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Transcript of Jack Stein Professor Oakes Lit 106
Jack Stein
Professor Oakes
Lit 106
March 23, 2013
Life in the Late Republic: The Tale of Marcus Afranius
The sun had not even pierced the horizon before Marcus rose
out of bed (Spaeth 91). Already in his twenty-fifth year, he had
become a force in the market for linens and togas. Every citizen
in Rome who owned the latter knew him. Despite his wealth and
recognition, interestingly, Marcus had not taken a wife yet. His
father had never found him the proper match before he had died,
and the matter had seemingly passed with him (“Matrimonium”).
Anyways, Marcus seemed more interested in business than marriage,
but this year, 72 B.C. to be exact, was bad for the toga
industry. Moreover, his friends and business partners had started
gossiping about him behind his back about his lack of a partner.
His life was incredibly different from the contemporary
businessman’s in terms of routine and actions, but many of the
driving forces behind his modus operandi are the same. Today he
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would rectify his issues by seeing some of the most powerful,
wealthy men in the Republic.
Placing both hands on his throbbing head, he tried to
remember how much Spanish wine he drank at the tavern the
previous night (Beard). Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the
room, squinting to find a candle. “Where is it?” he asked himself
as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. His knew Galla would
know their location.
“Galla! By the Gods, Galla, where are you?” His patience
quickly wore thin from his pounding headache and the urgency of
his task. “If you are not up here with a candle, I will make you
wish Marius and his legions had killed you in Numidia”
(Goldsworthy 135). Marcus heard a plate fall to the floor and
crack into a thousand pieces. “If that was you, Galla, you might
as well just walk over to the auctioneer’s stall, and ask to be
sold to an iron mine!” That would strike fear into him, Marcus
thought with a cruel smile. Every slave knew that working for the
Roman state in one of the mines amounted to a death sentence
because of the ill treatment that they suffered (“Roman
Slavery”).
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He’s going to beat me for sure, Galla thought to himself as he made
his way upstairs. Marcus treated his slaves with the same
physical abuse that was common throughout the Roman world. If a
slave did not perform a task correctly, or simply earned their
master’s ire, they could be mistreated in any way (Hopkins 7).
Before he reached the apex of the stairs, he remembered the
candles. “Master, they’re in the cabinet by your bed!”
Marcus’s ears picked up the stamping on the stairs; he
continued to ruminate on the ineptitude of his slaves though.
They made good fighters, sure—Galla and his cook, Aelus, were
captured during the Jugurthine War in North Africa twenty years
ago—but not much else (Goldsworthy 135). His father had given
them to him four years ago after Marcus had moved out.
“Are you coming in? I don’t have all day.” Marcus wondered,
almost aloud, why his household was composed of hairy, stupid
barbarians instead of eloquent, disciplined Greeks. The only
Easterner he owned, Akakios, was a clumsy former teacher now
turned secretary. Marcus, like every other Roman, was a racist
who found those from the North and South to be hairy barbarians,
and those from the East to be effeminate eunuchs (“Roman
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Slavery”). If only I had outbid that damned Ostian fish merchant for the two men
from Armenia, he thought to himself. The city’s slave markets were
swelled by the recent successes of Pompey the Great in the Third
Mithridatic War. Eastern slaves were so abundant, they cost as
much as a day’s worth of bread (Goldsworthy 201).
Maybe I’ll go buy another one today at the market, Marcus thought. He
could get one cheaply this time around because of the recent
surplus. Slaves were considered nothing more than a commodity in
the Classical world. True, his purchase would probably be some
poor peasant pressganged into service by some Eastern noble, but
he may get lucky and find a former magistrate’s assistant. His
train of thought was broken by a light knock at the door.
“Enter,” Marcus said, massaging his temple as the weariness from
last night’s revelry began to catch up with him.
The door opened slowly. As he looked up, he saw the
Numidian’s slender frame saunter into his bedroom. The scars
around his neck and arms showed that he had been in bondage for
years. A long cut across his face came from a well-played sword
strike during the last years of King Jugurtha’s rebellion.
