days when men give me such gifts for my favors, and you are a priest anyway. If that was what you wanted, you would have to be much subtler. I think far more to the issue is the fact that I am Byzantine and you are Roman. What is it you are looking for?"
He was amused by her directness and forbore from telling her that he was not Roman but Aretino, to him an important difference, but not to her.
"You are right, of course," he conceded, looking her up and down slowly, with candid appreciation. "As for your favors, I would rather earn them than buy them. What is purchased is of little worth, and has no taste to linger in the mind."
He was delighted to see the color in her cheeks and realized that he had momentarily disconcerted her. He met her eyes boldly. "What I want is for you to recommend a good physician for the deposed and now exiled subpatriarch Cyril Choniates, who is presently quite seriously ill in the monastery at Bithynia. I have Anastasius Zarides in mind. I believe your influence would be sufficient to have the abbot send for him."
"It would," she agreed, her golden eyes quickening with interest. "And why do you care in the slightest what happens to Cyril Choniates?"
"I wish the union with Rome to proceed with as little bloodshed as possible," he answered. "For Rome's sake-as you wish it for Byzantium's. I have an addendum to the treaty of union which I believe Cyril will sign, even though he has refused the main agreement. If he did, then the many monks loyal to him would do so as well. It will be a break in the resistance, perhaps sufficient to bring peace."
She thought for several minutes, turning away from him to stare at the window and the magnificent view across the rooftops toward the water.
"I assume that this addendum will never be added to the agreement," she said at last. "At least the main body of it will not. Perhaps a sentence or two, with Cyril's name, and those of as many of his followers as you may obtain?"
"Precisely," he agreed. "But it will bring peace. We do not want any more martyrs to a cause which cannot succeed."
She measured her words very carefully. "There are two of you, are there not? Legates from the pope in Rome?"
"Yes..."
"Is your companion aware that you have come to me with this?"
She might already have the answer, and to affirm it would be an unnecessary lie. "No. We are not allies. Why do you ask?" He kept the irritation out of his voice.
Her smile widened, vivid with amusement. "Cyril will not sign anything for you."
He felt a chill and a sudden awareness that she was playing, manipulating him far more than he was her. "Have you some other suggestion?" he asked.
She turned to face him, looking up at last, her gaze steady. "What you need is Cyril's silence, and word that he agreed, which he cannot contest."
"Why would he not contest it, if as you say he will not agree?"
"He is ill. He is also old. Perhaps he will die?" She raised her superbly arched brows.
Was she really suggesting what he thought? Why would she? She was Byzantine to the core and against anything and everything Roman.
"I shall recommend Anastasius," she went on. "He is known to be a clever physician, and still resolutely Orthodox. In fact, he is a good friend and something of a disciple of Bishop Constantine, the most Orthodox of all the bishops. I myself will provide him with a medicine to help poor Cyril."
He let out his breath slowly. "I see."
"Possibly you do," she agreed skeptically. "Are you sure you would not prefer that Bishop Vicenze should take this document to Cyril after all? I shall suggest it to him, if you wish."
"Perhaps that would be a good idea," Palombara said slowly, the blood roaring in his ears. "I would owe you much."
"Yes." Her smile widened. "You would. But peace is in both our interests, even in that of Cyril Choniates, if he were but well enough to see it. We must do for him what he cannot do for himself."
Chapter 29-30
Twenty-nine
ANNA ENTERED ZOE'S ROOM EXPECTING TO FIND HER ill and was surprised when Zoe walked toward her with all the grace and vitality of a woman on the verge of a huge endeavor.
"I am obliged you came so quickly," she said to Anna, regarding her with