to argue with them over this matter. Choose a wedding date, and I will personally marry you to Justin Gabras. It is to be done, however, privately and with a little decorum, Flacilla. I will not allow either of you to make a circus of this matter. And afterward you will hostess a family party to properly celebrate this new union. There will be no orgy. Do you understand? Will Justin Gabras understand?”
“It will be as you desire, my lord patriarch,” Flacilla said meekly.
The cleric laughed humorlessly. “If it is,” he said, “then it will be the first time you ever really obeyed me, cousin.”
Chapter 11
Spring always came sooner to Byzantium than it did to Britain, Cailin noted, not displeased by the early display of flowering trees in Aspar’s orchards. The general was a good master, as each peasant she met was quick to assure her. While many on neighboring estates were worn down by the incredible taxation placed on the farmers by the imperial government, Aspar paid the taxes imposed on his people so that they would not have to leave their own small bits of land. Taxes unfortunately could not be paid in kind. They had to be paid in gold, yet the price of all produce and farm animals was strictly regulated by the government, making it nearly impossible for freedmen to meet their obligations. The government kept these prices artificially low to satisfy the populace. Many small farmers attached to other estates had practically sold themselves into serfdom to their overlords so that they and their families might just survive.
“If you had no farmers,” Cailin said to her lover, “where would we get our foodstuffs? Does the government not consider that? Why are the merchants taxed so little, and the farmers so much?”
“For the same reason ships docking in the Golden Horn are only charged two solidi on their arrival, but fifteen solidi on their departure. The government wants luxury goods and staples brought into the city, but not traded away out of it. That is why the merchants are charged such low taxes. Someone has to make up the deficit. Since the farmers have no choice but to farm the land, and are so scattered throughout the country they cannot unite and complain, the heaviest burden of taxation falls upon them,” Aspar told her. “Governments have always acted thusly, for there is always someone willing to farm the land.”
“That is totally illogical,” Cailin responded. “It is the luxury goods that should be taxed, and not the poor souls who supply the necessities of everyday life! Who makes such foolish laws?”
“The senate,” he said, smiling at her outrage. “You see, my love, the bulk of the luxury goods are sold to the ruling class, and the very rich have a strong aversion to heavy taxation. The government keeps the majority of the populace content by regulating the price of everything that is sold. The poor farmers, a minority, can cry out all they want. Their voices will not be heard in either the senate or in the palace. Only when the majority of the people threaten rebellion do those in power listen, and then not particularly closely, but just enough to save their own skins,” Aspar finished cynically.
“If they tax the farmers out of existence,” Cailin persisted, “who will grow the food? Has the government considered that?”
“The powerful will grow the food, using slave labor,” he said.
“That is why you pay your tenants’ taxes, isn’t it?”
“Free men are happier men,” Aspar said, “and happier men produce far more than those who are not happy, or free.”
“There is so much beauty here,” Cailin said slowly, “and yet so much wickedness and decay. I miss my homeland. Life in Britain was simpler, and the boundaries of our survival were more clearly defined, even if we had not the luxuries of Byzantium, my dear lord.”
“Your thoughts are complex even for a wise man,” he replied, taking her hand and kissing the inside of her wrist. “Your heart is great, Cailin Drusus, but you must accept the fact you are only a woman. There is little you can do to right the world’s ills, my love.”
“Yet Father Michael tells me that I am my brother’s keeper,” she answered him cleverly, and he smiled at her tenacity. “This Christianity of yours is interesting, Aspar, but its adherents do not always do what they preach a good Christian should do, my lord. I like your Jesus, but I think he would not