symptoms. Then she examined the painful rash that spread across Euphrosane's back and lower abdomen. She seemed to have a slight temperature and was clearly both embarrassed and distressed by her condition. Her eyes never left Anna's face, always waiting for the verdict, trying to interpret every expression.
Finally she could bear it no longer. "I go to confession every other day, and I know of no sin of which I have not repented," she exclaimed. "I've fasted and prayed, but nothing comes to my mind. Please help me!"
"God does not punish you for what you can't help," Anna said quickly, then immediately wondered at her daring. That was her own conviction, but was it the doctrine of the Church? She felt the blood burn up her face.
Euphrosane's logic was perfect. "Then I must be able to help it," she said plaintively. "What haven't I done? I have prayed to Saint George, who is the patron saint of skin diseases, but he is patron saint of a lot of things. So I have also prayed to Saint Anthony the Abbot, just in case I should be more specific. I attend Mass every day, I go to confession, I give alms to the poor and offerings to the Church. Where have I fallen so far short that this has happened to me? I don't understand." She lay back on the couch.
Anna drew in her breath to say that it was nothing to do with sin of any kind, omission or commission, but realized that that might be viewed as heresy.
Euphrosane was still watching her, the sweat dampening her skin and making her hair lank. Anna must answer or lose Euphrosane's faith in her.
"Could it be that your sin lies in not trusting God's love enough?" she said, shocked at her own words. "I will give you medicine to take, and ointment to have your maid put on the blisters. Each time you do so, pray, and believe that God loves you, personally."
"How could He?" Euphrosane said wretchedly. "My husband died young, before he had achieved half the things he could have, and I did not even bear a child! Now I am afflicted with an illness so ugly no other man will want me. How could God love me? I am doing something terribly wrong, and I don't even know what it is."
"Yes, you are," Anna said vehemently. "How dare you dismiss yourself as useless or ugly? God does not need you to get everything right, because nobody is going to do that, but He does expect you to try, and to trust Him."
Euphrosane stared at her in wonder. "I understand," she said, the confusion gone. "I shall repent, immediately."
"And use the medicine as well," Anna warned. "He gave us herbs and oils, and intelligence to understand their purpose. Don't throw His gift back at Him. That would be ingratitude, which is also a very serious sin indeed." And it would make the whole exercise pointless, but she could not tell her that.
"I will! I will!" Euphrosane promised.
A week later, Euphrosane was completely healed, which made Anna wonder if perhaps much of her fever had been due to fear of an imagined guilt.
She went to report to Zoe, as asked, and this time she had to wait nearly half an hour before being admitted. She knew the moment she saw Zoe's face that she was already aware of Euphrosane's recovery. Quite probably she also knew how much Anna had been paid, but she could not afford to let her irritation show. She thanked Zoe again for the referral.
"What did you think of her?" Zoe asked casually. Today she wore dark blue and gold. With her warm hair and eyes, the effect was superb. There were times when Anna longed, with almost physical pain, to dress as a woman again herself and to ornament her hair. Then she could face Zoe on an even footing. She forced herself to remember Justinian somewhere in the sterility of the Judean desert, possibly even wearing sackcloth, and the reason she was here posing as a eunuch. Did he imagine she had forgotten him?
Zoe was waiting, her expression impatient. "Is your opinion of Euphrosane so bad you cannot answer me honestly? You owe me that, Anastasius."
"Gullible," Anna replied. "A sweet young woman, painfully honest, but easily persuaded. Obedient. Too fearful not to be."
Zoe's golden eyes opened wide. "So you bite," she said with amusement. "Be careful. You cannot afford to nip the wrong person."
The sweat broke out