III
THEODORIC'S BOYHOOD
The Ostrogoths had yet one or two battles to
fight before they were quite rid of their old masters. The sons of Attila still
talked of them as deserters and fugitive slaves, and a day came when Walamir
found himself compelled to face a sudden inroad of the Huns. He had few men
with him, and being taken unawares, he had no time to summon his brethren to
his aid. But he held his own bravely: the warriors of his nation had time to
gather round him; and at last, after he had long wearied the enemy with his
defensive tactics, he made a sudden onset, destroyed the greater part of the Hunnish
army, and sent the rest scattered in hopeless flight far into the deserts of
Scythia.
Walamir at once sent tidings of the victory
to his brother Theudemir. The messenger arrived at an opportune moment, for on
that very day Erelieva, the unwedded wife of
Theudemir, had given birth to a man-child. This infant, born on such an
auspicious day and looked upon as a pledge of happy fortunes for the
Ostrogothic nation, was named Thiuda-reiks (the
people-ruler), a name which Latin historians, influenced perhaps by the analogy
of Theodosius, changed into Theodoricus, and which
will here be spoken of under the well-known form THEODORIC.
It will be observed that I have spoken of Erelieva as the unwedded wife of Theudemir. The Gothic
historian calls her his concubine, but this word of reproach hardly does
justice to her position. In many of the Teutonic nations, as among the Norsemen
of a later century, there seems to have been a certain laxity as to the
marriage rite, which was nevertheless coincident with a high and pure morality.
It has been suggested that the severe conditions imposed by the Church on
divorces may have had something to do with the peculiar marital usages of the
Teutonic and Norse chieftains. Reasons of state might require Theudemir the Ostrogoth,
or William Longsword the Norman, to ally himself some
day with a powerful king's daughter, and therefore he would not go through the
marriage rite with the woman, really and truly his wife, but generally his
inferior in social position, who meanwhile governed his house and bore him
children. If the separation never came, and the powerful king's daughter never
had to be wooed, she who was wife in all but name, retained her position
unquestioned till her death, and her children succeeded without dispute to the
inheritance of their father. The nearest approach to an illustration which the
social usages of modern Europe afford, is probably furnished by the
"morganatic marriages" of modern German royalties and serenities: and
we might say that Theodoric was the offspring of such an union. Notwithstanding
the want of strict legitimacy in his position, I do not remember any occasion
on which the taunt of bastard birth was thrown in his teeth, even by the
bitterest of his foes.
It would be satisfactory if we could fix
with exactness the great Ostrogoth's birth-year, but
though several circumstances point to 454 as a probable date, we are not able
to define it with greater precision.
The next event of which we are informed in
the history of the Ostrogothic nation, a war with the Eastern Empire, was one
destined to exert a most important influence on the life of the kingly child,
The Ostrogoths settling in Pannonia, one of the provinces of the Roman Empire,
were in theory allies and auxiliary soldiers of the Emperor. Similar
arrangements had been made with the Visigoths in Spain, with the Vandals in
that very province of Pannonia, probably with many other barbarian tribes in
many other provinces. There was sometimes more, sometimes less, actual truth in
the theoretical relations thus established, and it was one which in the nature
of things was not likely long to endure: but for the time, so long as the
Imperial treasury was tolerably full and the barbarian allies tolerably
amenable to control, the arrangement suited both parties. In the case before us
the position of the Ostrogoths in Pannonia was legalized by the alliance, and
such portions of the political machinery of the Empire as might still remain
were thereby placed at their disposal. The Emperor, on the other hand, was able
to boast of a province recovered for the Empire, which was now guarded by the
broadswords of his loyal Ostrogoths against the more savage nations outside,
who were ever trying to enter the charmed circle of the Roman State. But as the
Ostrogothic fœderati were his soldiers, there was
evidently a necessity that he must send them pay, and this pay, which was
called wages when the Empire was strong, and tribute when it was weak,
consisted, partly at any rate, of heavy chests of Imperial aurei,
sent as strenae or New Year's presents, to the
barbarian king and his chief nobles.
