Description: 1 THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH our calendar. I didn't think so, and the Roman people didn't think so, but Caius Julius Caesar thought so. Besides, he was dictator and that was that. He was also Pontifex Maximus, therefore in charge of the Roman calendar, and this was one of his pet projects. When you are dictator, you can indulge your pet projects and hobbies and so forth and if anyone disputes your right to do so you can have them killed. Not that Caesar would kill people over anything so tri.ing. Quite the contrary. He pardoned persons eminently deserving of execution and might have lived for many more years if he had just killed a few men that I, personally, told him he needed to kill or exile. He wouldn't do it. This lack of foresight got him killed. That was Caesar for you. Always happy to exterminate whole nations of barbarians for the glory of Rome, or, rather, for the glory of Caesar, but ever reluctant to have Roman citizens put to death, even those who had proven themselves his enemies. Instead, he pardoned those who had taken arms against him, called back exiles, and would even have restored Cato to honor and position if he had just agreed to acknowledge Caesar's primacy. When Cato so splendidly committed suicide rather than live under a Caesarian dictatorship, Caesar mourned him, and I happen to know that his grief was genuine, not a political pose-I was there. Now back to the calendar. Caesar was master of the world, but one of the problems with conquering the world is that it tends to distract you from other tasks. One of Caesar's tasks, as Pontifex Maximus, was keeping our calendar in order. By this time, when he was dictator and had (though he did not know it) but a very short time to live, it was terribly out of order with the natural year. It was as if we had lost three months. We were celebrating midwinter rites in late fall. We were sacri.cing the October Horse in the middle of summer. It just seemed incongruous and made us embarrassed before the gods. Caesar's remedy to this situation was characteristically drastic. He was going to give us a whole new calendar. Not only that, but it was to be devised by foreigners. It was that last part that rankled the Roman public. They were used to taking instruction and orders from our priesthoods and our magistrates. To be told by a pack of Chaldeans and Egyptians how to conduct their duties toward the gods was intolerable. Nevertheless, there were worse implications to this long- overdue reform, as I was soon to .nd out. "DECIUS CAECILIUS!" CAESAR shouted.I rushed to see what he wanted. There was a time when no senator rushed in this fashion to see what another Roman wanted, but that time was past. Caesar was king in all but name. I ran. "Caius Julius?" I said. We were in the Domus Publica, the house in the Forum that was his of.cial dwelling as Pontifex Maximus and overseer of the Vestals. "Decius, I have a momentous change in the of. ng. I want you to administer this matter." "Of course, Caesar," I said, "presuming, naturally, that this isn't something likely to get me killed." "And why should that be?" he enquired. "Well, Caius Julius, over the many years we have known one another, you have concocted more ways to get me killed than I can readily calculate. I could start with Gaul but that would be an almost random starting-point . . ." "Nothing like that," He assured me. "This is just a tri.ing matter concerning the calendar." "Caius Julius," I said, "the .rst word you used was 'momentous.' Now you use 'tri.ing.' I detect a certain rhetorical disjunction here." "I merely meant that, while my reform of the calendar will be far-reaching and its effects will be felt for all time to come, its implementation is a matter of the merest routine." That was more like it. I always like things to be as easy as possible. "What will be involved?" "Sosigenes is supervising the project and you will be working with him." Sosigenes was Cleopatra's court astronomer, and generally acknowledged as the most distinguished stargazer in the world. He was head of the school of astronomy at the Museum in Alexandria. By "supervising" I presumed that Caesar meant that the project was Sosigenes' from beginning to end. That was .ne with me. I had known the little Greek for many years and we got along splendidly. Caesar, on the other hand, was always an unsettling man to deal with. "I know him well. Where am I to .nd him?" "I've established of.ces for the astronomers in the Temple of Aesculapius. I want you to go there. Sosigenes will explain the project and you may decide whether you will require assistants to help you." "Help me do what?" He waved a hand airily. "Whatever needs to be done." This did not sound good, but I could not imagine how the institution of a new calendar could be the occasion of much trouble. I was soon to understand the poverty of my imagination. THE TEMPLE OF AESCULAPIUS ON the Tiber Island is one of Rome's most unique places, the inevitable goal of the ailing and sightseers alike. The temple itself is beautiful and the island is uniquely disguised as a ship. I have always wondered whose idea that might have been. On the island I found a priest and asked where the astronomers were to be found. "Those Alexandrians?" he sniffed. He wore white robes and a silver .llet around his temples. "The dictator has given them quarters at the downstream end." "You seem to disapprove of them," I noted. "Not just of them, but of their project. Nothing good can come of changing our ancient calendar. It is the sort of presumption that displeases the gods. It is an affront to our ancestors, who bequeathed our calendar to us." "I see no point in it myself," I told him, "but I am not dictator, whereas Caesar is. Disputing with the master of the world is both futile and hazardous." "I suppose so," he grumbled. At the downstream end of the island I found that a courtyard formerly used as a venue for lectures had been converted into a small observatory, a miniature of the immense one I had seen at the Museum in Alexandria. It had a number of those mysterious instruments necessary to the art of astronomy: long wedges of stone, blocks with curved cutouts and bronze rods, everything carved all over with cryptic symbols and calibration marks. Sosigenes had tried to explain these marvels to me, but I found the municipal sundial quite complicated enough. The astronomers were clustered on a platform at the "stern" of the island, the part that is carved to resemble that part of a galley. I recognized Sosigenes immediately and one or two of the others looked vaguely familiar. Not all wore the usual Greek clothing. There were Persians and Arabs, and one man who wore a fringed, spirally wrapped robe that looked Babylonian. I had been in that part of the world and had seen such clothing only on old wall reliefs. I caught Sosigenes' eye and he beamed broadly. "Senator Metellus! You do us great honor. Have you come to refresh your study of astronomy?" He .attered me by referring to my discussions with him years before in Alexandria as "study." I took his hands and exchanged the usual pleasantries. "Actually, the dictator wishes me to work with you on implementing this new calendar. Exactly what he intends by that, I confess I cannot imagine. My ignorance of astronomy is vast, as you know." He turned to the others. "The senator is characteristically modest. You will .nd that he has a sharp and subtle mind, a quick grasp of new facts, and a very superior inductive style of reasoning." Greeks are terribly prone to .attery. "Now, Senator, allow me to introduce the gentlemen with whom you will be working." There was an old fellow called Demades who hailed from Athens, along with several other Greeks whose names I no longer remember, an Arab whose name I could not pronounce, three Persians and a Syrian, a dark- skinned fellow in a strange yellow turban who called himself Gupta and who claimed to be from India, and the man in Babylonian clothing who called himself Polasser of Kish, but who, from his looks and speech, was pure Greek. I decided to watch out for that one. In my experience, people who affect the clothing of an exotic land that is not their own are usually religious frauds of some sort. "I really believe," I told Sosigenes, "that my true task has nothing to do with helping you with the calendar, which I could not do anyway, but rather to convince the Roman people that it will be bene.cial. We are very attached to our ancient institutions, you know." "All too well. Well, let me explain a bit." He took my arm and began to stroll among the instruments and the others followed us. Like a great many Greek phi los ophers, Sosigenes liked to expound while walking. This originated with the Peripatetic school of philosophy, but spread to many of the others. Among other advantages, it saved the rent of a lecture hall. "For all of your history you Romans, along with most of the world, have been using a calendar based upon the phases of the moon." "Naturally," I said. "It is a measuring of time observable by everyone as the moon waxes and wanes an

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