To Love Again - Bertrice Small [122]
May eleventh dawned clear and sunny. It was a perfect day to celebrate the founding of Constantinople. Cailin dressed carefully, fully aware that she would be the subject of gossip. She wanted to make Aspar proud, and so she chose a stola of pale violet silk which complemented her eye color. The round neckline was low, but not immodestly so. The long sleeves were embroidered with wide gold bands showing flowers and leaves. The stola was belted just below her waist with a girdle of small gold plaques studded with pearls that sat neatly atop her hipbones. A delicate gold and violet shawl of brocatelle, known as a palla, would protect her from the burning rays of the sun. Nellwyn slipped little jeweled kid slippers onto her mistress’s feet, and then stood up to view Cailin. Her eyes mirrored her approval.
“You’ll look as good as that empress woman, lady,” she said.
“Only if she has jewelry to rival Verina’s,” Aspar said as he came forward with a large ebony box. “These are for you, my love.”
Cailin took the box he handed her, set it upon the table and opened it. Within was a beautifully bejeweled collar of gold, small diamonds, amethysts, and pearls. She stood stunned as he lifted it from its case and fastened it about her neck. It lay flat upon her chest, almost covering the skin her neckline revealed, and it made the stola look far richer than it truly was. “I have never seen anything so magnificent,” Cailin said. “It is beautiful, my dear lord. Thank you!”
“There is more,” he said quietly, and lifting out a pair of large pendant earrings, he handed them to her with a smile.
Cailin smiled tremulously back at him, and affixed the large single teardrop amethysts set in gold filigree to her ears. There were several bracelets in the box as well: two gold bangles set with diamonds and pearls, and a wide gold band with inlaid mosaic that glittered and glistened with the light. Finally there was a filigreed gold headband studded with amethysts and diamonds. Cailin fitted it over the sheer mauve-colored veil covering her hair, which she wore loose in deference to Aspar, who liked it that way.
“I will be the envy of every man in the Hippodrome today,” he said sincerely. “You are the most beautiful woman in a city of beauties.”
“I wish to be the envy of no one,” Cailin told him honestly. “The last time I knew such happiness and contentment, the gods snatched it away from me. I lost everything I held dear. Now that I have found happiness again, I want to keep it, my lord. Do not boast lest the gods hear you and grow jealous of us.”
“We will keep it,” he said firmly, “and I will keep you safe.”
Cailin traveled to the city in her comfortable litter while Aspar rode his big white stallion by her side. He was greeted by many people along the way. Cailin, watching from the security of her conveyance, felt her heart swell with her love for this great and good man. There was no doubt that Flavius Aspar was well-respected by ordinary citizens, not simply feared for his power and wealth.
They entered the city through the Golden Gate. This was Constantinople’s ceremonial triumphal gate. Made of pristine white marble set into Theodosius’s walls, the gate gained its name from the enormous burnished brass doors with which it was fitted. The elegant severity of the gate’s architecture, and its splendid proportions, made it an object of admiration throughout the empire. Passing through the gate, they traveled slowly with the increasing crowds down the Mese to the Hippodrome.
At the Golden Gate they had been met by a troop of cavalry that had come to escort Aspar and his party along the broad main avenue of the city. As they surrounded Cailin’s litter, she discreetly closed the silk curtains. She was well aware that she was the object of certain curiosity among the soldiers, but she could not allow them to stare boldly at her as if she were a common prostitute.
The Hippodrome could seat forty thousand people, and was an imitation of Rome’s