#CRITICAL RACE THEORY PRESENTS EMPRESS OF CONSTANTINOPLE A Novel PART TEN

#CRITICAL RACE THEORY PRESENTS

EMPRESS OF CONSTANTINOPLE A Novel

PART TEN

EMPRESS OF CONSTANTINOPLE A Novel

 By

Eugene Stovall

#HISTORICAL FICTION #WOMENS STUDIES #BLACK STUDIES #VATICAN #ARIANISM #GOTH #VANDAL #THEODORA #JUSTINIAN #HERESY #COPTIC CHRISTIANS #CHRISTIAN FICTION

EPISODE TWENTY - FOUR

Justinian’s plan to consolidate his newly constituted Roman empire is in its final phase. Ridding himself of Marcellinus Comes and Cappadocian John, Justinian is determined that he, alone, will be master of the new Roman Empire. He does not intend to share his throne with anyone ___ not even Theodora. However, just as Justinian’s consolidated rule is completed, catastrophe, in the form of a pandemic, strikes.

Dubbed Justinian’s Plague, the pandemic hits the European continent at the midpoint of his Gothic War depleting populations, everywhere. Not even Justinian escapes the plague’s reach. For weeks the emperor lies bedridden, in a delirium, barely clinging to life. Court physicians offer little hope for his survival. The High Council begins preparations for the imperial succession. Only Theodora refuses to give up hope. She remains by Justinian’s side throughout his ordeal ____ bathing, feeding and holding his hands to let him know that she was by his side.

Miraculously, after two weeks, Justinian begins recovering some of physical strength and his mental faculties. However, his recuperation is prolonged.  Even, afterward he is able to leave his bed, the plague’s effects mar Justinian’s body and impairs his mind for the remainder of his life.

The clergy blame the plague on Justinian’s religious persecutions, and men of science claim fleas from rats populating Constantinople’s docks, transported the plague to seaports throughout the empire. It is certain the plague was born in Constantinople’s streets, alleyways and surrounding waterways where centuries of filth, garbage, dead bodies, animal and human feces tossed about, untended, was the likely source of the plague that annihilates half of Europe’s population.

“How is the emperor today,” Saffyya asks.

“He is doing better,” Theodora responds, “although he gets very little sleep,” “What seems to be the problem?” “He spends his nights pacing the halls of the palace.”

“Perhaps he worries over the toll the plague is taking on his people.” “He certainly has much to worry about,” Theodora says. “I pray to your God, Jesus Christ and to the War God, Gurzil for the emperor,” Saffyya says.

When the plague strikes Constantinople, some of the sufferers lapsed into a coma while others experience mental disorientation and memory loss. Some suffer for days, even weeks, before dying; others die almost immediately after being hit by the first symptoms. The cemeteries and grave sites fill to capacity. Bodies litter the streets. Justinian orders soldiers to dig trenches and bury the dead in mass graves. Soon the dead fill the trenches to capacity. Justinian orders the dead loaded on boats and dumped into the sea.

The empire is unified in misery, suffering and death far more effectively than solely by Justinian’s wars in Africa, Persian and Italy. Europe truly becomes the playground of the Christian bible’s Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: War, Famine, Pestilence and Death. Agricultural activity slows to a subsistence level as trade ceases altogether. Industrial activity stops; products are neither being produced, nor being made available. The economic downturn causes prices for food and other essentials to soar and tax revenues to plunge. Nevertheless with the economy in total collapse and the plague devastating populations, everywhere, Justinian continues his wars against the Goths and Persians in Dacia and demands that his tax collectors continue to keep the imperial treasury at the same level of revenue as was supplied before the plague struck. Justinian worries not about the people who are dying but his empire that is disintegrating.

“Don’t you miss your husband?” Theodora asks Saffyya.

“Of course, highness.”

“Then why have you not joined him in Rome?”

“He told me that he would send for me,” Saffyya sighs. “But ...” “What is it?” “I am barren, mi’Lady,” Saffyya says, sadness tinging her voice. “I am afraid that I have lost him.”

“Well it’s probably just as well that you have not brought a  child into this world, with all the misery and death the plague has visited upon the world.”  

Saffyya does not comment. No other words are needed between the two African women whose husbands are responsible for so much misery.