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“Well?” Marcus asked, waiting for an insufficient reply from the
confused man before him.
“Good morning, master. I apologize for not waking you
sooner. Aelus and I were preparing breakfast and wished to know—“
Galla paused. He saw that further explanation would just elicit a
greater negative reaction than the one he would probably receive.
His master was in no mood to hear what the morning menu had to
offer. It consisted of the same thing everyday: bread, water, and
oil (Spaeth 92). I should’ve died with my brothers in the deserts of North Africa,
Galla thought to himself. Why doesn’t he just make good on his promises to
sell me off. Marcus always seemed like a depressed bore to the
slave. An unmarried man whose sole focus was gold and silver.
What an awful way to live, I wonder if he knows how his “friends” make fun of him
behind his back. They always commented on his lack of a wife, and how
peculiar it was. Every Roman man should be married by the time
they reached Marcus’s age; it was the socially correct thing to
do (Giovanni). Galla couldn’t help but furrow his brow at these
thoughts.
“Light some candles, and bring bread and water,” Marcus said
groggily (Spaeth 91). “Also, bring me a fresh tunic and toga. I
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need to look my best for today.” Marcus already knew that he was
running late. The first rays of the sun were quickly breaking
through the darkness of the horizon. He realized that his own
clients would be calling on him soon: beggars and poor citizens
whom he owed favors. He cracked a cruel smile, soon enough they
would owe him service; he would tell them to vote for Deterius,
that’s all he ever asked during election years (Spaeth 92). Then
Marcus thought of his own patron, Flavius Marcellus Nerva, the
current censor of the Senate. Marcus bit his lip, realizing he
would owe his patron the same favor he would be calling on his
own clients to fulfill. His thoughts soon returned to his
schedule.
Despite being an excellent merchant, his business in selling
linens had fallen on hard times. The linen trade had been
disrupted by Pompey’s campaign in the region, raising prices on
nearly every good from the East. This would be the first time in
his life that he would require a loan for conducting business. He
lacked the necessary funds to transport all of his linen and flax
from Egypt to the spinners in Greece, and from there, to Rome.
Marcus remembered Galla was still in the room. He looked over at
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his slave who was fishing for the garments he had ordered
prepared. There was still no food on the table. Marcus became
even more irritated. “How long have I owned you, Galla?”
Galla responded predictably, “About four years my master.”
Marcus got up from the bed and approached the slave. Shrinking as
his master approached, Galla busied himself nonchalantly looking
for a toga. Throwing aside different articles of clothing, he
finally found one. Quickly grabbing it, he turned around to see
Marcus face to face with him.
“And in those four years, has our daily routine ever, if
rarely, changed?” Marcus did not give the slave a chance to
answer. He slapped Galla across his face (Hopkins 7). Galla fell
back towards the wall, but did not fall, nor did he drop the
tunic. His only response was a meek, “My apologies master.”
Marcus could waste no more time. Looking over at the window, he
saw that the sun was starting to illuminate the morning sky.
“Don’t let it happen again, or the beating shall be twice as
rough. Now help me get this on,” Marcus ordered.
The woolen tunica, a long shirt worn as an under-garment
that came down to the knees or ankles, fit snugly against his
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body. Galla helped him put on the toga. Squeezing a piece of
cloth under the right arm, he made sure that half remained behind
him, and half in front (Vout 205). Galla helped to fold the back
part over his left shoulder, and then took the front part, and
performed the same action to the same shoulder (Vout 206).
Securing it in place with a silver brooch with a piece of smooth
amethyst on it, a ostentatious show of wealth, Marcus checked to
make sure the narrow stripe of his tunic was visible on his right
shoulder. If this strip didn’t show, how would people know he was
a wealthy eques instead of a regular citizen (Giovanni)? Seeing
that everything was in place, he put on his family’s golden
signet ring, a privilege only accorded to his class (Giovanni)”.
