"Cailin is a patrician, born into one of Rome's oldest and most distinguished families," Aspar argued. "Her tenure at Villa Maxima was not of her own making. She was not used as a common whore, and she only performed in that obscene playlet less than a dozen times. My God, Basilicus, there were women in the audience the night I first saw her who were coupling with slave boys, and all were of good family."

The prince sighed. "I cannot argue with your logic, but neither can you argue with the plain facts. Yes, there were women of distinguished families seeking illicit entertainment, but they were not performing for the delectation of several hundred people twice weekly. Even my sister could be moved by Cailin's story, but she would still not approve a marriage between you. Besides, the girl is a pagan."

"She could be baptized, Basilicus, by the patriarch himself, ensuring that I would have an Orthodox wife, and children," Aspar said.

"You are living in a fool's paradise, my old friend," the prince told him. "You are too important to Byzantium to be allowed this romantic folly, and you will not be, I assure you. Keep the girl as your mistress, and continue to be discreet. It is all you will be allowed, but at least you will be together, Aspar. I will not tell my sister of your other desires. They would frighten her, for they are so unlike you."

"I am the most powerful man in Byzantium, the king-maker, they say, and yet I cannot have my own happiness," Aspar said bitterly. He swallowed several gulps of wine. "I must remain married to a highborn bitch who whores among the lower classes, but I must not marry my highborn mistress because for a short time she was forced into carnal slavery."

"Have you freed her?" Basilicus asked.

"Of course," Aspar answered. "I told Cailin she would be freed legally upon my death, but actually she is free now. I feared she might leave me if she knew the truth, although she is really quite helpless. She wants to return to her native Britain to avenge herself upon the woman who sent her into slavery, but how could she do it without help? And who would help her? Only those seeking to take advantage of her."

"And besides," Basilicus said gently, "you love her. Do not regret what you cannot have, Aspar. Take what you can have. You have Cailin, and she is yours for as long as you desire her. No one will deny you your mistress, even if Flacilla protests to the heavens over it. The court knows your wife for what she really is, and no one would seek to see you unhappy. Do you understand what I am saying to you, Aspar?"

The general nodded bleakly. "I understand. What will you tell your sister, Basilicus? It must be enough to keep her content."

He laughed. "Yes, Verina is more curious than a cat. Well, I shall tell her that you have taken a charming, beautiful mistress to yout bed, and are living quite contentedly with her at Villa Mare in order to avoid any scandal, or public argument with Flacilla. She will think you justified despite her friendship with your wife, and that will be the end of it, I suspect. Verina thinks I do not lie to her, although I find I must sometimes in order to protect her, or to protect myself." The prince chuckled. "Besides, I shall not be lying. I shall simply not be telling her the entire truth. But then she really does not need to know the whole story, does she?" He grinned at Aspar.

"I do not know why Leo does not use you in the diplomatic service," Aspar said, his gray eyes twinkling.

"My brother-in-law does not trust me," Basilicus replied. "He also does not like me, I fear. His high office has turned him from a dull little man into a dull little man who grows more righteous and more pious as each day passes. The priests adore him, Aspar. You had best watch that quarter lest they convince Leo of his own infallibility, and that generals are unnecessary to God's grand design for Byzantium."

"You may not like Leo, or he you," Aspar said, "but he is the perfect man to be emperor, and he possesses more common sense than you would suspect. For now he lacks ego, although eventually, as with all men in power, the ego will rear its ugly head to cause him difficulties. He loves Byzantium, Basilicus, and is a good administrator. I chose the right man, and the priests know I did. Although they forced me into that little bargain to gain their most vocal support, they are content with Leo, and so are the people. Marcian gave us prosperity, and more peace than we had had in many years. Leo is his most worthy heir."

"I would think you would not care much for peace," the prince said.

Aspar laughed. "Twenty, thirty years ago I could not get enough of war, but now I have had my fill. I am in the twilight of my life. I wish nothing more than to live in peace here with Cailin."

"May God grant you that wish, Aspar, my friend. It seems a very little wish to me," Basilicus told the general. "Now, am I to be introduced to that exquisite girl, or must I return to my sister's with the news I neither saw nor spoke with this divine creature who has made you depart your palace in Constantinople?"

Chapter 10

“Is she beautiful?" the empress demanded of her brother. "Outrageously so," Basilicus replied, smiling. He had left Villa Mare in early afternoon of the same day he had arrived, hurrying back to the city to report to his eagerly waiting sister.

"Fair of skin?" Verina asked.

"Her skin is as white and as smooth as a marble statue, my dear."

"What color are her eyes?"

"It depends upon the light," Basilicus told his sister. "Sometimes they are like twin amethysts, and at other times they appear like early spring violets," he reported poetically.

"And her hair?" Verina was growing more intrigued as her brother spoke. Basilicus was not a man to lavish praise easily.

"Her hair is auburn, a mass of little ringlets that fall to just below her hips. She wears it loose, and it is most charming."

"Do not tell me," the empress said. "Her curls are natural, I am certain. How fortunate she is, but who is she, Basilicus?"


"A young patrician widow of Roman ancestry from Britain," he answered serenely. "She is most charming, Verina, and she loves Aspar. If you saw them together, you would assume them to be a happily married couple."

