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Excerpt
When Sophia finished
work the next day and was about to leave for lunch, Valerius asked
her to wait a moment. He hesitated before he spoke.
"Last night, the
tribune called to my attention the unseemliness of our liaison,
which, of course, respect for my exalted station obliged him to
'pass over in silence.'" Valerius smiled at the elegance of the
phrase. Sophia would have appreciated it too, had she been sure
where this speech was going.
"I have also learned
that you have been seen about the town these past months, consorting
with our priestess, almost as though you were a free woman. I have
resolved to act appropriately, do, as the tribune would say, 'as
our worthy forefathers often did in such situations.'"
Sophia was puzzled.
Valerius was obviously serious, but something else lay beneath his
earnest mien.
"The solution is
here," he said, opening a drawer and taking out a small scroll bearing
his seal.
Sophia gasped. Was
she to be beaten and sold again? Was there any man on Earth as faithless
as Valerius? Would she never learn?
He handed her the
scroll. "Read it," he commanded. "Then we'll go to lunch."
Sophia's fingers
shook as she unrolled the parchment. It was a Certificate of Manumission.
Her freedom.
"After we eat, you
will make two copies," Valerius told her, "one for the archives
here and one for Cassandra to keep in the temple. I will sign and
seal them both. The original, you take with you wherever you want
to go."
Sophia sank into
a chair. She feared she would faint.
"There are scrolls
like yours prepared for all my slaves," Valerius explained, "to
take effect upon my death. They are good people who have served
me well. I will not have them fall into Marcia's hands."
"Where am I to go?"
Sophia asked slowly. "What am I to do with this freedom? With my
cropped ears and these scars, I'm not safe anywhere beyond the border.
I'd not reach Heraklion before some slave trader seized me, tore
up that certificate and shipped me off to Africa."
Valerius stared
at the floor. "I am sorry for everything that happened to you. I
would make it right if I could. Is there anything else I can do
now? Do you need money, an escort somewhere?"
"I didn't mean it
that way," Sophia replied quickly. "I - It's just that I do not
want to leave Matala, to leave you, to leave what I have here. There
is nowhere I want to go. Everything I had is gone. Let me stay."
Valerius sighed
with relief. "I will still need a secretary," he admitted. "The
job pays one gold piece a month with your keep, plus whatever you
can earn doing letters for people on your own. You can work off
the thirty-five I gave Glaucon for you. After that..."
Sophia was looking
out the window, scarcely hearing, trying to compose herself. She
turned back to him, her voice unsteady, as she stood up.
"Let's go to bed.
I want you to make love to me."
"In the middle of
the day?"
"I want the daylight.
I want you to see everything - this once - so you will know what
you have taken into your bed, into your life.
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