The light seemed to dance off of the wolf’s head that marked him
out as a member of the Afranius family. Turning to Galla, he gave
the slave a halfhearted expression of gratitude and hurried
downstairs. Already, there was a commotion at his front door.
Entering his atrium, the wide entranceway to his home,
Marcus looked around the room for Akakios and Aelus. Soon enough,
both appeared from the dining room. Akakios seemed overburdened
by the several scrolls of paper and wax tablets he carried, while
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Aelus looked as groggy as his master. Handing him a plate with
some bread and a cup of water, Marcus chewed the food quickly,
and washed it down in haste. Akakios, as always, was babbling
about some client or account. Dismissing Aelus with a wave of the
hand, the cook went off to busy himself, and Marcus turned to his
secretary. The Greek’s hands were stained with ink and wax. His
frail form denoted an intellectual purpose rather than a physical
one. Despite his clumsiness, he was essential to Marcus as his
personal aide. “Who calls on me today?” Akakios instantly fell
silent, and then began to rattle off names.
“Julius the baker asks for a toga for his son when he comes
of age next week. Also, Marcellus, one of your linen hawkers,
begs that you loan him some money for a lawyer (Mierow 596). He
did not say what he had done, but there is a rumor that says he
struck a citizen he was bartering with. There are about a dozen
others wishing for grants of food and money, mostly ex-slaves and
newcomers to the city (Spaeth 92).” Akakios looked at his tired
master. Marcus gave him an extremely annoyed look, one that
begged the question “why hasn’t this been dealt with already?”
Sensing this, Akakios answered that the newer clientele were
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given the pittance of food and coin they wanted. The poor were
hungry, and sometimes the best way to get a meal was to become
someone’s client. In return for the gifts, they were usually made
to do something menial for their patron.
Marcus asked the same question he always asked the over-
encumbered Easterner: “Did you tell them to vote for Lucius
Marcellus Deterius in the next tribune elections?” The tribunes
were important administrators in the Republic who were directly
elected by the people. Each of the ten members possessed a veto
that could be used on legislation found not to be in the public’s
interest. As such, it was a particularly powerful position to
hold.
Akakios nodded his head in affirmation. “Excellent,” Marcus
said under his breath. By the time elections were called for next
year, Deterius would definitely win. Moreover, he could use this
to gain more leverage with Nerva when asking for the loan.
Remembering the other two men, Marcus called for Galla again. The
slave, not wanting another disciplinary reminder, showed up
immediately. “Take the baker to the warehouse today, and let him
select any toga he wishes for his son. Carry it for him back to
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his shop, and after that, make sure he tells every citizen who
buys his bread to vote for Deterius. Also, he owes us three-dozen
loaves of bread. I want you to personally make sure several of
those reach the house today. Do you understand?” The slave gave a
slow nod, and vanished out the door. Moving towards the door, he
asked Marcellus to come in.
“Good to see you, Marcellus, how is your shop doing?” The
stout, balding man looked around at the opulent interior of
Marcus’s home before answering. The first thing he noticed was
the frescoes on the wall that depicted different gods and
goddesses in battle. Tables pushed up against the wall held an
assortment of silver and glass vases as well as some amphora
(large jugs usually filled with wine or spices). The wealth of
the equites was truly enviable (Giovanni). Looking back at his
well-clad patron, Marcellus remembered the question. “It goes
well sir, our profits were up last month with the start of
winter. Citizens can’t seem to get enough of our heavy wool
products.” He hoped the answer would soften the coming rebuke.
“There was some trouble, though, with a customer who pulled a
knife on me when a sale turned sour. I caught him trying to pay
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with several counterfeit coins.” For once in this long morning,
Marcus seemed interested. He had a special place in his heart
reserved for violence towards thieves, as did many Romans
(Johnson 167). He couldn’t recall the last time he had seen
combat between a pair of fighters in months.
“They should throw that miscreant into the Tiber or make him
fight in the arena,” Marcus declared with a smile. Marcellus did
not share his enthusiasm. Taking note of the lack of enthusiasm
on Marcellus’s face, the patron asked: “Why then, are you being
sued for assault?” Marcellus looked around again, not sure how to
answer.
