It was a sullen morning, with enormous dark clouds piling up over the water and crowding over the city. The air was heavy with them; the streets felt their weight.
Three Guards surrounded Niklos Aulirios as they made their way through the breathless silence toward the grounds of the palace. They had said little since they presented themselves at Olivia's house, but it had been enough to fill the majordomo with gnawing fear.
'This is the bonded servant of the Roman woman,' announced the oldest of the Guards as they brought him to one of the side gates in the palace walls.
'He is expected; bring him.' The lavishly dressed eunuchs led the way into the palace, apparently taking delight in finding the darkest and most twisting corridors to reach their destination, and when they arrived at the vaulted room with an ikonostasis at both ends, they indicated the Guards should remain.
'It is always uncertain when one questions a foreigner,' said the largest eunuch in a high, shrill voice.
'My name is Niklos Aulirios,' he said a little too loudly. 'My name is Greek.'
'And you admit that you have lived in Roma since you were a boy, and that you have no sense of being Greek,' said the eunuch bluntly. 'It is fitting that we speak with you before we extend our inquiries to your mistress.'
Niklos fell silent at once, his mind working furiously as he tried to think of some way in which to warn Olivia. He dreaded what the next hour would bring and he could think of no way to divert the attention of the Censor from her. He lowered his head and took up the position he knew the Censor's staff would regard as prayer.
'It will not be long. If you are seeking solace, your prayers had better be short ones.' That was the second eunuch, who had a face so beautiful that it was a shame it was wasted on him and not given to a girl.
'Thank you,' said Niklos with outward humility and concealed anger. 'I have faith that God will hear my petition no matter how brief it may be.'
'Indeed.' The second eunuch exchanged glances with his colleague. Both nodded once and the younger one stepped up close behind Niklos. 'What do you pray for?'
'Compassion,' he said. 'Deliverance.'
'Deliverance? From the Court Censor who is the devoted son of the Church?' mocked the eunuch, his horror tinged with malign glee.
'No, deliverance from my enemies and the enemies of my mistress,' Niklos said, doing his best to keep his anger under control, remembering the many times he had given way to it and had bitterly regretted doing so later.
'What enemies does a simple majordomo have?' asked the larger eunuch.
'I do not know; that is why I pray to God to deliver me from them since it would appear there is nothing I can do alone.' He kept his head bowed over his hands.
'There is nothing we can do alone, ever. They teach you heresy in Roma, you Roman with a Greek name.' The larger eunuch cocked his head to the side and regarded Niklos with expectant patience. 'Is your mistress similarly misled?'
'I do not speak of faith to my mistress,' said Niklos, holding himself more rigorously in check.
'Too presumptuous? It might save her soul, and what then? Does not the welfare of her soul exceed the bounds of propriety?' The smaller eunuch was definitely enjoying himself now, goading Niklos with practiced ease.
'If I could be certain that what I had been taught of salvation was utterly true and that my understanding of it was perfect and my explanation of it was completely clear and without error on my part in telling of it and without error in what was heard, then I would not let the limitations of propriety keep me from addressing anyone, my mistress, any pope, the Emperor himself, with what I knew. But my knowledge is imperfect and I do not speak with the tongues of angels, and so I will remain as I am and strive to learn more that one day I might come to such understanding, if it is the will of God that I do.' He wanted to rail at them, to accuse them of harassing him and his mistress, of conduct so improper that everyone would be disgusted if they knew of it, but that would only serve to put him in greater danger, as well as causing Olivia more distress than what she suffered already. He bowed his head and added, 'I therefore must commend myself to God and the Holy Spirit and pray that they will read what is in my heart since I doubt I can speak it clearly enough for you to comprehend it.'
'Humility, and from a Roman,' marveled the larger eunuch.
'From a Greek bondsman,' corrected the other. 'You can tell he's Greek by the eloquence.'
One of the Guards giggled.
'Greek or Roman, I observe the dictates of Christianity,' said Niklos sharply.
'Curious wording,' observed the smaller eunuch. 'He observes the dictates of Christianity. He does not profess his faith.'
'That is something that only God can know,' said Niklos. 'I do what I can to live as a good Christian lives, I strive to do evil to none and to aid those I can, I pray for guidance, but does that make me a Christian? Not if what I have been taught is true, and only the state of my soul—which I cannot know, being a man—reveals whether or not I am Christian.' He decided he had better not continue this argument, or he might be regarded with more hostility for daring to interpret Christianity and its teachings.
'Very facile,' said the smaller eunuch. 'They are great politicians in Roma, aren't they? I hear that the Bishop of Roma has regular debates on doctrine, as if that were required of the popes of the Church.'
'I am not privy to what the Bishop of Roma does or does not do,' Niklos said. 'I listen to the priest who preaches, or who preached at the villa of my mistress, and from that I try to gain understanding.'
'And favor?' suggested the larger eunuch.
'I wasn't aware that such was the purpose of being a Christian, except the favor of God.' It was a sharper answer than he had given before and as soon as he said it, he knew he had overstepped the bounds.
'A sharp-tongued servant is a disgrace to a household,' stated the larger eunuch with a significant nod