her.â
He snorted. âI knew it.â
âBut Christ has pardoned me for the wrongs Iâve committed. I owe it to Him to follow His example and forgive others when they wound me.â
âYou should have told me we were discussing religion.â He waved his hand to dismiss the subject.
âNo, Caros, weâre not.â She gripped his forearm to stop him from leaving. âWeâre talking about love and kindness, generosity of spirit. The act of extending mercy, becauseâ¦because you understand how much you need it for yourself.â
For one unguarded moment, she saw through his hardened exterior to the place deep inside him that was raw with need.
Her heart nearly burst with want of comforting him. She could barely refrain from throwing her arms around him and holding him until the torment in his eyes disappeared for good.
He glanced skyward. âFew people ever receive mercy, Pelonia. Fewer still deserve it.â
âTrue, but Christ taught He has enough mercy and forgiveness for anyone who asks Him for it. You must only believe in Him.â
âYou canât fathom the things Iâve done,â he said so quietly she strained to hear.
She could imagine. A man of his skill in the ring had probably killed countless people over the years. âIt doesnât matter what youâve done, Caros. Christâs forgiveness is a gift. One none of us deserves, but His grace is extended to all just the same.â
âHow much will this âgiftâ cost me? I used to visit the temples until the priests kept demanding more coin to fatten their coffers.â
âItâs free. You canât buy it or earn it. You must only believe.â
He closed his eyes. An expression of pain marred his features. He shook his head. âI canât believe in grace orforgiveness when everything in my life has taught me there is none.â
Her heart sank with disappointment. âYou donât have to believe in Him this moment, Caros, but I pray one day you will.â
Chapter Nine
M arcus Valerius contemplated his nephew by marriage, Senator Antonius Tacitus, with a healthy dose of respect. Shrewd beyond his thirty years, the senator would be difficult to dupe. Antoniusâs young wife, Tiberia, might be a beauteous and spirited woman, but her brain rivaled the size of a lentil. Not so her husband.
âWhy do you need such a large sum of money, Marcus?â The senator tossed a parchment onto his bronze-plated desk. âAs I understand it, you inherited your brotherâs holdings when the marauders killed him a fortnight ago.â
âYes, but the property is far from the delights and advantages one can find here in the capital. Besidesââ Marcus spread his hands and schooled his lips into a cajoling smile ââis it really so large a sum between family?â
The senatorâs lips thinned. âFive thousand denarii is a large amount between anyoneâespecially family. What assurance do I have youâll repay me?â
âIâm willing to use the Umbrian estate as collateral,â Marcus said, determined to risk all if necessary in his goal of establishing himself as an influential man of Rome. âThevineyards alone are worth ten times as much as Iâm asking to borrow. When you consider the additional orchards, wheat fields, livestock, the villa and outbuildingsâ¦do you think Iâd be foolish enough to risk the place if I werenât convinced of my plans?â
âA good business strategy doesnât ensure success, Marcus. Importing wine from your own estate and selling it here in the city without the expense of an importer sounds profitable, but there are innumerable wine merchants in Rome.â Antonius adjusted the lantern light. âAccording to my wife, your brother opted against this sort of venture, claiming it was too risky.â
Marcus gritted his teeth. Opening the wine shop was the
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