annr.pandora-第23章
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He glared at the merchant with great authority and fearless contempt。
〃For a man with one leg！〃 said Flavius between his teeth。 〃You thief！ You charge my Mistress that； here in Antioch； where slaves are so plentiful the ships take them on to Rome； for it's the only way to cut their losses！〃
I was quite impressed。 All had gone so well。 The darkness flowed back away from me； and there seemed for the moment a divine meaning in the warmth of the sun。
〃You cheat my Mistress and you know it！ You're the scum of the Earth！〃 he went on。 〃Madam； do we ever purchase from this scoundrel again？ I advise never！〃
The slave trader broke into an inane smile； a hideous grimace of cowardice and stupidity； bowed and gave me back a third of what I'd given him。
I could hardly keep from another burst of laughing。 I had to fetch the mantle from the ground again。 Flavius did it。 This time； I knotted it properly in front。
I looked at the gold which had been returned； scooped it up； entrusted it to Flavius and off we went。
When we had plunged into the thick crowd in the center of the Forum I did laugh and laugh at the whole affair。
〃Well； Flavius； you're protecting me already； saving me money； giving me excellent advice。 If there were more men like you in Rome； the world might be better for it。〃
He was choked up。 He couldn't talk。 It was an effort to whisper：
〃Lady； you have on trust my body and soul forever。〃
I went up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek。 I realized that his nakedness； the filth of the loincloth； all this was a disgrace he bore without a sign of protest。
〃Here；〃 I said； giving him some money。 〃Take the girls home； put them to work； then you go to the baths。 Get clean。 Get Roman clean。 Have a boy if you want。 Have two。 Then buy fine clothes for yourself； not slave clothes； mind you； but clothes that you would buy for a rich young Roman Master！〃
〃Madam； please hide that purse！〃 he said as he took the coins。 〃And what is my Mistress's name'？ To whom shall I say I belong； if asked。〃
〃To Pandora of Athens；〃 I said。 〃Though you shall have to fill me in on the current state of my birthplace； because I have never actually been there。 But a Greek name serves me well。 Now； go。 See； the girls watch！〃
Lots of people were watching。 Oh； this red silk！ And Flavius was such a splendid figure of a male。
I kissed him again； and whispered in his ear； calculatingly； devil that I am； 〃I need you； Flavius。〃
He looked down at me； awestruck。 〃I am yours forever； Madam；〃 he whispered。
〃Are you sure you can't do with me in bed！〃
〃Oh； believe me； I have tried！〃 he confessed； flushing again。
I made my hand into a fist and punched his muscular arm。
〃Very well；〃 I said。
The damsels had already risen； at my gesture。 They knew I sent him to them。
I gave him my key； the directions to my house； described the particularities of its gate； and the old bronze lion fountain right inside the gate。
〃And you； Madam？〃 he asked。 〃You're going in the crowd unacpanied？ Madam； the purse is huge！ It's full of gold。〃
〃Wait till you see the gold in the house；〃 I said。 〃Appoint yourself the only one who can open chests； and then hide them in obvious places。 Replace all the furniture I've smashed in my。。。 my solitude。 There are many pieces stored in rooms above。〃
〃Gold in the house！〃 He was alarmed。 〃Chests of gold！〃
〃Now； don't worry about me；〃 I said。 〃I know where to seek help now。 And if you betray me； if you steal my legacy and I find my house ruined when I return； I suppose I shall have deserved it。 Cover up the chests of gold with carpets。 The place has heaps of little Persian carpets。 Look upstairs。 And tend to the Shrine！〃
〃I shall do everything you ask and more。〃
〃So I thought。 A man who cannot lie cannot steal。 Now the sun is intolerable here。 Go to the girls。 They wait。〃
I turned。
He caught me by ing round in； front of me。
〃Madam； there is something I must tell you。〃
〃What！〃 I said with an ominous face。 〃Not that you're a eunuch；〃 I said。 〃Eunuchs don't grow muscles in their arms and legs like that。〃
