SCENE II.
Rome.
Before TITUS's house.
5.2.1
Tamara sat herself with her face to the neck caked in the white clay that was claimed to preserved her beauty by the
dressing table while her mind floated on the issues related to Titus Adrian. She had heard his name for a long time.
The man was a legend among the warriors; his battles were spoken, and of his bravery. One leader once remarked
that Titus was mad; he had raided the camp to rescue some captives by himself disguised as a lady. It then struck in
her mind; madness was the man, and with madness, she will exert her vengeance.
“How I will wish I could revenge for the killing he had done?” It was Demetrius who stormed into the chamber. He
was followed closely by Chiron.
“You must be mad. Titus Adrian had a household to guard him. And who do we have? Aaron had gone missing for
some days.” Chiron followed on with his brother. “Who have we to back us up? The Leader? He is hiding in the
mansion in fear of a revolt.”
“Yes, and our own warriors united under a Roman.” Demetrius spat his words out. “It’s disgusting. Tell me,
mother…”
The Queen silenced her sons while she calmly walked to the chamber door. She saw no one there and closed the
door. She turned to her son and spoke With her face caked up, she looked like a soothsayer than a Queen.
“We will challenge madness with more madness.” Tamara spoke out. “Eye for an eye. I will encounter with Adrian.
and say I am Revenge, sent from below. Look at me.”
Tamara stood there with her limbs stretched out wide. She had seen some of the witches who came to the palace
before and how they conjured their tricks before the King then. She then ran around the chamber while she shed her
clothes. In her nudity, she danced an evocative dance which left the two sons spell bounded. She then stopped at the
window and grabbed the long hanging curtain. She pulled it down and wrapped herself in it like a wraparound.
“I will join with him and right his heinous wrongs.” Tamara spread her arms to let the curtain materials flowed in
the winds from the window. “I from Hades knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps.
Tamara mimicked the sound of knocking before she spoke.
“To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; tell him Revenge is come to join with him, and work confusion on his
enemies.”
“Mother, you…” Demetrius was to speak more but his mother silenced him.
“Revenge cannot be delayed. We will act tonight.” Tamara told her sons. “Get ready we will call on Titus Adrian, as
the servants of Hades.”
The trio then dabbled themselves in the multi shades clay onto their faces and took the hidden passages to leave the
mansion. Soon they were at the very burial place of the Adrian’ family. While Tamara stood over the burial mound
of Matthew, she sent Demetrius to sound the old man out. The young Goths rushed to the mansion walls and below
the window of the older man, he screeched like an ailing cat or was it a heated bitch.
“What hues and cries that permeates my ears at this late hour?” Titus was awakened by the noise. He threw on his
robe and walked out to investigate. He was joined by Micheal and the others but he shooed them off. At that
moment, Demetrius had hidden himself to avoid the Adrian’s.
“Leave me be.” Titus told the others. “I will see to the noise. It could be your brothers coming back.”
Micheal shook his head and went back to the mansion to sleep. He was followed by the others leaving only Titus by
himself there. The old man made his way to the burial ground; one of his many visits in the last weeks, ever at odd
hours claiming he might get to see the other sons. It was then he heard a noise and asked himself out loud.
“Who doth molest my contemplation?” Titus looked around. “Marthe, is it you?”
Marthe was his wife and the mother of Matthew.
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