tones. “You are a true businessman; you have absolutely no imagination, Phocas. The moment I laid eyes upon the girl, I knew she was a treasure. All it took was hot water and soap to clean her up. Not only that, her Latin is flawless, but for a slight provincial accent which can be corrected—although some may find it most charming.” He looked to the slave girl who accompanied his new purchase. “Isis, remove her tunica, please.”
Phocas Maxima stared hard at the girl when she finally stood nude before him. “She’s a bit slender for my taste,” he noted, “but we can fatten her up. I don’t imagine she’s been getting a great deal to eat recently. Her feet looked dreadfully roughened.”
“She’s done a lot of walking, I would imagine,” Jovian replied.
“We can eventually correct it,” his brother said. “Her breasts are very nice; small, but well-formed. Well, I must admit it, you did get us quite a good bargain in this girl. Does she understand what is expected of her, or are we going to have to train her? She is pagan, I hope.”
It was as if she did not exist except as an object, Cailin thought as she listened to the two brothers chattering back and forth about her and her eventual fate. Not that it really mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. It was all so confusing. She didn’t even understand why she was still alive when all she wanted was to be dead; but something inside her would not allow her to die. It made her angry, but there was naught she seemed to be able to do about it.
She thought back over the many days that had passed since she had lain in labor at Antonia’s villa. The last thing she remembered was the cry of a baby as she sank into unconsciousness. When she came vaguely to her senses, she was in a dirty room in a strange house. The woman who brought her food told her she was in Londinium, which amazed Cailin. She had heard of Londinium, but had never thought to see it in her lifetime. As it turned out, she did not see it, for when she asked what she was doing in this place, she was told that the lady Antonia had sold her to Simon, the slave merchant, and that shortly she would be transported to Gaul and beyond.
“But I am no slave!” Cailin protested.
“That is what the lady Antonia said you would say,” the woman replied sourly. “She says you’re real troublesome and have ideas above your station, girl. Why, you even seduced her late husband, and bore his bastard. Well, she’ll have no more of you, wench.”
“Where is my baby?” Cailin demanded.
“The brat died, I’m told,” was the cold reply.
Cailin began to weep hysterically. “I do not believe you!” she protested. Before she knew it, a bitter liquid was being forced down her throat and she was sliding into darkness again.
For days afterward she drifted between reality and nightmare. When she finally was allowed to come to herself again, she was in Gaul, traveling south with a shipment of other slaves down the backbone of the land, toward the Mediterranean Sea. Not long after, one particularly beautiful young woman attempted to escape, for unlike many of the slaves traveling with them, she wore no collar, nor was she chained. She was quickly recaptured, being unfamiliar with the land.
The slave master debated on her punishment. To beat her would mark her fair skin, and that same fair skin was an asset that could bring him a pretty penny for the girl. He elected to make his point by raping her, which he did before the entire party of travelers. “Run again, bitch,” he threatened as he jammed himself into her, “and I’ll give you to my men! Perhaps you’d like that, wench, eh?”
The look of terror on all the women’s faces told the slave master that he would have no more difficulty with any of them. Indeed, after that Cailin went out of her way to make herself invisible. She allowed her hair to go unwashed and uncombed. Her tunica, which was the only garment she possessed, grew more worn with each passing day. She did not dare wash it for fear that it would disintegrate and leave her naked, like some of the other women. She did not expect she would be supplied with other clothing if she lost what she possessed.
When they reached the coast, the slaves