Now, about the year 461, the Emperor Leo
(successor of the brave soldier Marcian), whether
from a special emptiness in the Imperial treasury or from some other cause, omitted
to send the accustomed strenae to the Ostrogothic
brother-kings. Much disturbed at the failure of the aurei to appear, they sent envoys to Constantinople, who returned with tidings which
filled the three palaces of Pannonia with the clamour of angry men. Not only were the strenae withheld, and
likely to be still withheld, but there was another Goth, a low-born pretender,
not of Amal blood, who was boasting of the title of fœderatus of the Empire, and enjoying the strenae which ought
to come only to Amal kings and their nobles. This man, who was destined to
cross the path of our Theodoric through many weary years, was named like him
Theodoric, and was surnamed Strabo (the squinter) from his devious vision, and
son of Triarius, from his parentage. He was
brother-in-law, or nephew, of a certain Aspar, a
successful barbarian, who had mounted high in the Imperial service and had
placed two Emperors on the throne. It was doubtless through his kinsman's
influence that the squinting adventurer had obtained a position in the court of
the Roman Augustus so disproportioned to his birth, and so outrageous to every
loyal Ostrogoth.
When the news of these insults to the
lineage of the Amals reached Pannonia, the three brothers in fury snatched up
their arms and laid waste almost the whole province of Illyricum. Then the
Emperor changed his mind, and desired to renew the old friendship. He sent an
embassy bearing the arrears of the past-due strenae,
those which were then again falling due, and a promise that all future strenae should be punctually paid. Only, as a hostage for
the observance of peace he desired that Theudemir's little son, Theodoric, then
just entering his eighth year, should be sent to Constantinople. The fact that
this request or demand was made by the ostensibly beaten side, may make us
doubt whether the humiliation of the Empire was so complete as the preceding
sentences (translated from the words of the Gothic historian) would lead us to
suppose.
Theudemir was reluctant to part with his
first-born son, even to the great Roman Emperor. But his brother Walamir
earnestly besought him not to interpose any hindrance to the establishment of a
firm peace between the Romans and Goths. He yielded therefore, and the little
lad, carried by the returning ambassadors to Constantinople, soon earned the favour of the Emperor by his handsome face and his winning
ways.
Thus was the young Ostrogoth brought from
his home in Pannonia, by the banks of lonely Lake Balaton, to the New Rome, the
busy and stately city by the Bosphorus, the city which was now, more truly than
her worn and faded mother by the Tiber, the "Lady of Kingdoms" the "Mistress
of the World". Of the Constantinople which the boyish eyes of Theodoric
beheld, scarcely a vestige now remains for the traveler to gaze upon. Let us
try, therefore, to find a contemporary description. These are the words in
which the visit of the Gothic chief Athanaric to that city about eighty years
previously is described by Jordanes:
"Entering the royal city, and marveling
thereat, 'Lo! now I behold,' said he, 'what I often heard of without believing,
the glory of so great a city.' Then turning his eyes this way and that,
beholding the situation of the city and the concourse of ships, now he marvels
at the long perspective of lofty walls, then he sees the multitudes of various
nations like the wave gushing forth from one fountain which has been fed by
divers springs, then he beholds the marshaled ranks of the soldiery. 'A God,'
said he, 'without doubt a God upon Earth is the Emperor of this realm, and
whoso lifts his hand against him, that man's blood be on his own head"
Still can we behold "the situation of
the city", that unrivalled situation which no map can adequately explain,
but which the traveller gazes upon from the deck of
his vessel as he rounds Seraglio Point, and the sight of which seems to bind
together in one, two continents of space and twenty-five centuries of time. On
his right hand Asia with her camels, on his left Europe with her railroads.