Sweating, Marcellus stammered out that he was being accused
of acting in a way wholly unprofessional for a Roman merchant. He
went on to describe how the man wished to be compensated for his
injuries, several large bruises and cuts. As the portly man
continued to speak, Marcus’s anger started to boil. Get to the point
already, Marcus kept thinking to himself. Finally, after several
minutes of complaints and half-truths, Marcellus finally asked
for one favor. “Sir, would you please loan me three hundred
denarii to hire a lawyer?” Marcus did not look pleased, that was
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a year’s worth of salaries for a common day laborer; in other
words, money Marcus didn’t have. His mouth tightened a bit, and
his brow furrowed.
Marcus rubbed his head again. “Fine, I’ll give you the
money, but for this, you will be transferred to the market on the
Aventine Hill. If I catch word of you fighting with another
citizen again, you will never hold another job with me. Do you
understand?” The clearly frightened hawker bobbed his up and down
quickly, his face red with embarrassment and fear. Everyone knew
the Aventine as one of the seedier parts of the city, one rife
with foreigners and the poor (“The Aventine”). “Akakios, write
down our agreement and prepare it for signature. Are there any
citizens outside to bear witness to this contract?” The secretary
looked up from the piece of papyrus he scribbled on. Saying yes
to both, he went over to the door and called in one of the last
clients waiting to be met.
“Your patron asks that you bear witness to the following
contract in exchange for two denarii. Do you agree?” The man
nodded in affirmation. Reaching for a red candlestick, the
Eastern slave melted several large drops onto the papyrus beneath
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the writing. Marcus took his ring and firmly pressed it into the
warm liquid (“Roman Law”). As he removed it, the face of the wolf
could be seen almost perfectly. Marcellus followed suit, but
since he lacked the wealth of an eques, simply signed his name.
The poor client did the same thing, and then was shown out after
receiving the two days worth of pay (“Roman Law”). “Now that our
business is concluded, Marcellus,” Marcus tried his best to hold
back his contempt for the man who was costing him a small
fortune, “I must go and call on my own friends.” With that,
Marcellus was shown the door by Akakios, and Marcus departed for
Nerva’s home.
Making his way through the streets of the Capitoline, Marcus
could not help but be jealous of the large villas that the richer
patricians and senators owned. Some had lines of men stretching a
hundred feet back looking for money, food, work, etc. from their
patrons. Rounding the corner of the street with Akakios, Marcus
silently thanked the gods that he could go to the front of these
crowds because of his status in society. As he continued on his
path, he saw the distinctive markings of Nerva’s home. The walls
of the villa were emblazoned with frescoes of Apollo bringing
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light to the city. Nerva was a stern, calculating man, perfect
for the role of acting as Rome’s morale arbiter as well as a
financier for his friends (“Censor”).
Outside of his villa, several imposing slaves stood guard
outside of his home while a group of men clad in dirty, soiled
togas and tunics kept their distance. Making his way past these
lower class plebians, Marcus presented himself to an older Greek
slave who recognized him almost instantly. “My master has been
expecting you, please follow me.” Marcus did as he was told while
the men behind him shouted out curses for his cutting the line.
Standing in the hall with his much younger wife, Lucilla, Nerva
looked older than his forty-seven years. Catching sight of
Marcus, Nerva came over with his wife to greet him.
“If it isn’t my favorite eques, Marcus Aemillius Afranius.
You are late, it would seem. I was expecting you before the sun
rose over the city walls, please don’t let it happen again…
You’re a good man Marcus, but everyone knows a good Roman must be
punctual.” Marcus tried to hold back a biting retort, knowing
that his future as a businessman relied on this meeting.
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“You are right of course, censor.” Nerva beamed when he
mentioned his title. These rich men are such disgusting contradictions,
Marcus thought to himself.