Over the weeks, Theodora has stayed in her private chambers in the Hormisdas Palace where she has been recuperating from nursing Justinian back to health. No longer tolerant or patient since recovering from his illness, Justinian has become demanding, impatient and verbally abusive with her. Now Theodora seeks the companionship and solace in the colony of Egyptian clergy and intellectuals who she protects \ from Justinian’s persecutions in the Palace of Hormisdas. And Saffyya has become her constant companion. Only among her own people does Theodora not feel like a stranger in a strange land.  And during Justinian’s recuperating, plotting to use Christianity as his lever for imperial rule, he resents Theodora’s efforts to preserve the orthodox religion founded by the Lord Jesus Christ and his disciples even more

“My husband is broadening his persecution of Christians,” Theodora confides to Saffyya.

“How so, mi’Lady?” “He has issued an edict prohibiting homosexuality,” Theodora says. “And he has spies reporting offenders.” “We have heard about what happened to two Greek bishops,” Saffyya says, “but it was too unbelievable.” “It is believable, alright,” Theodora confirms. “I’m afraid that Justinian has turned into something of a monster.”| “Who were the two bishops, mi’Lady?” “They were not Egyptians,” Theodora sighs. “Esaias of Rhodes and Alexander of Thrace.” “That’s a relief.” “Justinian is testing his authority over the church by dismissing them from their dioceses.”

“Oh my!” Saffyya exclaims. “But that’s not all,” Theodora continues. “My husband ordered them arrested, castrated and paraded through the streets of Constantinople.” “But your ladyship, homosexuality is openly practice on the Street of Pleasures.”

“Be that as it may, Justinian has ordered all bishops, priests and lesser clerics known to be homosexuals to be arrested and castrated.”

“Poor Antonina,” Saffyya murmurs.

“Poor Antonina?” Theodora responds. “Why so?”

“Well majesty, I thought you knew.” “Knew what?” “Theodosius, Belisarius’ stepson who Antonina seduced while in Carthage,” Saffyya explains, “is now in a monastery in Ephesus. He is a known homosexual.”

“No...!

“Yes!” Saffyya stares sadly at Theodora. “Antonina and I believed Theodosius was in Italy with the warrior monk.” “Theodosius left the Circumcellion monastery when Brother Joseph’s warrior monks joined the fight against the Goths,” Saffyya explains. “His gentle nature rebelled at the thought of all that bloodshed and killing.” “What happened to him?”

“He entered the monastery in Ephesus known for its gentler, milder atmosphere. Do you think he will be safe there?”

“I don’t know,” the empress responds. “I certainly hope so, but who can know what Justinian will do?”

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With the plague had decimating the empire’s population, Justinian worries that perhaps he may not realize his grand plan. His advisors report that resentment over his religious and legal reforms and increasing taxes grows as does opposition ___ actual opposition ____ to his. Justinian feels surrounded by enemies. Throngs of angry people, seeking food, shelter and the means of survival flood into the capital. The flood is not limited to peasants and serfs driven from the non-productive farms. Landowners ruined by the plague, civil officials deprived of their positions and former nobles evicted as squatters from lands confiscated by Justinian’s tax collectors along with their families also flood into Constantinople seeking to survive. With the plague-depleted food stores reducing bread distribution both in quality and quantity, Constantinople’s  population is far angrier with Justinian than the one that attempted to pull him from his throne during the Nika riots.

In the absence of Cappadocian John and Marcellinus Comes, Justinian turns to a Greek monk, Theodore Ascidas, for advice. Disregarding his preference for corrupt and treacherous councilors, Ascidas, the abbot of a monastery near Jerusalem, is not only wise and intelligent, but moral and ethical. Ascidas  attracted Justinian’s attention when he petitioned the emperor on behalf of the faculty at the Academy of Athens. For a thousand years, the Academy of Athens attracted students from all over the empire to study  the literature and philosophy of Plato, Aristotle and many other noted Greek scholars. Justinian, nonetheless, closes the academy, seizes its estates and dismisses its faculty, citing the prominence of pagan literature and teachers as his justification. Yet, struck by the scholar’s reasoning in pleading for the continuation of the Academy of Athens, Justinian decides to appoint Ascidas his principle advisor and installs him in the post of Bishop of Caesarea, which was once held by Eusebius, Emperor Constantine’s advisor.

“Even if people, throughout the empire, are solidly Roman Catholic, Highness,”  Bishop Ascidas councils, “your religious edicts do not accomplish what intend.” “Why not?” “It makes it easier for Greek Nestorians and Manicheans to ally themselves with the Coptic African and Egyptian clergy.”

Ascidas admires the teachings of the eminent Egyptian theologian, Origen, and is critical of Justinian’s religious edicts. Nor does Ascidas agree with the emperor’s Arian beliefs.