"How did this woman arrive in Byzantium, my brother? A widow, you say? Was her husband a Byzantine? Does she have children? Come now, Basilicus, you are not telling me everything you know." The empress looked sharply at her brother.

"Her husband was a Saxon, I am told. Their child was lost to them. I have absolutely no idea how she came to Byzantium. Really, Verina, it was embarrassing enough cross-examining Aspar for you simply to satisfy your childish curiosity. I have done my best and will do no more!" he huffed.

"How old is Aspar's little mistress, and what is her name?" the empress pressed him. "Certainly you know that much."

"The girl is nineteen, and her name is Cailin," Basilicus answered.

"Nineteen?" Verina winced. "Poor Flacilla!"

"Flacilla deserves whatever she gets," snapped Basilicus, eager to escape his sister's questioning before he told her something he should not tell her. For some reason, Verina was making him very anxious. She knew something, but he did not know what she knew. He shifted nervously.

Verina saw her brother's discomfort. "I had a visitor this morning, brother dear," she said sweetly. Too sweetly. "I probably should not confide this to you. Men are so foolish about these things, but since you are obviously holding something back from me, I must tell you so that you will speak freely to me. You know that Leo rarely visits my bed any longer. He listens to his clerics who declare women unclean, a necessary evil for reproduction who should otherwise be avoided. I do not know how he thinks we will get a son unless we couple. It is all very well for the priests to tell him to pray for an heir, but there is more to getting a child than just prayer!" The empress flushed irritably, but then she continued smoothly.

"I dare not take a lover yet to satisfy my own needs. The church considers a woman's natural urges evil. I have no real privacy, and I am constantly watched, as you know. I have thought about it for some time, and it finally came to me! If I am to entice my husband back to my bed, I must take drastic action! I realize I am not supposed to know of things like this, but we have, I am told, several very fine brothels in Constantinople. I decided to engage a courtesan to teach me the erotic arts so that I might lure Leo into doing his duty by us both."

"You did what?" Basilicus gasped, totally stunned by his sister's revelation. A good Byzantine wife was not supposed to be aware of such things. He did not know whether to be shocked or amused by what she had done.

"I hired a courtesan to help me become more sensual," Verina repeated. "Flacilla helped me. She sometimes visits a place called Villa Maxima. It has wonderful entertainments, and marvelous young men for hire as lovers, she tells me. Do you know it, Basilicus?" And while he gaped at her in wonder, she answered her own question, "Of course you know Villa Maxima, brother dear. You are one of its distinguished patrons on occasion.

"One of those occasions was several months ago when you visited the place in the company of our good general. There was a particularly notorious and most lewd entertainment being performed twice weekly that had the entire city talking of its perversity. Flacilla says it was wonderful! I wish that I had been able to see it, but how could I go to such a place, even in disguise? Someone would be certain to recognize me."

He nodded. "It would be unwise, indeed, Verina," he told her.

She smiled at him, and then took up the thread of her story. "The courtesan sent to me is a lovely creature named Casia. It is she who told me that Aspar had purchased from the owners of the brothel the female member of that depraved entertainment. A young patrician widow of Roman ancestry from Britain? Really, Basilicus!"

"She is precisely as I have described her to you, Verina. I did not think it necessary to reveal her unhappy months in slavery, a condition that came about through nothing of her making. Aspar freed her immediately after he purchased her. He recognized her patrician blood and felt sorry for her. Now he is in love with Cailin!"

"I cannot believe that you would lie to me, brother," the empress pouted.

"I did not lie to you, Verina," the prince said irritably.

"You did not tell me all that you had learned. I cannot forgive you for it."

"I did not tell you because I did not want to embarrass Cailin, Verina. Aspar would not have told me but that I recognized her. It is an episode that both of them would like to put behind them," Basilicus said. "All they desire is to live quietly together at Villa Mare." Then he grew serious. "Leo will never be so safe that you do not need Aspar, sister mine. Offend Aspar, and God knows what might happen to you, and your family. The empire is relatively stable right now, but one never knows when something may set the masses to rebellion and discontent.

"I will tell Aspar that you know his secret, and how you learned it. You will keep that secret, and by doing so our general will be deeply in your debt, Verina. That is far more valuable to you than any momentary satisfaction you might gain by revealing all this to Flacilla Strabo."

The empress considered her brother's words, and then she nodded. "Yes, you are correct, Basilicus. Aspar's goodwill is far more important to us than that of his whorish wife. She has a new lover now, you know, and this time she has chosen a man from among our own class."

"Did she tell you that?" Basilicus asked. "Who is it, Verina?"

"Justin Gabras! Scion of the great patrician family in Trebizond," the empress responded. "He is twenty-five, and said to be very handsome."

"What is he doing in Constantinople, and how has Flacilla intrigued him into a carnal liaison?" Basiclius wondered aloud, but seeing the sparkle in his sister's eye, he knew she would tell him everything.

"It is whispered," Verina began, "that Justin Gabras has a very quick temper. He has killed several people whom he believed offended him. His last victim, however, was a cousin of the bishop of Trebizond. It was necessary, I am told, to remove the murderer as quickly as possible from the scene. They say that the Gabras family was forced to pay the bishop's family a huge bounty for their relative's life. Justin Gabras was expelled from Trebizond for a period of five years.