n-n-nice looking filly as well. B-bit cheeky too, eh, Narcissus?' The Emperor made to wink at his freedman but his tic got the better of him and his face convulsed. Narcissus coloured slightly and turned to Plautius.