“I am burning Nestorian heretics at the stake,” Justinian says “Nestorians deny that Mary is the mother of God. That should make me popular with all devout Christians who believe in the bible.” “Yet, not only have you not united all other Christians, they are more divided along racial and geographical lines, than ever before.” “Why is that?” “Your other edicts excommunicate Manicheans and Donatists, denying them the rights of citizenship, forbidding them from practicing law, medicine or architecture, have worked against you.” Justinian remains silent, but he is already sorry that he appointed this monk as his advisor. “Your edicts ban heretics from inheriting property or testifying in court. You are arresting heretics, depriving of their property and interning them in forced labor camps. And you expect people to love you for your persecutions?” “Those who do not worship God properly,” Justinian replies, “should be denied the privileges of God’s kingdom.” “And yet even you admit that your edicts are not having their desired effect.”

“How do you recommend that I implement my edicts,” Justinian asks Ascidas.

“It depends upon what you want to achieve, Highness,” the newly appointed Bishop of Caesarea observes.

“My objective is to establish the emperor’s primacy in all religious affairs. I wish to re-establish my rights as Pontifex Maximus.”

“But your edicts unite everyone, except Arian Christians and Greek clergy, against you,” Ascidas says. “At the same time, you are even losing the support of Empress Theodora.”

“It’s that bad?” “As your Imperial Highness has stated, you wish to force everyone to believe what you want, when you want and the way you want.” “How else can I accomplish my goals?”   “I suggest you withdraw your religious edicts and issue a new one.” “What new edict?” “Issue an edict condemning the Three Chapters,” Ascidas laughs. “What are the Three Chapters?” “They are the writings of  Theodore of Mopsuestia, Theodoret of Cyrus, and Ibas of Edessa.”

“Why is this a better alternative?” Justinian asks. “All three of these men were heretics ____ and are now dead,” Ascidas points out, “and none have any followers.”

“Would Vigilius and every other patriarch and bishop accept my edict in writing and disseminate my edict throughout their dioceses?” “I cannot guarantee universal acceptance of such an edict,” Ascidas responds, “but I can guarantee that no one will come forward to oppose it.” “Why not?” “No one has ever understood what the Three Chapters support or are against,” Ascidas laughs.

“If you believe this is the proper approach, I’ll hold you responsible for implementing it,” Justinian says. “But I want you to understand that I want them all the bishops and patriarchs to accept my authority in writing.”

****

“Have you read the emperor’s edict against the Three Chapters?” Vigilius asks Raptus. The Bishop of Rome relies on the advice of the Vandal cleric, now residing on Vatican Hill. Raptus gives Vigilius the credibility he needs to work with Totila, the newest Goth leader over the Gothic kingdom. Though Narsas and the Byzantine army fight the Goths all over Italy, Totila has recovered almost all the Italian territory lost to Belisarius and still holds Rome under siege. Though a devout Arian Catholic, Totila makes an effort to win the allegiance of the Italian people by liberating slaves and distributing land to peasants, “All the eastern patriarchs and bishops have signed the emperor’s ‘Three Chapters’ edict, Your Holiness,” Raptus says, “though many claim to be under duress.” “This is our opportunity to free ourselves of the emperor’s yoke,” Vigilius exults. “You intend to defy the emperor’s edict?” Raptus asks. “I will not defy it,” Vigilius says. “But neither will I sign it.” “Is it wise to oppose Justinian? The authors of the Three Chapters are long dead. No one cares about who they were or what they wrote.” “All the reason to take a stand,” Vigilius replies. “Totila will take my opposition as a sign that we are not the emperor’s lackey.” Raptus notes how quickly, Vigilius has adopted the royal we when referring to himself. “Besides the emperor’s edict undermines the Council of Chalcedon, itself,” “How so, Eminence?”  “It is my role as Pope of Rome to defend the Church against all its enemies.” “However, the Council of Chalcedon defends the orthodoxy of the Catholic Church against Nestorians who would deny the Virgin Mary was the Mother of God, against the Manicheans who deny the authenticity of the Old Testament and the Donatists who deny the emperor has any authority over Christianity, whatsoever,” Raptus points out. “Your defiance of the emperor’s edicts could be interpreted as undermining the Council of Chalcedon.” And an affront to those who deny that you are Christianity’s rightful leader, Raptus thinks to himself. “I will be the judge of that!” Vigilius says. “The Grand Master of the Brotherhood may be gone but the brotherhood’s mission continues.”