Behind him are the Sea of Marmora and the Dardanelles, with their memories of
Lysander and Ægospotami, of Hero, Leander, and Byron,
with the throne of Xerxes and the tomb of Achilles, and farther back still the
island-studded Archipelago, the true cradle of the Greek nation. Immediately in
front of him is the Golden Horn, now bridged and with populous cities on both
its banks, but the farther shore of which, where Pera and Galata now stand, was probably covered with
fields and gardens when Theodoric beheld it. There also in front of him, but a
little to the right, comes rushing down the impetuous Bosphorus, that river
which is also an arm of the sea. Lined now with the marble palaces of bankrupt
Sultans, it was once a lonely and desolate strait, on whose farther shore the
hapless Io, transformed into a heifer, sought a refuge from her heaven-sent
tormentor. Up through its difficult windings pressed the adventurous mariners
of Miletus in those early voyages which opened up the Euxine to the Greeks, as
the voyage of Columbus opened up the Atlantic to the Spaniards. It is
impossible now to survey the beautiful panorama without thinking of that great
inland sea which, as we all know, begins but a few miles to the north of the
place where we are standing, and whose cloudy shores are perhaps concealing in
their recesses the future lords of Constantinople. We look towards that point
of the compass, and think of Sebastopol. The great lords of Theudemir's court,
who brought the young Theodoric to his new patron, may have looked northwards
too, remembering the sagas about the mighty Hermanric, who dwelt where now the
Russians dwell, and the fateful march of the terrible Huns across the shallows
of the Sea of Azof.
The great physical features of the scene are
of course unchanged, but almost everything else, how changed by four centuries
and a half of Ottoman domination! The first view of Stamboul,
with its mosques, its minarets, its latticed houses, its stream of manifold
life both civilized and barbarous, flowing through the streets, is delightful
to the traveler; but if he be more of an archaeologist than an artist, and
seeks to reproduce before his mind's eye something of the Constantinople of the Cæsars rather than the Stamboul of the Sultans, he will experience a bitter disappointment in finding how
little of the former is left.
He may still see indeed the land-ward walls
of the city, and a most interesting historical relic they are. They stretch for
about four miles, from the Sea of Marmora to the Golden Horn. It is still,
comparatively speaking, all city inside of them, all country on the outside.
There is a double line of walls with towers at frequent intervals, some square,
some octagonal, and deep fosses running along beside the walls, now in spring
often bright green with growing corn. These walls and towers, seen stretching
up hill and down dale, are a very notable feature in the landscape, and ruinous
and dismantled as they are after fourteen centuries of siege, of earthquake,
and of neglect, they still help us vividly to imagine what they must have
looked like when the young Theodoric beheld them little more than ten years
after their erection.
Of the gates, some six or seven in number,
two are especially interesting to us. The first is the Tep-Kapou (Cannon Gate), or Porta Sancti Romani. This was the
weakest part of the fortifications of Constantinople, the "heel of
Achilles", as it has been well called, and here the last Roman Emperor of
the East, Constantine Palaeologus, died bravely in the breach for the cause of
Christianity and civilisation, The other gate is the Porta Aurea, a fine triple
gateway, the centre arch of which rests on two Corinthian pilasters. Through
this gateway--the nearest representative of the Capitoline Hill at Rome--the
Eastern Emperors rode in triumphant procession when a new Augustus had to be
proclaimed, or when an enemy of the Republic had been defeated. It is possible
that Theodoric may have seen Anthemius, the Emperor
whom Constantinople gave to Rome, ride forth through this gate (467) to take
possession of the Western throne: possible too that the great but unsuccessful
expedition planned by the joint forces of the East and West against the Vandals
of Africa may have had its ignominious failure hidden from the people for a
time by a triumphal procession through the Golden Gate in the following year
(468). This gate is now walled up, and tradition says that the order for its
closure was given by Mohammed, the Conqueror, immediately after his entry into
the city, through fear of an old Turkish prophecy, which declared that through
this gate the next conquerors should enter Constantinople.
Of the palace of the Emperor, into which the
young Goth was ushered by the eunuch-chamberlain, no vestige probably now
remains. The Seraglio has replaced the Palation, and
is itself now abandoned to loneliness and decay, being only the recipient of
one annual visit from the Sultan, when he goes in state to kiss the cloak of
Mohammed. The great mosque of St. Sophia on the right is a genuine and a
glorious monument of Imperial Constantinople, but not of Constantinople as
Theodoric saw it. The basilica, in which he probably listened with childish
bewilderment to many a sermon for or against the decrees of the council of
Chalcedon, was burnt down sixty years after his visit in the great Insurrection
of the "Nika", and the noble edifice in
which ten thousand Mussulmans now assemble to listen
to the reading of the Koran, while above them the Arabic names of the
companions of the Prophet replace the mosaics of the Evangelists, is itself the
work of the great Emperor Justinian, the destroyer of the State which Theodoric
founded.
