To Love Again

his sister's unbridled curiosity and the annoyance of the most powerful man in the empire. No one would envy him his position at this moment. 'There is no emergency,' he said. 'I simply felt like a day in the country, Aspar. I did not believe my arrival would cause you to behave like a bear with a sore paw,' Basilicus replied, put off but determined to remain.

'Your guest will be thirsty and hungry, my lord,' Cailin said quietly. 'I will go and make certain that Zeno has refreshments prepared.' She nodded politely at the prince, and left the two men on the bench.

'What a glorious creature!' Basilicus said. 'Who is she, and where, you fortunate man, did you find her?'

'Why are you here?' his companion demanded bluntly. 'You detest the country, Basilicus. There is another reason, I know.'

'Verina sent me,' Basilicus admitted. Honesty always worked with Aspar, the prince knew. Besides, Aspar was not a man to trifle with, particularly when he was in a difficult mood such as now.

'Good lord! What does your sister want of me that she would send you to the country after me, Basilicus? Tell me! We will not return to the house until you do.' Then Aspar chuckled, obviously finding humor in the situation. 'Your poor body will soon go into shock, my friend. I do not believe it has been in the warmth of the sun in years.'

'Verina heard that you had closed up your house in the city and moved out to your villa. She has also heard that you have taken a mistress. You know her curiosity is greater than most women's,' Basilicus said to Aspar. 'And, of course, she is Flacilla's friend.'

'And she hopes to get me in her debt,' Aspar observed wisely.

'How well you seem to know my sister,' Basilicus said mockingly.

'I also know of the recent scandal involving my wife that the patriarch hushed up,' Aspar replied. 'I may be living in the country, Basilicus, but my channels of information have simply stretched a bit farther. There is little happening in the city that I do not know about. Because I am happy, and because my wife's relations have quieted the gossip surrounding her and her recent lovers, I am content to let the matter rest, lest my own arrangement be brought to light. You know as well as I do, Basilicus, that Flacilla is perfectly capable of creating a scandal around this villa and its inhabitants simply to deflect attention from her own outrageous behavior. Because she is not a happy woman, the idea that I should be happy would be galling to her. That is why I live here now rather than in the city. My conduct is subject to less scrutiny at Villa Mare, or so I believed until today.'

'You do not seem to be living a very profligate life, Aspar,' Basilicus observed as they now walked from the beach up the garden path to the villa. 'Indeed, if I had not known you, I would have assumed you were simply a well-to-do gentleman and his wife. Now tell me, before I die of curiosity, who the girl is and where you found her.'

'You do not recognize her, Basilicus?'

The prince shook his dark head. 'No, I do not.'

'Think back, my friend, to a night several months ago when you and I together visited the Villa Maxima to take in a notorious and particularly salacious entertainment that had the city agog,' Aspar said.

Basilicus thought a moment, and then his dark eyes grew wide. 'No!' he said. 'It cannot be! Is it? You bought that girl? I do not believe it! That exquisite creature with you on the beach is patrician-born without a doubt. She cannot be the same girl!'

'She is,' Aspar said, and then offered his friend a brief history of Cailin and how she had come to Villa Maxima.

'So you rescued her from a life of shame,' Basilicus noted. 'What a soft heart you have, Aspar. It would be better that others, including my sister and your wife, not know it, I suspect.'

'I am only softhearted where Cailin is concerned,' the general told his friend. 'She makes me happy, and is more a wife to me than Flacilla has ever been. Anna would have liked her, too.'

'You are in love,' Basilicus accused, almost enviously.

Aspar said nothing, but neither did he deny the charge.

'What will you do, my old friend?' Basilicus asked. 'You will not be content to live in the shadows with your Cailin for very long, I know.'

'Perhaps I will seek a divorce from Flacilla,' Aspar said. 'The patriarch cannot deny me, particularly given this recent scandal she has caused. It is past time she was shut up in a convent. She is a constant embarrassment to her family. Eventually she will do something so mad that they will not be able to cover up her behavior.'

They walked across the portico facing the sea, and into the interior garden of the villa, where chilled wine and honey cakes awaited them. Cailin was nowhere to be seen, and they were served by a silent slave who, at a sign from his master, withdrew to allow them privacy.

'Even if you were allowed to divorce Flacilla Strabo,' Basilicus observed, 'you would never be allowed to marry a woman who had begun her life in Constantinople as performer in the city's most notorious brothel. Surely you realize that, Aspar. You must realize it!'

'Cailin is a patrician, born into one of Rome's oldest and most distinguished families,' Aspar argued. 'Her tenure at Villa Maxima was not of her own making. She was not used as a common whore, and she only performed in that obscene playlet less than a dozen times. My God, Basilicus, there were women in the audience the night I first saw her who were coupling with slave boys, and all were of good family.'

The prince sighed. 'I cannot argue with your logic, but neither can you argue with the plain facts. Yes, there were women of distinguished families seeking illicit entertainment, but they were not performing for the delectation of several hundred people twice weekly. Even my sister could be moved by Cailin's story, but she would still not approve a marriage between you. Besides, the girl is a pagan.'

'She could be baptized, Basilicus, by the patriarch himself, ensuring that I would have an Orthodox wife, and children,' Aspar said.

'You are living in a fool's paradise, my old friend,' the prince told him. 'You are too important to Byzantium to be allowed this romantic folly, and you will not be, I assure you. Keep the girl as your mistress, and continue to be discreet. It is all you will be allowed, but at least you will be together, Aspar. I will not tell my sister of your other desires. They would frighten her, for they are so unlike you.'

'I am the most powerful man in Byzantium, the king-maker, they say, and yet I cannot have my own happiness,' Aspar said bitterly. He swallowed several gulps of wine. 'I must remain married to a highborn bitch who whores among the lower classes, but I must not marry my highborn mistress because for a short time she was forced into carnal slavery.'

'Have you freed her?' Basilicus asked.

'Of course,' Aspar answered. 'I told Cailin she would be freed legally upon my death, but actually she is free now. I feared she might leave me if she knew the truth, although she is really quite helpless. She wants to return to her native Britain to avenge herself upon the woman who sent her into slavery, but how could she do it without help? And who would help her? Only those seeking to take advantage of her.'

'And besides,' Basilicus said gently, 'you love her. Do not regret what you cannot have, Aspar. Take what you can have. You have Cailin, and she is yours for as long as you desire her. No one will deny you your mistress, even if Flacilla protests to the heavens over it. The court knows your wife for what she really is, and no one would seek to see you unhappy. Do you understand what I am saying to you, Aspar?'

The general nodded bleakly. 'I understand. What will you tell your sister, Basilicus? It must be enough to keep her content.'

He laughed. 'Yes, Verina is more curious than a cat. Well, I shall tell her that you have taken a charming, beautiful mistress to yout bed, and are living quite contentedly with her at Villa Mare in order to avoid any scandal, or public argument with Flacilla. She will think you justified despite her friendship with your wife, and that will be the end of it, I suspect. Verina thinks I do not lie to her, although I find I must sometimes in order to protect her, or to protect myself.' The prince chuckled. 'Besides, I shall not be lying. I shall simply not be telling her the entire truth. But then she really does not need to know the whole story, does she?' He grinned at Aspar.

'I do not know why Leo does not use you in the diplomatic service,' Aspar said, his gray eyes twinkling.

'My brother-in-law does not trust me,' Basilicus replied. 'He also does not like me, I fear. His high office has turned him from a dull little man into a dull little man who grows more righteous and more pious as each day