Nevertheless, by exerting his leadership over the patriarchs and bishops who opposed the emperor’s religious edicts, Vigilius consolidates his authority over the Arian Roman Catholic Church, from his residence on Vatican Hill, far more quickly than either the Abbot Ascidas or Emperor Justinian expects. A Christianity, divided into separate and hostile groups, gives Vigilius the opportunity to exert his leadership as the Pope of Rome and incorporate Arian beliefs into the liturgy of the Roman Catholic Church. In the east, Greek clergy who support Justinian’s persecution of Egyptian clergy and burning of Nestorian heretics at the stake,  remain opposed to the emperor’s decision to adopt Arianism as Christian orthodoxy.

Justinian misses Cappadocian John as well as Marcellinus Comes. Neither ever told him ‘no.’ Nothing goes well. He doesn’t even have Belisarius to bully. Ah, that’s it, Justinian thinks to himself, I’ll bring Belisarius back. Whether it was a symptom of the plague or merely an aspect of his own natural impulses, Justinian decides to bring his childhood friend and faithful general back to Constantinople not as a hero, but in disgrace.

EPISODE TWENTY- FIVE

“Your Highness, I must speak with you about an urgent matter concerning the emperor.” Trailing after Theodora as she makes her way to the Hormisdas Palace, Ascidas risks losing his position as the emperor’s chief advisor ____ and possibly his life. But not sharing his concerns with the empress is equally as risky. Though she probably knows that Justinian has sent for Belisarius, without Ascidas to warn her, Theodora is unaware of what the emperor intends nor prepare herself.

“What is it mi’Lord Bishop?” Theodora has heard that Justinian’s appointed advisor was a follower of Origen,  but she trusts no one close to Justinian any more than she trusts her husband, himself.   “Lady, you are already aware of how grievously the emperor still suffers from the plague ____ his sleeplessness, his headaches, the sores on his body.” “Yes I know all of that,” Theodora replies. “What of it.” “Well, Your Highness, I believe that the affairs of state are proving strenuous for the emperor.”

“What can I do?” Theodora asks. “He refuses my help.” “I am only trying to be helpful, Your Highness,”, “but

you must have known that your last attempt to thwart. His Majesty’s desire to unite the Christians in Egypt and North Africa with the Christians of the Eastern and Western Empire Ascidas continues, “would have angered him.”

“What is that to you?” “Now he is grievously cross with you, which is in neither his nor your interests.” “Yes, I know,” Theodora sighs.

“The emperor loves you and wants to make you happy,” Ascidas observes, “and I pray that the enmity between you does not grow.” “He should not have attempted to impose his will on the Nobadae,” Theodora snaps, though, despite her misgivings, she begins to like this monk. “They are an ancient Nubian tribe who ruled the Kingdom of Kush and sat on Egypt’s throne before the Ptolemies.” Theodora and Justinian clash over her directing Egyptian clergy to minister to the  Nobadae when she learns Justinian had sent Greek missionaries to convert them to Arianism. Justinian intended to ‘buy off’ Silko, the king of the Nobadae, with gifts of silk cloth and gold. Theodora intervened,  directing the duke of Alexandria to delay the Greek missionaries until her Egyptian priests arrived from Constantinople and established themselves with the Nobadae. When Justinian’s Greek clergy finally arrived bearing their gifts, King Silko sent them away. Justinian was furious. He planned to recruit the Nobadae into his army. When Theodora learns that Justinian banishes his Greek missionaries to an obscure Syrian monastery for their failure, Theodora laughs at him. “He has said nothing to you of this incident?” Ascidas asks.

“My husband pouts when he doesn’t get his way,” Theodora shrugs.

“Did you know that the emperor has sent for Belisarius?” Theodora gives a start. “No I did not know that.”

“It was done secretly,” Ascidas confides. “But not only is he bringing Belisarius back to Constantinople in secret, he is bringing him back in disgrace.” “Why is he doing that?” Theodora asks.

“You know your husband, Highness,” Ascidas observes, “but he really doesn’t trust you. And he is noa determined to do as he pleases to Belisarius without your interference.” Ascidas gives Theodora a knowing look. “It’s as if he is determined to do something to disturb you ____ and get away with it.”

“How dare you speak to me that way, abbot or bishop or whatever you call yourself,” Theodora rages, not knowing how else to react.

