accuse me, Belisarius will ask nothing about me, and you will never have to answer for your acts.' She wondered if perhaps Konstantos had guessed correctly, and Belisarius, overcome with grief, would refuse to pursue her interests.
'I have heard too much from you,' Konstantos said in a low, deadly tone. 'You have been permitted more leeway because as a Roman we know you do not understand proper conduct. We will enter the testimony of Pope Sylvestros in our records, and we will send all to Belisarius for him to reply to the accusations. But you, you are to be detained until it is decided that there are grounds enough to review your case.' He slapped the tabletop.
'O Lord, You strike in wrath and in thunder,' intoned Pope Sylvestros, his hands pressed together. 'I listen and I hear the sound of Your destruction promised to the sinful world.'
'Make him be quiet!' Konstantos shouted, rounding on Panaigios, who had dropped the vellum sheets he held.
'I… I…' Panaigios began, then said nothing more as he pulled on Pope Sylvestros' arm in a futile attempt to get his attention.
'The thunder of destruction and the thunder of creation fill all Heaven and shake the earth,' Pope Sylvestros exulted. 'The tread of the Lord shakes the world and the cities fall before Him.'
'If it is proven that you are a sorceress,' Konstantos went on, doing his best to ignore Pope Sylvestros, 'then you will be tied in a sack and thrown in the sea, which is the fate of all sorcerers and sorceresses.'
'Tied in a sack and thrown in the sea,' Olivia repeated with fascination and horror. Water would not kill her, and she could not drown, but she would be immobilized until her flesh gave way or she was eaten. And for however long that took, she would be conscious. 'You condemn me to Hell,' she said softly, with great feeling, for to her it was no more than the truth.
'It is your action that condemns you to Hell,' said Konstantos with satisfaction, misunderstanding her. 'We are only instruments of the Emperor who seeks to emulate God on earth with wisdom and judgment.'
'That might be thought prideful,' Olivia said in a thoughtful voice. 'And as I recall, pride is a sin.'
'You are not one to speak against the Emperor or the Lord God,' Konstantos warned Olivia. He was about to go on when another man entered the room and approached him.
Both Panaigios and Konstantos made a reverence to Kimon Athanatadies, and Panaigios held out the list of charges that he had read earlier.
The Court Censor took the sheet and looked over them. 'Atta Olivia Clemens,' he said. 'I recall we have had some questions about her. Sorcery. A grave charge.' He looked at Pope Sylvestros. 'Who is that?'
'A witness.' Panaigios had the grace to look chagrined at this admission. 'He is Pope Sylvestros.'
'I recall that name. He has been shown to have committed criminal acts.' Athanatadies tapped the edge of the sheet. 'I trust that he is not your only witness.'
The cold expression in the Censor's eyes subdued Konstantos' zeal. 'We are trying to find others. We have information from those who cannot testify, and in time we will obtain access to those who can.'
'See that you do,' said Athanatadies. 'I must defend every decision made by my staff to the Emperor.' He stared blankly at the far wall. 'The Emperor is determined to root out all wrongdoing in the Empire. We are mandated to act for him. But if we abuse his authority, then we are culpable.' He slid his fingers over his moist palms. 'Have care that you do not exceed your authority, Konstantos. And you as well, Panaigios. If you do, you will have to answer for it.' He handed the vellum back to Panaigios and looked toward Olivia. 'Where is your sponsor, woman?'
'That is a question I have been asking since I was brought here, Censor,' Olivia answered with asperity.
'Her sponsor is Belisarius and there is reason to think that this woman poisoned the General's wife,' Konstantos said, not quite defiantly.
'Is that any reason not to have him here?' Athanatadies asked, thinking what Justinian might require under these circumstances. 'He should be sent for.'
'At once?' Panaigios said.
'How do we explain to him?' Konstantos said at the same time.
Athanatadies did not want to make any more decisions; he had been upbraided for the last two and he was afraid of the Emperor's demands. He stared in silence at a place on the floor about halfway between him and Olivia. At last he said, 'Detain her.'
'What?' Olivia cried out, her reserve gone. 'By what right do you 'detain' me?' She did not want to be kept in a cell again, lost to the world and conveniently forgotten. This had happened to her in the past, and in many ways it was worse than awakening in her tomb. In a cell, she had become ravenous, not only for blood but for intimacy, for the exchange that satisfied more than simple hunger.
'By right as the Court Censor,' said Athanatadies, his expression rigid. 'You have been accused of serious acts. Until we have more to support these accusations, I remand you into the custody of Captain Vlamos. There are quarters in this building for those accused whose cases are being investigated; we maintain them for such as you.' He studied Olivia for a little while. 'It will not be too unpleasant, if that is what troubles you.'
'Locked up and isolated is always unpleasant, Censor,' she said with hard intent. 'The trappings—' She shrugged.
'There is the dungeon, if you prefer,' Konstantos offered, gloating.
Olivia ignored him, keeping her attention on Kimon Athanatadies. 'You will see that my sponsor is notified of your investigation and the charges against me.'
'Yes; in due time.' He cleared his throat and moved away from her.
'When is this 'due time' you speak of?' Olivia asked, making no attempt to disguise her sarcasm.
'It is when it is,' Athanatadies said without looking around, and spoke next to Konstantos and Panaigios. 'I want to be kept abreast of your findings. Do not think you are being excused from your work here. Something must be found, something more than that disgusting pope. He would be unreliable at best.'
'Yes, Censor,' said Konstantos. 'We will continue our work.'
'And see that you find testimony from those who can give it; the gossip of slaves will not be welcome, even as supporting reports. Slaves always think ill of foreign masters, and you know that as well as I do.' He started toward his side door, then turned back. 'You may be sure that Belisarius will begin asking questions in a few days. You had better have some answers. He may be in disgrace with the Emperor, but he is still a General and he has some authority.'
'Of course, Censor,' said Konstantos.
'You are not to do anything hasty. This charge of sorcery is the most worrisome. Be certain you have proof, or drop it.' He did not want any of the decisions he had made regarding heretics and sorcerers called into question now, for Justinian had already indicated that he wanted to be rid of all of them at once, as he had been rid of the pernicious books at Alexandria. As Censor, it would be his task to carry out such a command, but he feared that the confusion that would result, the charges and countercharges, would lead to an unrest that the Emperor did not appreciate, and he would be unable to explain. 'I do not want to be told that you have heard rumors, or that there are those who think she might be enchanting cats. Is that understood. You must be able to demonstrate your charge or you must remove it.'
From her place on the bench, Olivia said, 'You sound almost Roman, Censor.'
'You do yourself no good speaking to me that way,' Athanatadies told her, though he continued to look at Konstantos. 'In ten days, I will want to have word about this woman. If there is no word, you will have to give reason why you have not done what is required of you. And if you cannot, then you will have to answer to Belisarius.' With that last ominous promise, he was gone.
The reception chamber was silent; Panaigios shuffled papers.
'The earth shows worship and reverence to God,' called Pope Sylvestros. 'In homage to the Might of God, the people are silent.'
'Then you be silent, too,' snapped Konstantos. He signaled to Captain Vlamos. 'You know where the detention rooms are. See that she has one of the better ones, with a good bed.' He favored Olivia with a malicious smile. 'That is in case you wish to entertain friends.'
Olivia had been expecting some attack, and she did not respond to it. 'Captain Vlamos, lead the way.'
'I'm sorry, great lady,' he said, 'but I must bind your hands and keep hold of the thongs.'
'Of course.' She held out crossed wrists. She wanted to lash out with her feet and hands, then flee, but that was worse than folly. 'Not too tight, I pray.'
