of honey in it," the eunuch told her. "Dissolve the honey well."
Helena hesitated.
"Please get it quickly," he urged.
Helena spun on her heel and left.
The eunuch busied himself putting more ointment on the burns, then binding them with cloths, but lightly. He was right; it took the heat away, and gradually the fearful pain subsided.
Helena returned with the wine. The physician took it and eased Zoe up gently until she was sitting and could hold the wine in her own hands. To begin with, her throat felt raw; but each mouthful was easier, and by the time she had drunk half of it, she could speak.
"Thank you," she said a little huskily. "How bad will the scarring be?"
"If you are lucky, keep the wounds clean, and the ointment on them, maybe there will be none at all," he replied.
Burning always scarred. Zoe knew that. She'd seen other people burned. "Liar!" she said between her teeth. Her body was stiff again, resisting his arms around her. "I saw the crusaders sack the city when I was a child," she told him. "I've seen fire burning before. I've smelled the stench of human flesh roasting and seen bodies you wouldn't recognize as having once been human."
There was pity in the eunuch's eyes as he looked at her, but Zoe was not sure whether pity was what she wanted.
"How bad?" Zoe hissed at him again.
"As I told you," he replied calmly. "If you look after the wounds properly, and use the ointment, there will be no scarring. You must take care of them. The burns are not deep; that is why they hurt so much. Deep ones don't, but often they don't heal, either."
"I suppose if you come back in a day or two, you'll want paying twice," Zoe snapped.
The physician smiled, as though it amused him. "Of course. Does that trouble you?"
Zoe leaned back a little. Suddenly she was desperately tired, and the pain had eased so much, she could almost put it from her mind. "Not in the slightest. My servant will attend to you." She closed her eyes. It was dismissal.
Zoe did not remember much of the next few hours, and when she awoke in her own bed, it was the middle of the following day. Helena stood beside her mother, looking down, and the light through the window was clear and harsh on her face. Her daughter's skin was blemishless, but the sun picked out the hardening line of her lips and the faintest slackening of the flesh under her chin. Helena's brow was puckered with anxiety. She smoothed away all sign of it as soon as she realized Zoe was awake.
Zoe looked at her coldly. Let her be afraid. Deliberately Zoe closed her eyes again, shutting her daughter out. The balance of power between them was changed. Helena had caused her both pain and terror, and the terror was worse. Neither of them would forget that.
The burning in her legs was no more than discomfort now. The eunuch was good. If he was right and there was no scarring, she would reward him well. It could also be profitable to cultivate his acquaintance and his gratitude by finding him other patients. Physicians found themselves in places others did not. They saw people at their most vulnerable; they learned their weaknesses, their fears, just as this one had learned Zoe's. He might also learn their strengths. Strength was a good place to attack because no one expected it. People did not realize that their strengths, if nurtured, praised, carried to excess, could also become their undoing.
She was intensely aware that she could have been crippled by the burning, even killed. If she waited any longer to begin her revenge, it could be too late. Something else might happen to her.
Or there was always that other unwelcome possibility-her enemies might die naturally, in their own beds, and she would be robbed of the victory. She had waited so long only that the full flavor might be realized. Before her foes had returned from exile and gained power and wealth in the new empire, there would have been no point. If they had nothing to lose, no riches to hold on to, vengeance would have no sweetness.
She breathed out slowly and smiled. It was time to begin.
Six
ANNA LEFT THE HOUSE OF ZOE CHRYSAPHES WITH A SOARING sense of achievement. At last she had been able to use her hard-won skills in the treatment of serious burns, which without the ointment from Colchis