As Captain Vlamos secured the thongs, he asked, 'Will this be too bad?'
'No,' she said honestly. As she was about to be led away, she glanced at the three men. 'When the day comes that this happens to you—and do not think that impossible—remember me.' Then she nodded to Captain Vlamos and went out of the chamber toward the detention rooms at the other end of the enormous building.
* * *
Shortly after Captain Vlamos left Belisarius' house, Simones requested permission to be gone for an hour, and so was not present when Eugenia arrived and begged to speak with the General.
The eunuch slave Arius admitted her and told her that his master was not to be disturbed.
'I have to speak with him,' Eugenia said, her eyes brimming with tears. 'He is my only hope, and if he won't see me, I have no other chance to save myself.'
Arius knew Eugenia from her friendship with Anto-nina, and for that reason he faltered. Belisarius might want to see this old friend of his dead wife, but then again, the presence of Eugenia might recall his loss. Weighing these two considerations only became more puzzling, and so at last he said, 'Wait here, great lady, and I will speak with my master.'
Eugenia looked about the vestibule a little wildly. 'Let me sit in the smaller reception room,' she said, precariously near begging. 'I don't want… anyone to know I am here. The matter is confidential.' She held out a silver coin. 'You must tell no one but your master that I have come. No one. No other member of this household.'
Arius took the coin, more out of surprise than greed. 'Of course, great lady.' He tucked the coin under his belt and went to Belisarius' study.
'Tell her I'm busy,' said Belisarius, who was deep in conversation with the Tartar slave from the Roman woman's household.
'She is weeping, General,' said Anus, who assumed he owed Eugenia that much for the coin.
Belisarius sighed. 'Where is she?'
'In the smaller reception room.' Arms made a reverence to his master. 'She is very… upset.'
Zejhil rose and made her reverence. 'I have more than enough to do. I will be busy for the rest of the afternoon with the tasks you have set me. You must attend to your guest, of course.' Without any fuss, she withdrew.
'All right,' Belisarius said with a resigned hitch to his shoulders. 'Show me to her, Arius.'
Eugenia was seated in the darkest corner of the room, her back to the door, hunched over. She had dressed plainly and without any of her customary ornaments and jewels. As Arius came into the room, she started, then recovered herself and rose. 'I am very sorry to disturb you at this terrible time, General,' she began with proper formality.
'If you disturbed me, it must be for something more than a consolation call,' he said tersely, motioning to Arius to leave them alone. 'You have something you wanted to say to me.'
'Yes,' she said, color mounting in her face. 'It's very difficult. I don't know where to begin.' She was hardly audible at these last words.
Belisarius took his place on the padded bench. 'Shall I send for some refreshments?'
'No!' Her protest was a wail. 'No. I don't want anyone to know I am here, no one in your household.' She caught the edge of her paenula and began to twist it in her fingers. 'I tried to tell you this before. If I could bring myself to write, it might have been easier to set it down, for I would not have to see your face while I told you.' She cleared her throat, then coughed; neither effort raised her voice or her confidence. 'I… I've tried to do this before, but I have been afraid.'
'Why didn't you speak to your sponsor?' Belisarius asked her reasonably.
'My sponsor?' Her features crumbled under her emo-tions. 'Oh, I could not. I would be cast out for what has happened, and he would never believe that I was telling the truth. He would not be able to do anything. He would not want to. There would be too much shame, and for that he would want me to suffer, not to find the answer for me.' This tangled protest caught a little of Belisarius' interest.
'Are you saying that you must speak to me about one of my officers?' He knew of her unsatisfactory dalliance with Chrysanthos, but was reluctant to think that his officer would behave badly to a former lover.
'No, not… not officers. Someone… someone in your household.' She put her hands to her face and wept, trying to keep from making a sound.