“I do not wish to offend, Your Highness, but I must tell you that some of us know that you have brought Belisarius’ stepson, Theodosius, to the palace of Hormisdas. There is no way to predict what the emperor will do, if he discovers that you have defied him again. ” Theodora thinks about the situation and knows the abbot is right. She didn’t even tell Antonina that Belisarius’ stepson was in Constantinople for fear of Justinian discovering. But once it discovered that Theodosius, Antonina’s former lover and a professed homosexual is in the Palace of Hormisdas along with Theodora’s Egyptian and North African clergy, there is no telling how Justinian will react. It could be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

EPISODE TWENTY- SIX

“Mi’Lord, Belisarius.” A mud splattered messenger enters the general’s tent. “The emperor orders you to return to Constantinople, at once.” Belisarius was not surprised when Justinian recalled him from Italy just as he was winning the War against the Goths. Now, just as he is gaining the upper hand on the Persians, Justinian recalls him, once again. But Belisarius knows Justinian is moods, arbitrary and jealous. Furthermore, Belisarius hears that Justinian’s bout with the plague has left him, delusional. “He has even dismissed his High Councilor and Minister of Finance” one of Belisarius’ aides reports.

Belisarius’ recall is a blessing. With only the faithful Archelaus at his side, Belisarius was required to keep his small army, decimated by battle, desertions and the plague, in the field, while officers, on behalf of their soldiers begged him for back pay, emergency leave or just a decent meal. Repelling one Persian attack after another has worn down, his army’s morale as well as his own. But what distresses him most is his men, suffering from  the plague, suffering from delusions, nightmares, fevers and swellings of arms and legs and dying in agony.   “Archelaus,” Belisarius confides in his chief aid, “I have come to realize that our mission, the subjugation of whole populations to the will of one man, is a satanic exercise. Our  only purpose is the gradual annihilating humankind.” “Do not worry, mi’Lord,” Archelaus smiles, “I will not share your treasonous thoughts with the emperor.” “Tell his Imperial Highness, I will return to His Majesty’s court, at once,” Belisarius informs the messenger who bows and retreats from the tent.

No cheering crowds welcome Belisarius to Constantinople. No clergy, conquered prisoners and ox carts laden with wealth proceed his entrance. Justinian’s general is greeted only by the sights of a  city filled with pestilence, suffering and dead bodies. Waste, sewage and filth- covered streets are filled with refugees from the countless towns and cities razed by Belisarius’ armies, now pitiful human skeletons seeking food must fight off rats and other animals to feed. Neither Justinian nor Theodora greet Belisarius at the Great Palace. Instead the general is shown into the throne room where the emperor and empress, attended by a greatly reduced court and  an entirely reconstituted high council greets him. How sick he looks; Belisarius thinks to himself. A monkish-looking bishop, sits below their Majesties in the place normally occupied by Marcellinus Comes. The monk seems  to hold Justinian’s confidence. “That must be the Bishop of Caesarea who you told me about,” Belisarius whispers to Archelaus who accompanies

Him into the throne room. “So our celebrated general has returned from his wars,” Justinian sneers. “The court hears of nothing but your deeds and, might I add, misdeeds.”

“I have done my best to serve Your Highness’ interests,” Belisarius replies, “though in this current crisis, I doubt that more killing is what the throne needs at this time.” Scrutinizing Justinian more closely, Belisarius sees the emperor’s eyes bulge from obvious pain, his hands twitch uncontrollably and the swelling around his neck seems to torment him, constantly.  Instead of the heavy golden robe of state, Justinian wears a light silken toga and no a crown. Though not nearly as dramatic, Theodora also shows the ravages of an illness. Her complexion is wan and pale and her eyes sad.

“On the contrary, Sir general,” Justinian barks. “What is needed is the elimination of the empire’s enemies.” Justinian glares at Belisarius. “Are you aware that we have recently removed two members of our high council for conspiring to put you on my throne.”

Before leaving his camp in Dacia, aides informed Belisarius of the conspiracy eve, but none of it made any sense to him. Belisarius maintain his silence.

“Have you nothing to say. Sir?” Justinian barks out again. in The court stirs as nobles and their wives whisper to each other. Theodora winces at Justinian’s accusations which all Constantinople knows are unfounded.

“I have nothing to say other than I have had no other interest than serving Your Majesty as best as I am able.”

“Were you serving my interests when you had Constantinius, one of my finest generals, murdered for exposing the adulterous affair between your wife and your homosexual stepson, Theodosius?”

A hush falls on the court. The accusation sears Belisarius’ soul. Did he say that Theodosius was a homosexual? As Justinian relishes his erstwhile friend’s discomfort, the general bears his embarrassment in silence knowing how the emperor enjoys being vindictive. Justinian, who takes pleasure in humiliating others, has always been jealous of Belisarius and now savors humiliating him in open court.

