The previous issue described how Guy Julius Caesar was building the Roman Democratic Republic around himself at a pace of Stakhanov’s pace, causing certain bad questions for some of the senators, which were gradually turning into tame parrots.
Since not everyone wanted to scream at the command about piastres and the ass, the core of the conspirators formed, and even Mark Junius Brutus nevertheless decided on the inevitable in the name of the ideals of freedom and real Rome. Although it was just him who lived under Caesar very, very good.
Many sources believe that one of the main reasons for Julius' tender love for Brutus (no, not as much love as in Amsterdam) is that Mark could well be his son. He was born just at the time when Caesar had an extremely active relationship with his mother - Servilia. It is already difficult to conduct a DNA test, so we don’t have a definite answer - whether Brutus was born from Guy or from her husband Servilia. However, in any case, the future dictator treated the son of his passion very, very good.
As evidenced by the further biography of Brutus, Julius regularly helped out and helped his pet, sometimes literally by the ears pulling it out of the particularly stinking sections of the swamp, which was Roman politics at that difficult time, and how he could arrange a career and a bright future for him.
Therefore, Brut did not have any personal benefits in the murder of the most powerful patron. But for the state it was insulting, and the soul hurt for the homeland.
Well, the plan is there, the plan remained. They planned for a long time and richly, sorted out a wide variety of options. Attack on a walk, the benefit of the route is approximately known. Throw off the bridge on the Champ of Mars, which the dictator will definitely have to go through, try to kill the usurper during gladiatorial games - there the weapon will cause less suspicion, but in the end the Senate led the hit parade of methods to kill his neighbor. The conspirators (and it’s hard to disagree with them) saw a great profit in the fact that there should not be anyone in the room except the senators, and the uninitiated are unlikely to take a stabbing and cutting one with them - therefore, it will be possible for the crowd to fall on Caesar, and then like ants with an elephant in a famous joke.
Time was running out. In the very next few days, the dictator was supposed to leave for Parthia, to finish what did not work out with Crassus Chrysostom. Shaking with horror in advance, the conspirators began to rush, deciding that if the plan was broken or it became known in advance, it would be better for everyone involved to kill themselves, or Caesar would think up something worse.
But no, despite the most varied warnings, Guy Julius came to the Senate that day.
At first, the dictator was somehow cut insecurely - it was both frightening and unusual for the heads of state to poke their own hands, but then they went to taste. Caesar tried to fight back and dodge to the last, but, having received a blow from Brutus and recognizing him, snik, asked: "And you, my child?" and stopped resisting.
A subsequent examination of the body showed that there was only one really serious wound out of 23, so the dictator most likely died from blood loss, and not from the great skill of the killers.
As soon as the battle was over, Brutus stepped forward, intending to say something to the other senators, who, in utter horror and frenzy, pressed against the walls. Probably something about “living in a new way”, but it didn’t work out - the parliamentarians quite reasonably thought that now they would also be embarrassed and noisy to let the meat be minced, after which they fled very quickly. Carrying news of what happened throughout the city.
Mark Anthony, literally in a few hours who nevertheless found out about the conspiracy, but did not have time to warn Caesar, rushed to the Senate, but when he saw stupefied faces running out of the building with a quick gallop, he realized that he was late. Immediately assessing his chances of survival in the near future, Mark turned and, overtaking the others, rushed home with three crosses, rushing home - to change clothes and bring down from Rome, until they caught up.
The conspirators, not at all ready to make a bloodbath in the city, proudly reached the Capitol Hill, where Brutus, wincing at the cuts that the particularly well-aimed killers had managed to inflict on him, loudly declared: "The people of Rome, we are free again!"
The people of Rome were in no hurry to rejoice and were gloomy silent. The news spread very quickly, and all prudent citizens barricaded themselves at home, reasonably believing that no matter who shares power, they will hit not by passport, but by face. But those residents of the City who had nothing to lose, and their faces got used to everyone, somehow did not appreciate the sudden release from the dictator.
When the slaves neatly got to the Senate, picked up the body, which was lying there, and drove home in a wheelbarrow, news from the rumors became a fact - they killed the divine Caesar.
Unlike many of the aristocratic circles, the middle and lower classes of the dictator were very fond of. We already wrote that the Romans generally respected strong and authoritative commanders, and Gaius Julius was an ideal for them in general in these respects. Well, what does the Senate ache - so think, what a misfortune, it was high time.
Gradually, the conspirators on the hill began to realize that there was no smell of ovation and triumph. But the aromas of heavy bodily, popular anger and improvised, but painful mass execution are distinctly heard. I had to hastily fortify myself on the hill and think about how to explain to the plebs that they had just had a grand beneficence. But Plebs gathered in remote areas, began to organize riots and burn anything.
Brutus and company are sitting on a hill, Mark Anthony, somewhere in the backyards, is closely following the development of the situation, the fallen dictator found temporary peace at home.
How will this awkward situation end?
We will find out soon.
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