London - Edward Rutherfurd [39]
And so it was that he suddenly made a decision. Slipping quietly out of the house, he made his way swiftly through the streets to the kilns. It was not far. There were people about, but the pile of rubble was in the shadows. For a moment he could not find the bag, but then he did. Holding it under his cloak, he hurried back home. Carefully he entered and went to his room. The two women in the kitchen did not notice him. He pushed the bag under his bed, where there were already two boxes of his possessions. It would be safe there until morning. Moments later, he was awaiting his father by the door, ready to go out.
The night was clear and full of stars as Julius and his father crossed the city to the meeting. The family’s house was situated near the lower of the two gates in the western wall, and so they took the great thoroughfare which led from that gate, across the side of the western hill and down the incline to the brook that ran between the hills.
It was not often that Julius saw his father nervous, but just for once he sensed that he was. “You’ll be fine,” the older man muttered, more to himself than to his son. “You won’t let me down.” Then, a little later: “Of course, it’s not a closed meeting tonight, or you couldn’t be there.” And finally, squeezing his son’s arm tightly: “Just sit quietly, now. Don’t say anything. Watch.” They had reached the brook. They crossed the bridge. Before them lay the Governor’s Palace. Their destination lay up a street on the left.
At last, ahead of them in the darkness, there it was: a dark building standing alone, its doorway lit on each side by burning torches. Julius heard his father give a little hiss of satisfaction.
Though he was an easy-going man, there were two things of which Julius’s father Rufus was fiercely proud. The first was the fact that he was a Roman citizen.
Civus Romanus sum: I am a Roman citizen. In the early decades of Roman rule, few natives of the island province gained the honour of full citizenship. Gradually, however, the restrictions were eased, and Rufus’s grandfather, though only a provincial Celt, had managed by service in an auxiliary regiment to earn the coveted status. He had married an Italian woman, so Rufus could also claim that there was Roman blood in the family. True, when Rufus was a child the Emperor Caracalla had opened the gates and made citizenship available to nearly all freemen in the empire, so that in truth there was nothing to distinguish Rufus from the modest merchants and shopkeepers amongst whom he lived. But he still took pride in telling his son: “We were citizens before that, you know.”
But the second, and far greater, source of pride lay in the doorway with the flickering lights.
For Rufus was a member of the temple lodge.
Of all the temples in Londinium, though many were larger, none was more powerful than the Temple of Mithras. It was situated between the two hillocks, on the eastern bank of the little brook, about a hundred yards up from the precincts of the Governor’s Palace. Built recently, it was a stout little building, rectangular in shape and only sixty feet long. One entered from the eastern end; at the western end was a small apse containing the sanctuary. In this respect it resembled Christian churches, which at this time also had their altars at the western end.
There had always been many religions in the empire, but in the last two centuries the mystery cults and religions from the East had become increasingly popular, two especially: the religion of Christianity and the cult of Mithras.
Mithras the bull-slayer. The Persian god of heavenly light; the cosmic warrior for purity and honesty. Julius knew all about the cult. Mithras fought for truth and justice in a universe where, in common with many Eastern religions, good and evil were equally matched and locked in an eternal war. The blood of the legendary bull he killed had brought life and abundance to the earth. The birthday of this Eastern god was celebrated on 25 December.
It was mysterious, for the initiation rites were shrouded in secrecy, but it