“This is a shocking revelation!” Theodora blurts out, Ascidas warning having prepared her for this crisis. “This matter should be referred to the court for a trial.” But if the empress hoped to dismiss the issue by trivializing it, she was mistaken. “That’s it, My dear!” Justinian shouts. “This matter shall be heard by the Imperial High court.” Justinian glowers at Belisarius with an evil grin. “Guards take charge of the prisoner!”

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“Where is Belisarius?” Antonina bursts into Theodora’s chambers. “Don’t worry, he is in no danger.”

“Where is he?”

“He is confined to an apartment in the palace, but Justinian has forbidden you to see him.”

“Forbidden me!” Antonina screams unmindful to whom she speaks. “I am forbidden to see my own husband, who has committed no crime.” “I know how you feel.” Theodora says, trying to calm her friend down. “Don’t worry, he will be alright.”

“Alright,” Antonina snaps, “He has become a laughingstock at court. We both have become laughingstocks!”

“You’re not laughingstocks.” Theodora says. “I will speak to Justinian. You will be allowed to visit Belisarius before the end of the day. I promise.”

Later Theodora discusses the matter with Justinian in the privacy of their living quarters. “You know if you put Belisarius on trial,” Theodora points out, “you will need to know everything you can about this matter.” “And...?”

“If you allow Antonina to visit Belisarius, it will give me time to question Eugenius and learn everything.”

“That’s a good idea, My dear,” Justinian replies. “I must confess, I was surprised when you suggested that I put Belisarius on trial.” “My dear,” Theodora demurs, “you know I’m always thinking about ways to help you.” 

Theodora has brought Eugenius to her quarters. “Tell me everything you know about Lord Belisarius’ execution of General Constantinius,” she orders him.

“It happened when my mistress returned to Rome with the supplies for Lord Belisarius,” Eugenius begins.

 “The general was in high spirits,” Eugenius continues, “so my mistress decided this was an opportunity to take her revenge on Constantinius for the slight, that had been festering since Carthage.”

“What slight?” Theodora asks.

“Rumors were circulating in Carthage about the Lady Antonina and Lord Belisarius’ stepson, Theodosius, as you recall.”

“Yes,” Theodora responds. “The servant girl, Macedonia, and others responsible for spreading the rumors, paid, first by losing their tongues and then their lives.”

“That is true majesty.”

“Then what has Constantinius to do with this matter?”

“When the Lord Belisarius banished Theodosius to a monastery in the North African desert, Constantinius commented that the lord should have punished my mistress,  rather than his son.” “How did Antonina learn of Constantinius’ comment?”

“Lord Belisarius told her.”

“I see,” Theodora replies. Men are such fools when it comes to confiding in women, she tells herself. “Continue.”

“Constantinius continued to enjoy the Lord Belisarius’ fullest confidence, even occupying a seat in his inner council,” Eugenius explains. “When they left for Italy without Archelaus, Constantinius became Lord Belisarius’ principal aide and most trusted advisor.” “Which made your mistress thirst even more for revenge.” \

“Yes Highness,” Eugenius replies. “My mistress believed Constantinius’ elevation resulted, in part, to his remark.” \

“What then?”

“After we lifted the Goth’s siege, Roman senators and patricians began emerging from their hiding places,” Eugenius explains. “Many of these wealthy nobles fled the Goths with only what they could carry. One such senator carried two jeweled daggers of unmatched beauty and exquisite artistry.” “And...?” “Constantinius confiscated this patrician’s daggers.”

“That is strange,” Theodora says. “I knew Constantinius. Of all Belisarius’s officers, he seemed the most conscientious, neither greedy nor avaricious. What reason did Constantinius give for taking the noble’s possessions?”

“None of which I am aware, Highness.” “What happened next?”

“The noble petitioned my mistress, Antonina to plead with Belisarius for the return of his daggers. My mistress took the matter to the Lord Belisarius and reminded him of the emperor’s prohibition against depriving Roman citizens of their freedom, their land or their possessions.”

“I presume that Constantinius was aware of the emperor’s prohibition?” “Yes mi’Lady.” “Then what happened?” “The Lord Belisarius called Constatinius and reminded him of the emperor’s edict.” “Who was present?”

“My mistress, Antonina, several commanders of the general’s staff and the general’s personal guards.” “And...”

“Constantinius refused to relinquish the daggers.”

“Did he give any reason?”

“Constantinius said that he would throw them into the Tiber before he would return them to their owner.”

Before Eugenius could continue his tale, Antonina returns to Theodora’s chambers. “What are you doing here?” Theodora asks. “I thought you were with your husband.” “Justinian cut short my visit,” Antonina replies.

