Caenis Antonia!â He pronounced it in full as a deliberate compliment, acknowledging her new right to be named after her patroness: that bad-tempered slavey he had first met with the pan of hot sausage, for ever now allied to the noble families of Augustus Caesar and Mark Antony.
âJust Caenis,â she shrugged. He barked with mirth; she would never change.
He set his lamp on a plinth. âAn imperial freedwoman,â he marvelled. âSmiling in a verandah under the stars.â He sat on the edge of a pillar base, holding his head ruefully between his hands. âO elegant and influential young lady! Far, far above a poor provincial bumpkinâs reach.â
âNever,â Caenis told him softly. The dim lamplight wavered on that wonderfully jovial face so the shadow of his nose hooked in a mad slant over one cheek while the outline of his chin lapped wildly down into the hollow of his throat.
âNever? Oh I think in many ways you always were . . .â She felt like a flattered queen. He said, shining with joy for her, âYou look as if yourheart could burst with pride. You should have told me you had been made upâI suppose you know Iâve followed you about all day. I wonât tell you the things I was starting to imagine when I saw how you were queening it. Fortunately the Saepta Julia shuts up shop quite late.â
The Saepta Julia was the market for jewellery and antiques; Caenis reckoned it was not one of Vespasianâs customary haunts. âI thought the Saepta was where a gentleman goes when he wants to waste a great deal of money?â
âSpend a lot anyway,â remarked Vespasian lightly. âThere you are. With my congratulations. Donât get excited; you canât eat it.â Withdrawing his right hand from the fold of his toga, he dropped a small but heavy package into her lap. It was tied with the kind of sleek ribbon which stated that the contents had been purchased at hideous cost.
Deeply troubled, Caenis shook her head. âMy word, this does look like a bribe, senator!â
âSadly for me, I know you canât be bought. Go on.â
âWhat is it?â She was as stubborn as ever.
âNew shackles.â He waited for her to look. It was a good gold bangle, in strikingly elegant taste, and of first-quality gold. âSince you like to sit in the dark,â he said, âI shall have to tell you I had your name engraved insideâso you canât pawn it and neither can you take it back. Your name, and also,â he added bravely, âmine.â
There was a very slight pause.
âItâs lovely . . . You canât afford it,â she protested. âYou know you canât.â
âNo. A polite girl,â Vespasian observed, âwould try it on.â Caenis obediently did so.
That pillar base was striking up cold through his clothes; he stood up. For a bad moment she thought he was already taking his leave.
âTitus, thank you!â
He was visibly surprised. âYou accept my gift?â
âCertainly.â
They both knew that with her obstinate streak she might not intend accepting anything else; she wondered if his spirits sank. Without exactly flirting, she found herself enjoying her sense of command.
As she admired the bangle, Caenis lifted her feet from the floor. She was sitting in a silly summer chair that hung like a cradle from a frame. Now she automatically stretched her toes and swung; when she slowed, Vespasian lent a helping hand.
âWelcome home!â she exclaimed belatedly, looking up. âThank you for writing to me; I enjoyed your letters.â
âThank you too.â
âMy last to you has probably gone astray.â
Nothing ruffled him. âProbably lie in the Cretan quaestorsâ work box for the next forty years, filed under âToo Difficultâ . . . Glad to see me back?â
âMmm!â The chair spun
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