〃No；〃 he said。 Then he took on a sudden gravity。 〃Ovid； you spoke of Ovid。 Ovid is dead。 Ovid died two years ago in the wretched town of Tomis on the upper rim of the Black Sea。 It was a miserable choice of exile； a barbarian outpost。〃
〃No one told me this。 What a revolting silence。〃 I threw up my hands over my face。 The mantle fell。 He retrieved it。 I scarce noticed。 〃I had so prayed that Tiberius would let Ovid e back to Rome！〃 I told myself I had no time to stop for this。 〃Ovid。 No time to weep for him now。。。〃
〃His books are no doubt plentiful here；〃 Flavius said。 〃They are very easily found in Athens。〃
〃Good； perhaps you will have time to find some for me。 Now； I'm off； pins or tumbled braids or sliding mantle； I do not care。 And don't look so worried。 When you leave the house； just lock up the girls and the gold。〃
When I finally turned around he was making his way rather gracefully towards the girls。 The sun rippled prettily on his well…muscled back。 His hair was curly and brown； rather like my own。 He stopped for one moment when a vendor attacked him with an armful of cheaply made tunics； cloaks and whatnot； more than likely stolen goods； full of dye that would run in the first rain； but who knows？ He bought a tunic hastily and slipped it over his head； and purchasing a red sash； tied it around his waist。
Such a transformation。 The tunic went halfway to his knees。 That must have been a great relief to him； to have on something clean。 I should have thought of this before I left him。 Stupid。
I admired him。 Naked or clothed； you can't carry such beauty and dignity unless you have been cherished。 He wore the raiment of the affection bestowed on him and inscribed in the art of his ivory leg。
In our brief encounter； a bond had been forged forever。
He greeted the girls。 With his arms around them； he guided them out of the crowd。
I went straight to the Temple of Isis； and thereby； unwittingly； took the first firm step towards a larcenous immortality； an inglorious and unearned supernature； a never ending and utterly useless doom。
5
As soon as I entered the Temple pound I was received by several rich Roman women； who weled me generously。 They were all properly painted with white on their arms and their faces； well…drawn eyebrows； lip color … all the details of which I'd made a hash that morning。
I explained that though I had means； I was on my own。 They were for helping me in every way。 When they heard I had been actually initiated in Rome； they were in awe。
〃Thank Mother Isis they didn't discover you and execute you；〃 said one of the Roman women。
〃Go in and see the Priestess；〃 they said。 Many of them had not yet undergone the secret ceremonies and were waiting to be called by the goddess for this momentous event。 There were many other women here； some Egyptian； some Babylonian perhaps。 I could only guess。 Jewels and silks were the order of the day。 Fancy painted gold borders lined their mantles； some wore simple dresses。
But it seemed to me that all of them spoke Greek。
I couldn't bring myself to enter the Temple。 I looked up and saw in my mind our crucified Priests in Rome。
〃Thank God you were not identified；〃 said one。
〃Quite a few people fled to Alexandria；〃 said another。
〃I raised no protest；〃 I said dismally。
There came a chorus of sympathy。 〃How could you； under Tiberius？ Believe me； every one who could escaped。〃
〃Don't be laden with misery；〃 said a young blue…eyed Greek woman； very properly dressed。
〃I'd fallen away from the worship；〃 I said。
Again came a forting round of soft voices。
〃Go in now；〃 said one woman； 〃and ask to pray in the very sanctuary of Our Mother。 You are an initiate。 Most of us here are not。〃
I nodded。
I went up the steps of the Temple and entered inside it。
I paused to shake from my mantle the mundane； that is； all the trivia I had discussed。 My mind was focused upon the goddess； and desperate to believe in her。 I loathed my hypocrisy； that I used this Temple and this worship； but then it didn't seem significant。 My despair of the three nights had penetrated too deep。
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