“Eugenius was just telling me how you avenged yourself on that fool, Constantinius.”

“Yes! What of it?”

“Well, my dear, we must convince Justinian that your husband acted to implement the emperor’s own orders.”

“My husband tells me that you were the one who ordered his arrest and recommended a trial.” Theodora sees mistrust in her friend’s eyes.

“It was either put him on trial or risk having Justinian summarily execute him.”

“Execute him!” Antonina gasps, “But why? What has he done to be treated so shamefully?” 

“Who knows?” Theodora shrugs. “You know men. Their egos drive everything they do.” She gives her friend a gentle pat. “As you know, Justinian has not been himself, recently.” 

Antonina has deceived, insulted and cuckoled Belisarius from when they were first married. Yet she does not believe her unfaithfulness plays any role in Belisarius’ downfall. Not even her scandalous affair with Theodosius concerns her. In her own way, Antonina actually loves Belisarius. At first, she didn’t. He was old and unable to please her. She lived a dissolute and shameless life on the Street of Pleasures, birthing children without concern or remorse. Antonina’s only virtue is her devotion to Theodora. In her heart, Antonina knows Belisarius deserves a better wife, but she is who she is. Antonina is always proud when she is with him. In his company, she becomes someone. When Justinian stops her from accompanying Belisarius on the Persian campaign, Antonina is heartbroken. Not a day passes when she does not miss her husband. She thinks about him constantly. Antonina cannot believe Justinian is considering executing the man who has served the empire so well and so faithfully.

“But enough of this,” Theodora says abruptly. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

“To Hormisdas Palace. There’s someone you must see.”

The great marble-framed windows of the Hormisdas palace look out upon the sparkling waters of the Golden Horn. A massive sea wall protects one side of the palace and the Church of Saints Sergius and Bacchus borders the other side. As Theodora and her encourage pass through the palace, Egyptian clergy bow respectfully, though keeping their distance. A hall with high columns leads Theodora and Antonina to a staircase. Upstairs, they enter the private chambers of a rather pudgy monk with a tonsured head and sad eyes. At first, Antonina does not recognize Belisarius’ stepson, but as he approaches with tears in his eyes, she sees the monk is her beloved Theodosius.

After a brief embrace the two ex-lovers stare at each other but saying nothing. After a while, Theodora interrupts they’re not so joyful reunion. “It is not safe for Theodosius to remain here,” she tells Antonina. “Justinian has spies everywhere ___ even here.”

Theodosius eyes widen in fear. He is well aware of the  bloody persecutions being waged against homosexual clergy.

“You have provided sanctuary for so many in this palace,” Antonina replies, “why is he, too, not safe here?”

“Your stepson does not quite blend into my colony of North Africans,” Theodora smiles. “He sticks out in more ways than one. More than likely, the servants and guards have, already reported his presence.”

 “Where can I go?” Theodosius quavers.

“Your friend, Prince Raüs, is here in Constantinople visiting his wife,” Theodora says. “He will be returning Italy and you should go with him.” “What will I do in Italy?” “You can rejoin Abbot Joseph and his Circumcellions.”

“I have just learned that Theodosius is here in Constantinople,” Antonina blurts out, “and now you want to snatch him away?”   “I am thinking about how to save Theodosius’ life, my dear,” Theodora says, giving her friend a hard look, “and your husband’s, as well. We don’t want Justinian more displeased with any of us than he already is, do we?” “I guess not,” Antonina murmurs. “So you agree that Brother Theodosius’ return to his brethren in Rome is best for all concerned?”

“I guess so, Your Highness,” Antonina concedes

“Then bid Theodosius farewell, my dear, so we may return to the palace and plan for your husband’s trial.”

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Nobles and their wives from all over flock to the imperial court when the news that Emperor Justinian is putting Count Belisarius on trial rocks Constantinople. Seated on their thrones, the emperor and empress listen to the imperial prosecutor charge Belisarius with crimes od ignoble conduct and criminal murder. But as the trial proceeds, the imperial court wonders whether Theodora will prevent the gross miscarriage of justice or will Justinian’s bruised ego finally be assuaged at the cost of Belisarius’ life. Knowing the fate of Cappadocian John, who Justinian actually liked, few believe Count Belisarius has any chance of surviving his ordeal. So the imperial court settles back to enjoy the spectacle.   

