woman. I desire you. Since I bought you, there is, it would seem, little you can do except bear with the horrendous fate I have in store for you.” He put down his goblet and arose to stand facing her.
“Yes, you own me,” Cailin said, and to her dismay, tears sprang into her eyes which she seemed powerless to control. “I am bound to obey you, my lord, but you will never have all of me, for there is a part of myself that only I can give, no man can take!”
He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, stunned by her honest declaration and moved by her passionate defiance. Tears slipped slowly down her smooth cheeks like tiny crystal beads. “My God,” he exclaimed, “did you know that your eyes glisten like amethysts when you weep like that, Cailin? You break my heart. Cease, I beg you, my beauty! I surrender humbly before your feet.”
“I hate being a slave!” she told him desperately. “And why is it that you can penetrate the defenses I have so carefully built up around myself these last months when no one else could?”
“I am a better tactician than any of the others,” he told her teasingly. “Besides, Cailin, although you tempt my baser nature, I find you fascinating on several other levels as well.” He brushed away her tears carefully with a single finger. “I have finished my wine now. We will become better acquainted in the bath. I promise I will try not to make you cry again if you will not be coy. Do we have a bargain, my beauty? I think I am being most generous.”
She could not be angry with him. He was really very kind, but she was a little fearful of him nonetheless. “I agree,” she said finally.
“Come then,” he said, taking her hand and leading her from the atrium.
Chapter 9
The bath at Villa Mare was unique in that it was not an interior room. It faced the sea, and had an open portico that could be closed off by means of shutters in cold or inclement weather. The view from the room was both beautiful and soothing. The walls were decorated in mosaic. One pictured Neptune, the sea god, standing tall amid the waves, a trident in one hand and a conch shell in the other, upon which he was blowing. Behind him silver-blue dolphins leapt. A second wall offered a scene of Neptune’s many daughters cavorting among the waves with a troupe of sea horses; while the third wall showed the mighty king of the sea seducing a beautiful maiden in an underwater cave. The mosaic floor of the bath pictured fish and sea life of every kind known to the artist. It was both colorful and amusing.
There was a tiled dressing room off the bath, but the main room served all the steps necessary to bathing, unlike the elegant bath complex at Villa Maxima with its many different rooms. The bathing pool was set in sea-blue tiles, and the water gently warm. A corner fountain with a marble basin ran with cool water. There were shell-shaped depressions with drains for rinsing and benches for massage.
Aspar dismissed the old slave who served as bath attendant. “The lady Cailin wishes to serve me,” he told the woman, and she grinned a toothless grin that bespoke pure conspiracy, cackling as she departed.
“Discretion is wasted here,” Cailin told him, pinning up her long hair.
“Remove your chiton,” he said. “I want to see you as God made you, Cailin. Bent over as you were the last time I viewed your charms, I could see little of much note, so covered were you by those Northmen.”
“You may be sorry you did not buy one of them,” she teased him mischievously, and slipped the simple garment over her head, tossing it carelessly upon a bench. Then she stood silent and still, amazed that she was not mortified; but then her stay at Villa Maxima had, she suspected, rid her of all false modesty.
“Turn slowly,” he commanded her quietly, his admiration obvious. Then he removed his own garments, unfastening the cross-gartering on his braccos and slipping them off, to be followed by his drawers, tunic, and fine linen chemise.
As Cailin turned back to face him, she found Aspar quite as naked as she herself was. Startled by his action, she blushed. He stood quietly, allowing her the same advantage as he had had, and then he turned, too. Her first impression