Moreover, I wove other webs.  My fame was great throughout Egypt, for during the long years that I had dwelt in Tape it had spread through all the land.  Therefore many men of note came to me, both for their health’s sake and because it was known that I had the ear of Antony and the Queen; and, in these days of doubt and trouble, they were fain to learn the truth.  All these men I worked upon with doubtful words, sapping their loyalty; and I caused many to fall away, and yet none could bear an evil report of what I had said.  Also, Cleopatra sent me to Memphis, there to move the Priests and Governors that they should gather men in Upper Egypt for the defence of Alexandria.  And I went and spoke to the priests with such a double meaning and with so much wisdom that they knew me to be one of the initiated in the deeper mysteries.  But how I, Olympus the physician, came thus to be initiated none might say.  And afterwards they sought me secretly, and I gave them the holy sign of brotherhood; and thereunder bade them not to ask who I might be, but send no aid to Cleopatra.  Rather, I said, must they make peace with Caesar, for by Caesar’s grace only could the worship of the Gods endure in Khem.  So, having taken counsel of the Holy Apis, they promised in public to give help to Cleopatra, but in secret sent an embassy to Caesar.

Thus, then, it came to pass that Egypt gave but little aid to its hated Macedonian Queen.  Thence from Memphis I came once more to Alexandria, and, having made favourable report, continued my secret work.  And, indeed, the Alexandrians could not easily be stirred, for, as they say in the marketplace, “The ass looks at its burden and is blind to its master.”  Cleopatra had oppressed them so long that the Roman was like a welcome friend.

Thus the time passed on, and every night found Cleopatra with fewer friends than that which had gone before, for in evil days friends fly like swallows before the frost.  Yet she would not give up Antony, whom she loved; though to my knowledge Caesar, by his freedman, Thyreus, made promise to her of her dominions for herself and for her children if she would but slay Antony, or even betray him bound.  But to this her woman’s heart—­for still she had a heart—­would not consent, and, moreover, we counselled her against it, for of necessity we must hold him to her, lest, Antony escaping or being slain, Cleopatra might ride out the storm and yet be Queen of Egypt.  And this grieved me, because Antony, though weak, was still a brave man, and a great; and, moreover, in my own heart I read the lesson of his woes.  For were we not akin in wretchedness?  Had not the same woman robbed us of Empire, Friends, and Honour?  But pity has no place in politics, nor could it turn my feet from the path of vengeance it was ordained that I should tread.  Caesar drew nigh; Pelusium fell; the end was at hand.  It was Charmion who brought the tidings to the Queen and Antony, as they slept in the heat of the day, and I came with her.