Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, -30 B.C. -- Fiction; Egypt -- History -- 332-30 B.C. -- Fiction
When the sculptor Nicias remarked that this diadem, which revealed
the nape of her neck, was most becoming to her delicate profile, the
venerable Theban rebuked him:
"So far from favouring them the Queen should be the first to
discourage these foreign fashions."
This objection was not surprising from a man who still wore the old
national tunic, held in place by a belt with floating ends, and whose
curled beard reached nearly to his waist.
Apollodorus observed smilingly that it seemed scarcely worth while to
lay so much stress on the matter of a coiffure.
The subject, unluckily, was not so trivial as the devoted secretary
wished to represent. He was not unaware of the state of things, and
in these criticisms he saw plainly the attitude of those who, having
suffered from the effects of the Roman invasion, were all too ready
to reproach the Queen for having brought it about. He desired in
every way to lay stress on her loyalty to her people.
Unfortunately, the former lieutenant of Achillas chose that moment to
recall all that the invasion had cost Egypt: two years of war, the
destruction of the fleet, a great part of their priceless library
wiped out by fire.
The latter memory was particularly painful to the thoughtful men, for
they loved books and naturally deplored the irreparable loss of their
country's treasures. Was this splendid banquet to turn to vinegar in
their mouths?
As though pricked by a spur Polydemus turned the talk to other
subjects. Pointing to the satinwood shelves, where lay thousands of
rolls of papyrus, he announced that he was leaving them in his will
to the city of Alexandria, and that there were many rare copies among
them of which he was the sole possessor, and that these would replace
the specimens which had been so unfortunately destroyed by fire.
This generous gift was warmly appreciated. The friends of this good
citizen congratulated him on his public spirit, and unanimously
expressed the hope that the promised legacy would not come to them
for many years.
The second course of the banquet was now served. A huge copper basin
was brought in, containing a whole sheep, whose flesh was still
crackling; then come a platter, embellished with various dressings,
on which was a giant goose still decked in his coat of feathers,
whose stomach was stuffed with snipe. These delicacies were carved
in the twinkling of an eye, the guests who were nearest the host
being served first. They used silver spatula and chiselled spoons.
The light from the flaring torches made the table shine like gold.
The perfume of the roses was so strong that the food seemed flavoured
with it. For a few moments the guests were absorbed in the
consumption of the epicurean delicacies and silence reigned. There
was no sound save the flitting steps of the slaves as they passed to
and fro.
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