ago, when I turned seventeen.”
“I see. Then I suppose you must be due to experience the pleasures of Venus any day now.”
I didn’t know what to say. Was she making fun of me?
Feeling suddenly awkward, I led her to the rear door and we made our exit from the cave unseen.
That night, after the initial joy of his daughter’s salvation subsided a bit, Eutropius conferred with Antipater and Mnason and myself. The others were at first shocked at my impious behaviour in breaching the entrance of the cave of Ortygia – “Crazy Roman!” muttered Mnason under his breath – but Antipater suggested that perhaps Artemis herself, driven to extreme measures to rid her temple of such a wicked priest, had led both Amestris and myself to the cave, and to Anthea’s rescue.
“The gods often achieve their ends by means that appear mysterious and even contradictory to us mortals,” said Antipater. “Yes, in this matter I see the guiding hand of Artemis. Who else but Gordianus – a ‘crazy Roman,’ as you call him, Mnason – would have even thought of breaking into the cave and entering ahead of Anthea? Theotimus was counting on our very piety to doom the girl, knowing we would do nothing to stop or affect the trial. Yes, I believe that Gordianus and the slave girl were nothing more or less than the agents of Artemis,” he declared, and that seemed to settle the matter.
As for the body of Theotimus, Antipater said that we should do nothing and simply leave it where it was. Either the Megabyzoi would soon find it – especially if some were in league with Theotimus, in which case they might or might not perceive the cause of his death, and either way would be unable to implicate Anthea or anyone else, and would almost certainly conceal the fact of his death – or his body would not be found for a very long time. In either case, it would seem that the head of the Megabyzoi, after making a foul and false accusation against Anthea, had vanished from the face of the earth. The people of Ephesus would draw their own conclusions.
“Everyone knows Theotimus was a puppet of the Romans,” said Mnason. “People will see his downfall and disappearance as a divine punishment, and a sign that the rule of the Romans and the traitors who support them is coming to an end. Perhaps … perhaps the death of my dear Chloe will serve a greater purpose after all, if it brings her beloved city closer to freedom.”
Antipater laid a comforting hand on the man’s shoulder. “I think you speak wisely, Mnason. Your daughter was a faithful servant of Artemis, and she will not have died in vain.” He turned to Eutropius. “I had hoped to stay longer in Ephesus, old friend, but the situation here makes me uneasy. With all that’s happened, I fear that anti-Roman sentiments are likely to turn violent. The faction that favours Mithridates will be emboldened; the Roman governor will feel obliged to react – and who knows what may happen? For my own sake, and for that of my young Roman companion, I think we should move on, and sooner rather than later.”
Eutropius nodded. “I, too, had hoped for a longer visit. But you’re right, Teacher – neither of you may be safe here. Tomorrow, let us all go together to the Temple of Artemis to make a special sacrifice of thanksgiving, and another sacrifice to ask the goddess to bless your travels, and then I shall see about booking passage for you and Gordianus to sail to your next destination.”
We all retired to our separate rooms for the night.
I was unable to sleep. The room was too bright. I drew the heavy drapes to shut out the moonlight and went back to bed. I tossed and turned. I stared at the ceiling. I buried my face in my pillow and tried to think of anything except Amestris.
I heard the door open quietly, then click shut. Soft footsteps crossed the room.
I looked up from the pillow. All was dark until she drew back the drapes and I saw her naked silhouette framed by moonlight. Before I could say her name, she was beside me in the bed.
I ran my hands over her naked body and held her close. “Blessed Artemis!” I whispered.
“Artemis has nothing to do with this,” said Amestris, with a soft laugh and a touch that sent a quiver of ecstasy through me.