To Love Again - Bertrice Small [91]
“For many years the general was wed to a good woman of Byzantium, the lady Anna. In the first year of their marriage they had a son, Ardiburius, and then later a daughter, Sophia. Nine years ago the lady Anna, after many years of barrenness, bore our master a second son, Patricius. The birth weakened her. She remained an invalid until her death three years ago. Villa Mare was bought for her pleasure because it was thought the sea air would be salubrious for her.
“We thought the general would remain a bachelor, but last year he married again. It is a political alliance, however. The lady Flacilla is a widow with two married daughters. She does not even live in our master’s house in the city, but remains in the home she has had for many years. She is a woman of the court with powerful connections, but I fear she is a poor companion for the general. He is lonely.”
“The trouble with old and valued servants,” came a deep voice, “is that they know far too much about one, and are given to idle chatter.”
Zeno leapt up and, kneeling before the man who had entered the atrium, kissed the hem of his cloak. “Forgive an old fool, my lord,” he said, and then, “Why did you not send word you were coming?”
“Because this house is always in perfect order to receive me, Zeno,” Aspar said, helping the old man to his feet. “Now, go and bring me some chilled wine, the Cyprian wine, for I have had a long, hot ride.” Having dismissed the servant, he turned to Cailin. “You are well-rested?” he asked politely.
“Thank you, my lord.” She tried not to stare.
“Zeno has made you comfortable?” he said. God, she is beautiful, he thought. He had bought her on a whim, out of pity, but now he realized perhaps he had not been foolish after all. It had been a long time since any woman had made his heart race and his loins stir with desire.
“I have been treated with nothing but kindness, my lord,” Cailin told him softly. He is a very attractive man, she considered, realizing the place she would occupy in this house from his look. “Here, let me take your cloak,” she said, unfastening the diamond button of the garment and laying it aside. He stood just two or three inches taller than she was. He was not nearly as tall as Wulf or the trio of Northmen had been, but his body had a solid, almost square look to it. He was obviously a general who kept himself in as good condition as his own men were required to keep themselves.
“What is the fragrance you are wearing?” he asked her. It was intoxicating him with its elusiveness.
“I wear no fragrance, my lord, but I do bathe daily,” Cailin told him nervously, stepping away from him. “It is probably the scent of the soap that lingers on my skin.”
“We will bathe together after I have had my wine. The ride was hot, and the city even hotter. Do you like it here by the sea?”
“I was raised in the country, my lord, and lived there until I came to Constantinople. I prefer it to the city.” She answered him calmly, but her heart was thundering in her ears. We will bathe together. If there had been any doubt in her mind as to what position she was to hold in his life before, there was certainly none any longer.
Zeno returned with the wine, and Aspar sat down on the marble bench by the fish pond, sipping the cool beverage slowly and with obvious appreciation. Cailin stood silently by his side watching him. His hair was deep brown, sprinkled with bits of silver. It was cut short and brushed away from the crown of his head. It was a practical style for a military man. The hand holding the goblet was large and square, the fingers long and powerful-looking. There was a big gold ring upon his middle finger. The ruby in it was cut to resemble a double-headed eagle, the symbol of Byzantium.
He felt her stare and looked up suddenly. Cailin blushed, caught at her scrutiny. He smiled. It was a quick, mischievous smile like that of a small boy. His teeth were white and even, and the eyes that twinkled at her a silvery gray. The lines about his eyes that crinkled with amusement told her that he smiled