“As we will show,” the imperial prosecutor declares, “Count Belisarius is guilty of causing the death of the emperor’s general, the noble Constantinius, at the instigation of the Lady Antonina, who desired vengeance for some imagined slight having to do with Count Belisarius’ stepson.” Murmurs ripple through the court. Few believe there is any substance to the charges and many wonder whether the entire      affair is nothing more than the product of Justinian’s plague-induced delusions.  

“What have you to say in your defense, Count Belisarius?” Justinian shouts. “Does Your Majesty wish to hear my defense/” Belisarius asks. “I wish to hear your answer to the charges,” Justinian rages. “You have no defense!” “On a day after my wife, the Lady Antonina, caused the Goths’ siege of Rome to be lifted, by bringing my supplies and re-enforcements to Rome,” Belisarius begins without further preliminary, “I gathered Constantinius, my other staff officers and commanders for a consultation on the best method of dealing with his Imperial Majesty’s enemies as well as to other matters. These other matters included a review of a charge brought by a Roman senator against General Constantinius.” “Did these charges involve an imperial edict, issued by Emperor Justinian, that the imperial army not deprive a citizen of his property without compensation?” Theodora asks. “Yes, it did, Highness.” “Let’s get on with it,” Justinian says, displeased with his wife’s interruption. “What did you say to General Constantinius?” “I urged Constantinius to restore the property he had taken from Senator Presidius, a Roman noble.” “What was this property?” the Imperial prosecutor asks. “The property was two priceless jeweled daggers in jeweled scabbards.” from whom the daggers had been taken.” “Had Constantinius taken these daggers without the senator’s permission or were they gifts?” Justinian asks. “Constantinius took the daggers without the senator’s permission and refused to restore them to the senator.” Murmurs ripple through the court. The emperor twitches uncomfortably on his throne. Theodora reaches over and takes Justinian’s hand. “What else did Constantinius say?” the prosecutor asks. “Constantinius declared that he would throw the daggers into the Tiber rather than return them.” The murmurs among the spectators grow louder. Remaining emotionless,  Theodora squeezes Justinian’s hand. “What happened next?” Justinian asks. “I asked the general if he were subject to my orders...” “Did you not lose your temper and begin shouting?” the prosecutor interjects, feeling that he is losing control of his case. “Not at that time,” Belisarius replies. “How did General Constantinius respond to you losing your temper?” the prosecutor asks. “He agreed to obey me in all other things, but declined to return the daggers.” “Why do you believe Constantinius was so insistent on keeping Senator Presidius’ property?” Theodora asks. “I cannot say, Highness, other than officers and men have resented the loss of their spoils in service to their emperor which they believe is their right.” “Are you declaring that one of the emperor’s generals decided to disobey an imperial order?” Theodora asks.  Justinian begins to sulk. “Ever since Carthage when the army was deprived of their spoils, I have stressed to my officers their responsibility to obey the emperor’s orders against pillaging and looting,” Belisarius testifies, “even though they believe it is their due.” “Hear! Hear!” shouts a patrician from the spectators’ row and the court erupt with applause.   “Order!” the prosecutor shouts. Once the  crowd has quieted, the prosecutor says, “Please continue, general. What happened next.” “I commanded my guards to enter.” "To have them kill Constantinius?" asks the prosecutor. "By no means," Belisarius replies. "I asked them to compel Maxentiolus, Constantinius’ guard, who held the daggers, to restore them to senator. But Constantinius drew a dagger from a sheath on his thigh and thrust it at me.” “Ooh!” gasp the spectators. “I only escaped the thrust meant to disembowel me because Bessas, my bodyguard, blocked the blow.”

Justinian twitches nervously, but Theodora grasps his hand even more firmly. She displays a slight smile of satisfaction. “Constantinius struck again,” Belisarius says, continuing his testimony. “This time my other commanders, Ildiger and Valerian, grabbed Constantinius’ arms and dragged him to the floor. After he was subdued, my guards snatched the dagger from his hand and led him away. He was put to death according to the  edict that an attack on the emperor’s personal representative is the same as an attack on the emperor, himself. Though some of my officers and men disapproved of Constantinius’ execution, I did it to uphold the majesty and rule of the Emperor Justinian.” “Hear! Hear!” The court rings out, approving Belisarius’ actions. And not all of those shouting their approval were paid by Theodora to engage in this ‘spontaneous’ demonstration.

Once the cries of approval recede, the prosecutor rises, to approach Belisarius. But Justinian waves him away. “You serve your Emperor well,” Justinian says. “I am satisfied that you acted on behalf of your emperor.” The court is dumbfounded. Gamblers sneak about, claiming their winnings. “You may return to Rome and bring me Vigilius. I would have words with my new pope.”

To Be Continued ...

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