To Love Again - Bertrice Small [129]
Cailin nodded slowly, and then said, “What do you want of me, majesty? Such a favor will have a high price, I know.”
Verina smiled archly. “You are wise to understand that, Cailin Drusus. Very well. I will help overcome the objections voiced to a marriage between you and General Aspar, if you, in return, will guarantee me his aid should I need it. And he must swear to me himself on the relic of the true cross that he is my man should I need him. I know you can convince him to do this in return for my help.”
Cailin’s heart was hammering. “This is not something that I can broach easily,” she said. “I will speak with him in a few days’ time, majesty, but how will I be able to communicate my success or failure to you? For now I do not even exist as far as your world is concerned. If I did, you would have invited me to your banquet, not just Aspar, who had to be separated from me so you and I could meet secretly here beneath the walls of the Hippodrome.”
“It is so refreshing to have someone speak openly and honestly,” the empress said. “Here at Byzantium’s court everyone couches their words in hidden meaning; and motives are often so complex as to be unknown. Speak with your lord, and in a few days’ time I will come one afternoon by sea, with a few trusted companions, to visit the general’s summer villa. If anyone learns of my visit, it will be thought I am merely curious, and it will cause no scandal. Leo is a very righteous man, and I am a most loyal helpmate. If he learns of my excursion, he will naturally assume I have been led astray by my companions, an assumption I will not correct. Such occurrences have happened before.” She smiled meaningfully.
“I will do my very best for you, majesty,” Cailin said.
The empress laughed. “I have no doubt that you will, my dear. After all, both our future happiness depends on your being successful, and I am a bad enemy to have, I promise you; but we must get back. If I stay too long away from the banquet, my absence will be noted.” Verina went to the door and opened it, saying, “John, return this lady to her box, and then take up your post as before. Farewell, Cailin Drusus.”
Cailin bowed politely and backed from the room. As she followed the guardsman along the tunnel and up the two flights of stairs, her mind was awhirl with the events of the last few minutes. Reentering her box, she was accosted by an eager Casia.
“What did she want?” Casia whispered, and Arcadius leaned over to hear Cailin’s answer.
“She was but curious,” Cailin said with a smile. “How very dull her life must be that she was that curious about Aspar’s mistress.”
“Ohh,” Casia sighed, disappointed, but Arcadius could see that Cailin simply chose not to tell the other woman all that had transpired. It was obviously going to be a most interesting summer.
Below them half a dozen jugglers were amusing the restless crowds by parading around the raceway balancing various colored balls in the air above them. They were followed by a marvelous procession of exotic animals. Aspar returned to the box and, slipping into the seat next to Cailin, put an arm about her. Casia looked to Arcadius with a smug little smile, and he grinned back.
“Ohhhh!” Cailin squealed. “I have never seen beasts like those! What are they? And striped ones, too! There are two kinds!”
“The great gray mammoths with the long noses are called elephants,” Aspar told her. “History tells us that the great Carthaginian general Hannibal crossed over the Alps to win many victories on the backs of elephants. The striped cats are called tigers. They come from India, a land far to the east of Byzantium. The striped horses are zebras.”
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