A Flame in Byzantium

'If you have such uncertainty, then perhaps you would recommend another man command in Italy,' said Linos.

'No, I would not.' His irritation was changing to wrath. 'I have been entrusted with this task and—'

'Yes, entrusted, and you have failed to do what you have been ordered to do,' Linos said, made bold by the young officers standing around him.

'Anyone who thinks that this is deliberate has not been here,' stated one of the Captains and was seconded by nods and words from the others. 'We have nothing, and we cannot go to war with nothing.'

Belisarius stopped the man. 'Never mind, Gnousos. There is no way to explain this to him.' He turned away abruptly and strode back to his tent.

'You might have orders to question the General,' said Gnousos when Belisarius was out of earshot, 'but you did it as badly as I have ever seen anyone do it. What made you think that you could challenge Belisarius in front of his officers?'

'The Emperor believes that Belisarius is making a force of his own here and that the purpose of these delays is to strengthen himself so that he can march not on Roma but on Constantinople as well and attempt to bring down the government and the Emperor to his own glory and benefit. I am saying this,' he went on, 'so that any of you who might be aware of such a nefarious plan might clear his conscience by informing me or Captain Hyperion of this and thereby earn not only pardon for yourself but the appreciation of the Emperor for your loyalty.' He had been worried what reaction this announcement might receive and was pleasantly surprised when two men gave him quick, penetrating looks. Most of the others were hostile.

'You would do well to keep such announcements to yourself, youngster,' said the scarred officer, although he was not much older than Linos. 'Here we do not take well to having the General compromised.'

'All of you?' Linos asked sharply.

'If there are those who disagree, they know better than to speak of it.'

This warning struck home. Most of the officers turned away and on one pretext or another left Linos to himself.

Gnousos asked a question for all of them when he turned back and addressed the messenger in his most casual manner. 'If the Emperor did decide to post another General to Italy, who would it be, do you know?'

'It's only a rumor,' hedged Linos.

'Who?'

'They say that Narses would be the one to replace Belisarius.'

This was met with disbelief and derision. 'Narses? The man's a eunuch. What does he know about a long campaign like the one we have here? Who suggested Narses?'

'My uncle, among others,' said Linos stiffly. 'Narses might not have his generative parts but there is nothing wrong with his brain.'

'Narses!' The officer folded his arms and spat. 'Gnousos, how would you like serving under him?'

'It's got to be a mistake,' Gnousos dismissed the notion. 'They might talk about it around the palace, but no one is foolish enough actually to send the fellow here.'

'Narses is the first choice,' Linos persisted. He looked at the men. 'And the Emperor is convinced that there is a plot among Belisarius and some of his officers to seize power. You might keep that in mind when you rush to defend him.'

There was a low sound from the officers like a growl, but they all resumed their departure, taking care to pay very little attention to Linos, who gave an exasperated sigh and settled back to wait for one of the more ambitious officers to come forth with information about Belisarius' activities.

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Text of a letter from Eugenia to Chrysanthos.

To the officer Chrysanthos who holds the rank of Captain at the Holy Communion barracks.

What can I have said or done that made you think I would be willing to accompany you to Africa under any circumstances whatever? What convinces you that your suit was anything more than a dalliance between us? How could you think that I would be willing to marry you?

You suggest that losing the fortune left to me by my late husband would be compensated by your battle fees and favors you believe will be forthcoming as part of the rewards of your station. How absurd you are. You have little funds now and if you should be killed in battle or maimed, then you would have nothing and I would have sacrificed what little I possess for no reason other than the dubious advantage of a bed partner. That is readily available to me; my late husband's fortune is all that stands between me and penury, and you have nothing to offer in compensation that would have any use to me.

You mention that you are planning to remain in Africa for five years. In five years any contact I have at court will be lost and whatever benefits I might be able to gain will have no more bearing than the money and glory you have yet to win.

While it is true I have enjoyed our time together and I am sorry to lose your favor, it does not pain me sufficiently for me to lose all good sense.

If you decide to continue our meetings, I will expect you to refrain from any mention of your ridiculous offer of marriage. When you return from Africa with your fame and fortune amassed, then it might be worth your while and mine to discuss marriage at that time, but certainly not before then, and not under the conditions that prevail in our lives.

Surely you will realize that you have been most capricious in your offer when you take time for sober thought. I will not be angry and will regard it as the impetuous act of an infatuated man, not a prudent officer.

From my own hand, farewell.

Eugenia

10

'You should learn to call it Konstantinoupolis,' Drosos told Olivia for the third time that afternoon. 'You are not in Roma anymore, you are here, and it is fitting that you should learn our ways.'

'Konstantinoupolis,' she said dutifully. 'But in my thoughts it is still Constantinople.'

'In time you will change; you'll see.'

From their vantage point at the crest of the hill, Drosos could point out to Olivia every part of the city. The afternoon sun turned everything gold and brass, even the ships tied up at the wharves beyond the ramparts and grounds of the royal palace on the Sea of Marmara. At the moment, it was the ships that held his attention. 'That one, with the angled sail, is from Egypt. They don't often take to sea in those boats; they use them for river traffic on the Nile, but the larger ones, like that, they occasionally bring here. By the look of it, they're carrying oil and cloth.'

'And the one next to it?' Olivia asked, though she tended to find ships uninteresting since she was a very poor sailor and disliked all journeys by water.

'That is from southern Gaul, from Faxinetium, judging by the way the sails are painted. You see those cages on the deck? They probably carried some livestock with them, goats or sheep, given the size of the cages.' He grinned at her. 'Does seeing these ships make you long for Roma, or are you longing to travel to distant lands?'

'Roma is where I was born. Nowhere else draws me as Roma does.' Her eyes grew distant. 'That ship beside the Gaul?'

'From Hippo Regius,' said Drosos. 'In Africa.'

'I know where Hippo Regius is,' Olivia said but without any heat. 'And I have a fair idea where most other noted cities are.'

'That is unusual for a woman,' Drosos pointed out.

'You're used to another kind of woman,' said Olivia a trifle distantly. 'In Roma, it was expected that we have some education, since we would have to be able to handle our own affairs.'

'Scandalous,' said Drosos, teasing her.

She was used to this and refused to respond to his jibes. 'It would not be so unfortunate a thing if more of your women here knew a little more of the world.' She said it tranquilly and smiled at him as he reached out to touch her hair.