“Have you met my new, young wife, Lucilla? She’s my new
muse.” Marcus looked over the young bride. She was beautiful, but
this betrayed the censor’s plans of using her for nothing more
than children, it seemed (“Matrimonium”). I wonder which family gave
this pretty bird over to him in exchange for an alliance (“Matrimonium”). Rome
was known for such terms in the political dealings of the Senate.
Nerva leaned closer to Marcus and said, “You should get a
wife soon. Certain friends are beginning to talk. It’s simply
unnatural for a man of your age to be without a wife”
(“Matrimonium”). Marcus tried his best to contain a look of shock
and disgust. Holding back his anger by reminding himself of the
task at hand, he smoothly said, “You’re wife is extremely
beautiful, but if we could, I’d like to discuss getting a loan
from you for the purchase and transportation of linens, one that
amounts to about 4,000 denarii. I can pay you back by this time
next year with interest.” Marcus tried to scan his patron’s face.
Nerva’s brow furrowed a bit, then relaxed.
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“That is a heavy sum, my friend, but I believe I can do
that. When last I took the census, your wealth amounted to well
over 26,000 denarii. That is more than enough for you to remain
part of your class (Giovanni). Yes, yes… I will make this loan to
you.” He tapped his chin, deep in thought. “In return, Marcus, I
want 10% interest as well as thirty of your best togas at a
severely lowered price.” The client looked at his patron with
both thanks and anguish. The interest is fine, but by the gods, thirty togas! At
least he’ll be paying me something for them. “But censor Nerva, please
remember all of the work I’ve done to get Deterius elected.
Thousands of voters will line up for him when next year’s
elections occur,” Marcus said in the hopes that this would get
him a better deal.
“That is true, word is you’ve been campaigning quite
handily. Hmmm… fine, I wont include the togas.”
“Deal,” Marcus declared beaming.
After Nerva’s secretary slave, a former Armenian magistrate
who was born for the task, brought out the papyrus, both men
placed their signet rings in the hot wax to conclude the deal
(“Roman Law). After many goodbyes and vows of friendship, Marcus
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exited the large villa and headed to the forum, knowing that he
could move on to the next stage of his plan.
The sun was nearing its apex in the sky. All around him, the
city was in the throes of morning. Men opened their shops, the
poor looked for a day’s work, and slaves hustled about on errands
for their masters. Earth’s greatest city had woken up. The Forum,
a huge rectangular plaza that was surrounded by all of the
important government buildings and temples, was being filled
slowly as the sun crept up into the sky (Spaeth 93). On the steps
of the Senate, Marcus saw different politicians making secret
deals and exchanging tenuous vows of friendship. On the rostra,
the raised speaking platform at the opposite end, different
citizens were making speeches to anyone who would listen (Spaeth
93). Marcus couldn’t care less for their propaganda or their
proselytizing. He was in search of two brothers he barely knew,
but who would help save his business.
Akakios assisted his master in finding them. Their message
stated that they would be close to the Temple of the Vestal
Virgins, one of the holiest sites in the city. The priestesses
who ruled over that cult possessed the sacred duty of never
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letting their fire, which symbolized the hearth of Rome, from
going out (“Vestal Virgins”). Upon entering its vicinity, Akakios
pointed to two well-clad individuals with strikingly similar
features. The secretary recognized them instantly as the men they
were looking for. “Master, the man on the left is Antoninas
Lucius Galtrax, and the man on the right is his younger brother
Quintus Lucius Galtrax. The former is the primary operator. You
should address him first. Oh, and they are both equites like you,
notice their rings and togas” (Giovanni). Akakios was proud that
he could do his duty. If a secretary couldn’t name his master’s
acquaintances, what good was he?
Marcus shot the slave a quieting look as they approached the
two men. Antoninas immediately noticed them and waved. Marcus
smiled back at them, realizing that courtesy was the best
strategy. “Antoninas and Quintus, my old friends. I assume you
received my letter about the shipping I required?” The brothers
nodded simultaneously.
Quintus spoke first: “We did, and we appreciate the terms of
the agreement. The amount you agreed to pay will certainly cover
any costs. Our ships will leave tomorrow for Alexandria.”
