“Do you ever think the masters envy us?” I asked.
“Yes. They obviously do. Who wouldn’t?”
It was so strange to hear her certainty, after spending so much time talking to Sokrates. “I think this is the best place, too,” I said.
“Even if we can’t go and fix time?” she asked.
“Not even Necessity knows all ends,” I quoted. She laughed. I found myself yawning. “Perhaps I should go to bed now.”
“Good night, Simmea,” Septima said, and went back into the library.
For a moment I wanted to run after her and tell her that I knew she was Pytheas’s sister and ask about their childhood together. She was a very reserved person, difficult to get to know. I seldom saw her except in the library. That was one of the most intimate conversations I’d ever had with her. But when I imagined telling her that Pytheas had told me their secret I could only picture her pulling away. I watched the doors swing shut behind her, then walked slowly back through the city towards my bed.
17
MAIA
“Did you ever wonder why Plato isn’t here?” Klio asked one evening in the Year Seven as we were walking back after a debate. She and Axiothea had their arms around each other. They were an established couple now. Lysias was walking beside me. He and I were not so much a couple as friends who did on occasion share eros—the true note of our relationship was definitely philia. As far as eros goes, silphium always worked so far, for me and for the other female masters, though I always fretted about it.
“I suppose he didn’t pray to be here?” I suggested.
“He knew it wouldn’t work. He never intended it to be tried seriously. He was just trying to provoke debate.”
“Well that may be true, but that doesn’t mean we’re wrong to want to try it,” Lysias said. “And it is working.”
“It’s mostly sort-of partly working,” Klio said.
We came to my door and I opened it. “Wine? Cake?” The debate about whether it was appropriate to take food out of the eating halls had been decided in favor, as long as the food was always shared. We all went in and I fetched the wine and the mixer. Lysias took the cups out and distributed them, while Axiothea took the cushions off the bed and put them on the floor. I mixed the wine—half and half as we always drank it, on Plato’s recommendation.
“It’s working. We have children who love philosophy, who think a debate between Manlius and Tullius is the best imaginable way to spend an evening. I envy them sometimes,” Lysias said, as I put little nut cakes on a plate.
“Me too,” I said, passing the plate to Axiothea and sitting down on the floor beside Lysias. He and I leaned on the bed, and the other two against the wall, on the pillows. “I envy them. And even more I envy the next generation. The babies that will be born here. The native speakers, as you said once, Klio. Our children will do better at giving them the Republic than we did for our children, because we’re a pile of crazy idealists from all over time, and our children grew up here.”
“Sokrates thinks we’re wrong,” Axiothea said. “He’s teaching all sorts of people to question all sorts of things. When I first heard what he thinks about Plato, it really rocked me.”
“Sokrates doesn’t believe in the Noble Lie,” I said, sipping my wine.
“Sometimes it’s necessary, but I’d prefer to avoid it too,” Lysias said quietly.
“When a doctor—” Axiothea began.
“We all know the argument,” Klio interrupted.
“Would you have the Noble Lie debate with Tullius or Ficino?” Axiothea asked.
“Debate it in Chamber, you mean?” Lysias asked. “Maybe.”
“How about in public?” I asked.
“That would be tantamount to telling the children we’ve lied to them,” Klio said.
“We’re going to have to tell them sometime. Before we all die and they need to run things for the next generation,” Lysias pointed out. “They’re not supposed to read the Republic until they’re fifty, and then only the golds.”
“We’ll need to tell some of them. Some carefully selected subset.” Axiothea shook her head. “The real problem is all the old men who don’t want to let anything go.”
“Tullius,” I said.
“Not just Tullius. Others too. They’re men, they’re from societies where men have the power, they’re older, they’re used to being the people giving orders. They come here and they find out that they’re famous to people from future centuries. They’re not going to want to give that up, even to Philosopher Kings.” Klio frowned. “They don’t like debating me or Myrto. And Aristomache has stopped trying, even though she’s one of the sharpest minds here.”
“Ikaros will debate you,” Lysias said.
“Oh, Ikaros!” She looked quickly at me. “I think he has the opposite problem. Here he’s just like us. He isn’t the kind of famous he’d have wanted to be. He didn’t have the chance to be. But he’s brilliant. He wants his posterity to be here.”
“I think that’s unfair,” Lysias said. “When I heard that Pico della Mirandola was here, I was just as excited as when I heard that Cicero and Boethius were. And Ikaros is happy to be known by philosophers. He didn’t care about wide fame as long as the best people knew about him.”
“I’d never heard of him,” I said.
“Me neither,” Axiothea said. “But I’m a mathematician.”
“And I wasn’t anything,” I said.
“You were a scholar in a world that wouldn’t let you be,” Klio said, reaching over and patting my hand. “That’s a lot more than nothing. But I think I’m right about what Ikaros thinks about his posterity.”
“I think most of us want our posterity to be here,” I said. “Our legacy. I certainly do. And you know, in the normal course of time the old men will die off and there will be a time when we are old but alive and we can make the decisions about what to hand on to the children and when.”
“I thought of that when Plotinus died last year,” Klio said. “But when the children are fifty I’ll be nearly eighty, and even you will be almost seventy.”
“And our posterity will not be here,” Axiothea said. “We have no posterity. Athene told us that in the beginning. Doing it has to be enough.”
“It’s enough for me,” I said.
“I don’t think it’s enough for Ikaros, now Plotinus is dead,” Klio said.
“What more could he want? We’re living the good life. We’re building the Just City,” Lysias said. “We knew from the beginning that it wasn’t going to last, that it couldn’t. We’re all making sacrifices for that.”
“Like what?” Axiothea asked, pouring more wine.
“Like working so hard, and not having children,” Lysias said.
“But working hard is mostly fun, and all the children are our children,” I said.
“You don’t want children of your own?” he asked.
I emphatically did not. “They wouldn’t fit into the plan,” I said.
“You see,” Lysias said, spreading his hands.
“I don’t feel we’re making a sacrifice,” I said.
Klio nodded. “I think we’re very lucky to be here. Though I never imagined when we started that I’d spend half my time working with workers.”
“Me neither,” Lysias groaned. “And some of them are refusing to leave the recharger, and I don’t know what to do about it. I’d have taken a course on robotics if I’d had the least idea how much I’d need it. I was a philosopher. I just used them without thinking about it.”