But almost between the Church of St. Sophia
and the Imperial Palace lay in old times the Great Hippodrome, centre of the
popular life of the capital, where the excited multitudes cheered with rapture,
or howled in execration, at the victory of the Blue or the Green charioteer;
where many a time the elevation or the deposition of an Emperor was
accomplished by the acclamations of the same roaring throng. Of this Hippodrome
we have still a most interesting memorial in the Atmeidan (the Place of Horses), which, though with diminished area, still preserves
something of the form of the old racecourse. And here to this day are two
monuments on which the young hostage may have often gazed, wondering at their
form and meaning. The obelisk of Thothmes I, already
two thousand years old when Constantinople was founded, was reared in the
Hippodrome, by order of the great Emperor Theodosius, and some of the
bas-reliefs on its pedestal still explain to us the mechanical devices by which
it was lifted into position, while in others Theodosius, his wife, his sons,
and his colleague sit in solemn state, but, alas! with grievously mutilated
countenances. Near it is a spiral column of bronze which, almost till our own
day, bore three serpents twined together, whose heads long ago supported a golden
tripod. This bronze monument is none other than the votive offering to the
temple of Apollo at Delphi, presented by the confederated states of Greece, to
celebrate the victory of Platæa. The golden tripod
was melted down at the time of Philip of Macedon, but the twisted serpents,
brought by Constantine to adorn and hallow his new capital by the Bosphorus,
bore and still bear the names, written in archaic characters, of all the
Hellenic states which took part in that great deliverance.
All these monuments are on the first of the
seven hills on which Constantinople is built. On the second hill stands a
strange and blackened pillar, which once stood in the middle of the Forum of
Constantine; and this too was there in the days of Theodoric. It is called the
Burnt Column, because it has been more than once struck by lightning, and is
blackened with the smoke of the frequent fires which have consumed the wooden
shanties at its base. But
"there it stands, as stands a lofty
mind,
Worn, but unstooping to the baser crowd".
It was once 150 feet high, but is now 115,
and it consists of six huge cylinders of porphyry, one above another, whose
junction is veiled by sculptured laurel wreaths. On its summit stood the statue
of Constantine with the garb and attributes of the Grecian Sun-God, but having
his head surrounded with the nails of the True Cross, brought from Jerusalem to
serve instead of the golden rays of far-darting Apollo. Underneath the column
was placed (and remains probably to this day) the Palladium, that mysterious
image of Minerva, which Æneas carried from Troy to
Alba Longa, which his descendants removed to Rome, and which was now brought by
Constantine to his new capital, so near to its first legendary home, to be the
pledge of abiding security to the city by the Bosphorus.
These are the chief relics of Constantinople
in the fifth century which are still visible to the traveler. I have described
with some little detail the outward appearance of the city and its monuments,
because these would naturally be the objects which would most attract the
attention of a child brought from such far different scenes into the midst of
so stately a city. But during the ten or eleven years that Theodoric remained
in honorable captivity at the court of Leo, while he was growing up from
childhood to manhood, it cannot be doubted that he gradually learned the deeper
lessons which lay below the glory and the glitter of the great city's life, and
that the knowledge thus acquired in those years which are so powerful in molding
character, had a mighty influence on all his subsequent career.
He saw here for the first time, and by
degrees he apprehended, the results of that state of civilitas which in after years he was to be constantly recommending to his people. Sprung
from a race of hunters and shepherds, having slowly learned the arts of agriculture,
and then perhaps partly unlearned them under the over-lordship of the nomad
Huns, the Ostrogoths at this time knew nothing of a city life. A city was
probably in their eyes little else than a hindrance to their freebooting raids,
a lair of enemies, a place behind whose sheltering walls, so hard to batter
down, cowards lurked in order to sally forth at a favorable moment and attack
brave men in their rear. At best it was a treasure-house, which valiant Goths,
if Fortune favored them, might sack and plunder: but Fortune seldom did favor
the children of Goths in their assaults upon the fenced cities of the Empire.
