To Love Again - Bertrice Small [123]
In the center of the Hippodrome a line of monuments had been erected, forming what was called a spina. The spina indicated the division between the downward race course and the upward one. Among the monuments was the Serpent Column, which had been brought to Constantinople from the temple of Apollo in Delphi by Constantine I. The ancient column, made up of intertwined bronze snakes, had been given to the temple by thirty-one Greek cities in the year 479 B.C. It commemorated the victory of the Greeks over the Persians, and was presented to the gods with gratitude. Another monument that stood out was the Egyptian obelisk that Theodosius I had placed upon a sculptured base. It was carved on all four sides with scenes of imperial life, including one of Theodosius himself in the imperial box with his family and close friends, watching the games.
Cailin’s litter was set down by a private gate to the arena on the eastern side. Aspar dismounted his stallion and proudly handed her from the vehicle. He knew that every man in the cavalry troop was eager to see the woman rumored to have captured his heart. A dainty jewel-encrusted gold sandal was put forth first as she stepped from the litter. Eyes widened. Knowing looks were exchanged by the soldiers, most not a little envious, and as the empire’s First Patrician escorted his beautiful young mistress into the Hippodrome, a long, low whistle of admiration echoed behind them.
Aspar grinned, just as any small boy with a new and most admired toy would have, but Cailin scolded him softly.
“Shame on you, my lord! You need not look so delighted with yourself, as if you did something worthy of praise. All those randy young soldiers are wondering about is if it is your power, your wealth, or your skill as a lover that has gained you a young and pretty mistress. It is nothing to be proud of,” she finished, looking indignant. “A decent woman would be shamed.”
“But you are not considered a decent woman,” he teased her. “Those randy young soldiers, as you call them, would envy me even more if they knew the passionate, wildly wanton creature you have recently become. My back is covered with weals that are a testament to your delicious newfound desire, my love. Ahh, yes, you do well to blush!” He chuckled. “But I am content to have you so utterly shameless in my behalf.”
She was blushing, but she was also unable to restrain her laughter. His happiness at having been able to overcome the ice in which her soul had been so encased made her happy. “It is you who are shameless, my lord,” she countered. “You preen like a peacock in full plumage, and you fully enjoyed displaying me to those young men.” She giggled. “They all looked so surprised when they saw me. Is your reputation such that they did not think you capable of attracting a pretty woman? They should but know you as I do.”
“If they did, my love, I should be called by a different name, and would have taken Jovian for my lover,” he chuckled.
“My lord!” Cailin was overcome by another fit of mirth.
He led her up a flight of stairs, explaining as they went that this was the way to the two private boxes allowed in the Hippodrome other than the imperial box. “The patriarch’s box is on the emperor’s right hand, and the box of the First Patrician of the empire is on the emperor’s left hand. I have come early so we will not cause a disturbance with an obvious entry.