a mockery of those who are truly sorry, and have paid long and bitterly."
"I asked no payment of her, except humility and obedience to the Church," he retorted. "You have sins also, Anastasius. It ill becomes you to judge when you yourself have neither confessed nor repented. I don't know what your sins are, but they are heavy and deep. I know that, because I see it in your eyes. I know you ache to confess and find absolution, but your pride holds you prisoner, and you cling to it rather than to the Church."
She said nothing, almost breathless with the accuracy of his blow, deep as the bone, shocking her with pain.
He sat up, his hand on her wrist, his face close to hers. "You are in sin, Anastasius. Come to me and confess, in humility, and I will give you pardon."
She was frozen inside, as if he had in some profound way assaulted her. She could only remove his fingers from her arm and straighten the bottles on the table, then turn and leave, walking in a daze of misery and wild, twisting confusion. Never in her life had she felt more absolutely alone.
Chapter 80-82
Eighty
IT WAS AUTUMN OF 1280, A MONTH AFTER THE WEDDING, before Anna saw Theodosia again. They passed in the street without speaking, and Anna felt strangely snubbed, while being quite aware that it was foolish of her. They had not been friends; they had shared an experience of deep pain in Theodosia's life, and it was easy to understand why she would avoid someone who had seen her at her most vulnerable.
She stood in the street, the wind harsh in her face. Perhaps Constantine was right. Did Anna fail to forgive Theodosia because she could not forgive herself, for Eustathius and the child she had not wanted because it would have been his? It was she who was wrong, not Theodosia. She should go to her and apologize. It would be galling, bitter to swallow, but nothing less would make it right.
She started to walk again, urgently, even up the steepening incline, needing to have the apology made before her resolve weakened.
Theodosia received her reluctantly. She stood looking toward the window. Anna barely noticed that the room was more ornate than before, the floor newly tiled in marble, larger torch brackets gilded at the top.
"Thank you for coming," Theodosia said politely. "But I believe I told you last time you called that I have no need of your services." She turned and looked momentarily at Anna, and there was a curious emptiness in her eyes.
"I came to apologize to you," Anna said. "I presumed to think that you could not have been absolved for taking Joanna's husband from her when she was dying. That was arrogant of me to the point of absurdity. It is none of my business, and I have no right even to think it."
Theodosia shrugged slightly. "Yes, it is arrogant, but I accept your apology. I have the Church's absolution, and that is really all that counts." She half turned away.
Anna contradicted her. "Your face, your eyes, say that it doesn't count at all, because you don't believe it."
"It isn't a matter of belief, it's fact. Bishop Constantine said so," Theodosia replied tartly. "And, as you say, it is not your concern."
"The Church's absolution, or God's?" Anna refused to be dismissed.
Theodosia blinked. "I am not sure that I believe in God, or resurrection and eternity in your Christian sense. Of course I can't imagine time ending, no one can. It will go on, what else could it do? A kind of endless desert stretching without purpose into the darkness."
"You don't believe in heaven," countered Anna, "but surely what you have described is hell? Or one kind of hell, if not the deepest."
Theodosia's voice was tinged with sarcasm. "Is there deeper than that?"
"The deepest would be to have held heaven in your hands and let it slip away, to have known what it was and then lost it," Anna replied.
"And would the God you believe in do that to anyone?" Theodosia challenged. "It's bestial."
"God doesn't do it," Anna answered her without hesitation.
Theodosia's voice was harsh with pain. "Are you saying I did that to myself?"
Anna opened her mouth to deny it, then realized it was dishonest. "I have no idea," she said. "Did you have heaven, or only something that was good, and at least a belief in joy in some reachable future?"
Theodosia stared at her, anger, confusion, and grief