Now, however, the lad Theodoric began to
perceive, as the man Ataulfus had perceived before him, that the city life upon
which all the proverbs and the songs of his countrymen poured contempt, had its
advantages. To the New Rome came the incessant ships of Alexandria, bringing
corn for the sustenance of her citizens. Long caravans journeyed over the
highlands of Asia Minor loaded with the spices and jewels of India and the
silks of China. Men of every conceivable Asiatic country were drawn by the
irresistible attraction of hoped-for profit to the quays and the Fora of Byzantium. The scattered homesteads of the
Ostrogothic farmers had no such wonderful power of drawing men over thousands
of miles of land and sea to visit them. Then the bright and varied life of the
Imperial City could not fail to fill the boy's soul with pleasure and
admiration. The thrill of excitement in the Hippodrome as the two charioteers,
Green and Blue, rounded the spina, neck and neck, the
tragedies acted in the theatre amid rapturous applause, the strange beasts from
every part of the Roman world that roared and fought in the Amphitheatre, the
delicious idleness of the Baths, the chatter and bargaining and banter of the
Forum,--all this made a day in beautiful Constantinople very unlike a day in
the solemn and somewhat rude palace by Lake Balaton.
As the boy grew to manhood, the deep
underlying cause of this difference perhaps became clearer to his mind. He
could see more or less plainly that the soul which held all this marvelous body
of civilization together was reverence for Law. He visited perhaps some of the
courts of law; he may have seen the Illustrious Prætorian Prefect, clothed in Imperial purple, move majestically to the judgment-seat,
amid the obsequious salutations of the dignified officials, who in their
various ranks and orders surrounded the hall. The costly golden reed-case, the
massive silver inkstand, the silver bowl for the petitions of suitors, all
emblems of his office, were placed solemnly before him, and the pleadings
began. Practiced advocates arose to plead the cause of plaintiff or defendant;
busy short-hand writers took notes of the proceedings; at length in calm and
measured words the Prefect gave his judgment; a judgment which was necessarily
based on law, which had to take account of the sayings of jurisconsults, of the
stored-up wisdom of twenty generations of men; a judgment which, notwithstanding
the venality which was the curse of the Empire, was in most instances in
accordance with truth and justice. How different, must Theodoric often have
thought, in after years, when he had returned to Gothland,--how different was
this settled and orderly procedure from the usage of the barbarians. With them
the "blood-feud", the "wild justice of revenge", often
prolonged from generation to generation, had been long the chief righter of
wrongs done; and if this was now slowly giving place to judicial trial, that
trial was probably a coarse and almost lawless proceeding, in which the head
man of the district, with a hundred assessors, as ignorant as himself, amid the
wild cries of the opposed parties, roughly fixed the amount of blood-money to
be paid by a murderer, or decided at hap-hazard, often with an obvious
reference to the superior force at the command of one or other of the
litigants, some obscure dispute as to the ownership of a slave or the right to
succeed to a dead man's inheritance.
Law carefully thought out, systematized, and
in the main softened and liberalized, from generation to generation, was the
great gift of the Roman Empire to the world, and by her strong, and uniform,
and, in the main, just administration of this law, that Empire had kept, and in
the days of Theodoric was still keeping, her hold upon a hundred jarring
nationalities. What hope was there that the German intruders into the lands of
the Mediterranean could ever vie with this great achievement? Yet if they could
not, if it was out of their power to reform and reinvigorate the shattered
state, if they could only destroy and not rebuild, they would exert no abiding
influence on the destinies of Europe.
I do not say that all these thoughts passed
at this time through the mind of Theodoric, but I have no doubt that the germs
of them were sown by his residence in Constantinople. When he returned, a young
man of eighteen years and of noble presence to the palace of his father, he had
certainly some conception of what the Greeks meant when he heard them talking
about politeia, some foreshadowing of what he himself
would mean when in after days he should speak alike to his Goth and Roman
subjects of the blessings of civilitas.
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