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Antoninas interjected, “We would appreciate though if you
offered us a bit more to cement our new alliance.”
Marcus grew tired of making deals and having to change them
constantly. He thought quickly and responded, “What if I give you
ten of my best togas?” The brothers looked at one another and
nodded in agreement.
“Thank you Marcus. We expect the money and the togas soon.
Good doing business with you.”
Marcus was not done. “Excuse me, but before we depart, may I
ask how your sister, Drusa, is doing?”
“Fine, why?” Quintus responded. His eyes betrayed his
suspicions.
“I was only thinking that, since she has come of age, that
maybe it was time for her to get married. Seeing that there are
very few suitors in the city with the same financial security and
prospects as mine, I propose that Drusa becomes my wife”
(“Matrimonium”).
Both brothers’ jaws dropped. Antoninas looked amused at the
prospect, while Quintus seemed annoyed. “Though the prospect of
our two families becoming one is an interesting idea, we do not
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think it is proper for us to speak about this at this junction.
That is not to say that we won’t consider it though.”
Quintus looked at Antoninas in horror. “But brother, Drusa
is barely fifteen, shouldn’t we wait—.”
Antoninas cut him off. “I am the eldest brother and heir to
our father’s house. I am now Drusa’s protector, and I feel that
Marcus would make a good husband. He is a very trustworthy man
who could give her a good life. I told him we will discuss it
later and we shall” (“Matrimonium”). Pausing for a moment to
regain his composure, “May we just sign the papers now, and talk
about this on the morrow at our home? Quintus seems tired, and it
is almost time for siesta.”
“Of course. I cannot wait to see you tomorrow. Please bring
along your sister so that we may make each other’s
acquaintanceship.” Motioning over to his slave, Akakios fumbled
with a piece of papyrus he was holding, but finally managed to
write down the terms of the agreement for the shipping. All three
applied their rings to the hot wax, and Akakios stowed it away
after it had dried. “Goodbye, my friends.” Now that fool Nerva and his
friends can shut his mouth about my lack of a wife, Marcus thought while
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smiling. He had grown tired of the constant gossip. Now he could
ensure the family line; it also helped that Drusa was a pretty
catch ((Matrimonium”).
Back at his house, Marcus strolled through his garden, an
essential piece of any upper class Roman’s home (“Roman Houses”).
The sun was already at midday, and he was incredibly tired; his
lunch of bread, olives, cheese, and fruit weighed him down
considerably (“Daily Life”). Finding a couch by the large peach
tree in the garden, Marcus laid down to nap for about three
hours. The siesta provided him with some much-needed rest after
his long, stressful morning (“Daily Life”). All across Rome,
wealthy and middle class men would be engaging in the same
exercise (“Daily Life”). A silence enveloped the city for a time
as almost all work stopped. His slaves knew to wake him later in
the afternoon so that he could go to the bathhouse. Resting his
head on a pillow, Marcus thought about his business and the deals
he had just made. Soon enough though, he fell into a deep sleep.
Galla interrupted Marcus’s dreams with light shake. Getting
up, he looked at the sun to gauge what time it was. The sun
appeared to be approaching a late afternoon hour. Perfect, Marcus
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said to himself, as he and Galla walked back into the house to
prepare for the baths. Galla grabbed several towels, a strigil (a
hooked metal tool used to scrape off dirt and bathing oil), and
some oil (“Roman Baths”). Telling Akakios and Aelus to have
dinner prepared for him by the time he returned, he and Galla set
off together as they did everyday. Going to the baths for Marcus,
as well as every other Roman, was a daily affair meant to ease
one into the evening. Wealthier citizens would bring their slaves
along to guard their clothing, as well as act as attendants.
