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98 DARKNESS AND DAWN<br />

CHAPTER XIV<br />

MOTHER AND SON<br />

1<br />

Asper et immitis, breviter vis omnia dicam ?<br />

Dispeream si te mater amare potest.'<br />

SUETON. Tib. 59.<br />

NERO was now firmly seated on the throne of the Empire.<br />

Its cares sat lightly on him. <strong>The</strong> government went on<br />

admirably without him. He had nothing <strong>to</strong> do but <strong>to</strong> glut<br />

himself with enjoyments, and <strong>to</strong> make what he could of the<br />

kingdoms of the world and the glory of them.<br />

At first, like one dazed with a sudden outburst of light, he<br />

had been unable <strong>to</strong> understand the immensity of his own<br />

power. For the first month of his reign he could hardly<br />

realise that he was more than a boy. He had always been<br />

passionately fond of chariot races, which as a boy he had not<br />

been permitted <strong>to</strong> frequent. One day, while at his lessons, he<br />

had been deploring <strong>to</strong> his companions the fate of a charioteer<br />

of the green faction who had been thrown out of his chariot<br />

and dragged <strong>to</strong> death by his own horses. His master, overhearing<br />

the conversation, reproved him, and the boy, with a<br />

'<br />

clever and <strong>read</strong>y lie, said, I was only talking about Hec<strong>to</strong>r<br />

being dragged round the walls of Troy by Achilles.' And<br />

now he might watch the races all day long and plunge in<strong>to</strong><br />

the hottest rivalry of the factions, and neither in this pursuit<br />

nor in any other was there a single human being <strong>to</strong> say him<br />

nay<br />

Ṫhe only thing which troubled him was the jealous interference<br />

of his mother. Agrippina still clutched with desperate<br />

tenacity at the vanishing fruits of the ambition for the sake of<br />

which all her crimes had been committed. She had sold her<br />

soul, and was beating back the conviction that she had sold it<br />

for nought. How could that slight boy of seventeen, whom<br />

as a child she had so often chastised with her own hand,<br />

dream of resisting her ? Was not her nature, compared with

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