A Flame in Byzantium

official inquiry at once, of course.'

'But…' Olivia regarded him with sympathy.

'Yes. You're right.' Belisarius stared across the room at a blank spot on the wall. 'But as I am under suspicion of conspiracy and treason, I can make no promises for the success of the inquiry. The Court Censor is convinced that I have acted against the interests of the Emperor, and therefore everything I do and say is scrutinized for possible hidden significance.' He tugged at the end of his pallium. 'It has even been implied that I have poisoned my own wife to direct suspicion elsewhere.'

'Oh, my friend,' Olivia said, and went to put her arm over his bowed shoulders.

He shrugged her away. 'I am contaminated. Don't be tainted by me.'

'But I already am,' Olivia said at her most reasonable. 'I came here with your assistance, and I come to you for aid. You were my guest in Roma, and I have been yours here in… Konstantinoupolis. Doubtless if the Censor believes that women are capable of conspiracy—which I doubt—he will have long since decided that I am not to be trusted.' This time when she put her arm around his shoulder, she did not permit him to break away from her. 'First, I think we must determine exactly how much has been taken from my villa, and what has already been sold.'

'Didn't you hear me?' Belisarius demanded.

'Yes. And now you will listen to me.' She sat beside him and kept her arm across his back. 'I wish to discover what I have lost. Niklos has an inventory of the goods from the villa at my house here—which I thank you again for helping me to acquire—and a copy of this can be provided to… to whoever needs it.'

'The magistrate for the Army,' Belisarius muttered.

'Fine. Niklos, a copy of the inventory for the magistrate for the Army. Then it might be wise to inspect the stall and warehouse of the merchant where Niklos found the chest.' Her strength surprised Belisarius when he tried once more to move away from her. 'Don't you agree?'

Capitulating, Belisarius turned to her. 'All right, Olivia. I'll try to arrange for the inspection. Is there anything else you want?'

Her laughter was sadder than any he had ever heard. 'Magna Mater, yes. The list is so long—' She forced a half-smile back onto her lips. 'But for the time being, tell me what is wrong with Antonina. Perhaps I can help.'

Belisarius took her free hand in both of his. As he stared down at their interlaced fingers, he admitted, 'Christos, I hope so. I'm frightened, Olivia: I'm afraid.'

* * *

Text of a letter from the physician Mnenodatos to his unknown correspondent.

On the Feast of the Armenian Martyrs, the physician Mnenodatos sends his greetings to his continuing friend.

Your request for information regarding certain poisons, while no doubt necessary, nevertheless concerns me. Your generosity is most welcome, and I am grateful for all you have done for me, but I must inquire more closely into the use to which you have put this information, for if there has been any misuse of your knowledge gained through me, I am as culpable as you are, in fact, because I have given you the degree of information I have, I am more culpable in the eyes of the law.

While I have no wish to lose your assistance and friendship, I find myself in a very awkward state, since I am now in a position where I am apt to be blamed for the misfortune of another. Not only do I not know who you are, I am in no position to know who it is you have acquired this information for and to what end it is being used, and I beseech you to tell me at least some portion of what I have requested so that I will not be entirely without protection.

Your latest request comes with a most beneficent payment, one far exceeding the worth of what I have told you, and for that reason if no other, I dread what you might do. I have a wife and children to think of, good friend, and they might easily be made beggars tomorrow if you are not acting as honorably as I pray you are.

At first, it did not trouble me that you did not say who you are or in what capacity you employ the information you have obtained from me. But that was before the riots last week, and now I am afraid that those who believe that the Empress Theodora met her end by poison might search out all of us who have some knowledge of the subject and inquire into their activity. At this time, I could not prevail if such an inquiry were made of me, and that fills me with the gravest foreboding.

Come forth, I pray you, and reveal who you are and what you are doing. I give my word on the Most Holy Spear that I will not betray you, and I will accept your vow that you will not betray me. Until some such assurance is given me, I cannot provide you any more information or assistance, and I am convinced that if you examine your conscience, you will grant my requests as the reasonable protection they are.

If you decide that you cannot do this, or that you will not contact me again, know that I have your various notes and letters which I will surrender to any officer of the court who makes any inquiry whatever of me. I might not be able to identify you for them, but I will reveal to what extent you have involved me in whatever scheme you are acting upon. Naturally I would rather not have to do this, and if you act promptly and in good faith, I will demonstrate my sincerity by surrendering all copies of your notes and letters to you for your disposal in any way you see fit.

Mnenodatos

Physician

6

Thekla was over fifty and revered for her years as well as her long religious vocation. Since age eight, she had lived a virtual hermit in a cell scraped out of the city battlements facing the Sea of Marmara. It was said that the Emperor Theodosius II who had ordered the extension of Constantine's seaward battlements had intended to protect the city from the land as well as the sea, and Thekla was one of many who had brought her holiness to fortify the walls.

'But most holy woman,' said Panaigios, leaning nearer the wall so that he would be able to hear the few, whispered words she would vouchsafe him, 'surely you know more of the dangers facing the Emperor from those who stand nearest to him.'

'That is always the most dangerous,' whispered the dry, ancient voice. 'Judas stood nearest Christos, they say. He kissed Him.'

'But who stands nearest Justinian that might do such a thing?' Panaigios demanded. His position with Kimon Athanatadies had slipped in the last year and he was growing desperate for the means to renew his situation.

Thekla laughed, or so it seemed to Panaigios who heard the rustling sound with an emotion near awe. 'You do not want to know. The righteous are vilified and the vile are exalted.'

'Do you mean that the Emperor Justinian is not entitled to rule?' Panaigios gasped.

Again the laugh, and the singsong repetition: 'The righteous are vilified and the vile are exalted.'

'I don't know what you mean. You must speak more directly.' He knew that he was challenging a venerated person who could have him imprisoned for little more than the tone of his voice. He could not stop himself from speaking. 'Tell me.'

'You do not want to know. You embrace your ignorance. You would not know honor if Hagios Gavrilos himself announced it to you.' The old woman's wheezing words came more quickly, as if she were trying to speak her last message on a single breath. 'You wallow in corruption as if you partook of the manna of Paradise. The Word of God is a whistle in the rising wind.'

Panaigios glowered at the stones that separated him from the famous old anchorite and wished he had the strength of body and character to pull them down and demand that she explain herself. Instead he leaned his forehead against the stones. 'Do you speak against the Emperor?'

'I speak against no one,' she answered. 'I speak only what God sends me to know. Leave me. You are deaf to Grace.' With this condemnation she fell silent.

'Thekla.' He waited and when no response was forthcoming, he repeated her name several times only to be met with silence.

'I say nothing against any man,' the arid voice said as Panaigios started away from the battlements.

He paused, uncertain if he had imagined the last sounds or not, but decided at last that they were the parting words from the old holy woman. He looked up toward the walkway where the Guard patrolled, and saw two soldiers standing some distance away, apparently deep in conversation. How much had they overheard and who would they