Making their way down the streets of Rome, Marcus couldn’t
help but notice all those stirring from their siestas. Many wore
tired expressions while others looked revitalized. Slowly, the
duo wound through the city until they finally reached their
destination. Upon entering the spacious and open atrium, Marcus
paid the balneator, the bath’s manager, a few quadrans (the
lowest denomination of Roman money) (“Roman Baths”). Handing
Galla his toga, Marcus made his way into the open Atrium, and
began jogging around the court. Having built up quite a sweat
from this, he concluded by doing several stretches (“Roman
Baths”). Moving into the apodyterium, a locker room like area for
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undressing, Marcus handed Galla his tunic and sandals, and walked
into the caldarium. The caldarium was the hottest bath in the
complex, meant to open up the pores for the later scrubbing
(“Roman Baths). Slowly sinking beneath the water, Marcus felt his
muscles clench, and then immediately relax (“Roman Baths”).
Spotting several friends socializing, Marcus waded over to them
and began socializing. He told them about his day, and they about
theirs. Socializing at the baths was considered a must in Roman
society (Spaeth 94).
Although he enjoyed the heat of the water and the light
discussion amongst friends, the heat was beginning to grow
uncomfortable. Heading back to the apodyterium, he called on
Galla, who came with the strigil and oil. His master laid down on
one of the open stone tables, while Galla applied the oil to his
back (Spaeth 94). The perfumed liquid smelled of lilac, but
nothing could beat the feel of the strigil across his back as
Galla wiped it off. Turning over, Galla did the same thing to his
chest and abdomen. As Marcus looked around, many of the other
tables were also occupied as the same scene was being repeated.
Deciding that the time was right to go wash off in the
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frigidarium, the coldest bath, Marcus thanked Galla and sent him
back to the apodyterium until he was ready to leave (“Roman
Baths”).
Full of men washing themselves and swimming, the frigidarium
was a nice relief from the heat of the caldarium. Slipping into
the water, Marcus felt the cold-water rush over him, closing his
recently opened pores. I needed this, Marcus thought to himself in
satisfaction. Sitting there for what seemed like hours, he
finally got out, and found Galla in the apodyterium (“Roman
Baths”). After changing, he still felt revitalized and in good
health. Marcus and Galla made their way back to the house as the
sun began to set. If only I could go take a bath more than once a day, Marcus
thought to himself (“Roman Baths”).
Around the house, Akakios and Aelus had lit candles. By the
time Marcus and his slave returned, the opening course of the
cena, the final meal of the day, was laid out (“Roman Meals”).
Marcus took the small salad of greens, leeks, and egg over to the
couch and began eating. He ate in silence, thinking about the
success of his day. To drink, Marcus consumed a sweet mixture of
wine and honey with his meal. Having finished that, the main
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course of pig sausages and bread came out (“Roman Meals”).
Accompanying this was Marcus’s, and for that matter Rome’s,
favorite sauce, garum. This salty spread was manufactured by
fermenting dead fish intestines for a long period (“Roman
Meals”). Spreading a spoonful over his sausage, Marcus ate them
quickly. After this, Aelus brought out fig pudding for desert,
which Marcus enjoyed slowly (Spaeth 94). After putting aside his
plate, Marcus dismissed his slaves to any other tasks and errands
they had left to do, and went up to his bedroom.
Sitting at his candlelit desk, Marcus looked out the window
at the darkness of the city. Although only around seven, he was
very tired, as was the rest of the city (Spaeth 95). Rome went to
sleep early, but rose in the wee hours of the morning as well.
There was still work to be done, however. For the next two hours,
Marcus wrote letters to different members of his family, as well
as his business partners. Filling out an order form for the
number of linens he wanted, he made a mental note to send Galla
with it to Ostia, Rome’s principal port. As time went on, Marcus
could feel his weariness overtake him (Spaeth 95). Placing his
stylus down, the twenty-five year old took off his clothes and
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went to bed. His last thoughts of the day were about the future.
The problems of this year are solved, but what of next year, or the years after that? Will
Drusa like me? Will we have boys or girls? These thoughts eventually drew
Marcus into the realm of sleep.
Marcus awoke the next morning, and placed both hands on his
head. Peering out the window, he noted that the horizon was
slowly turning a light purple. I’m running late.
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