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pride. "For nineteen years. Fed her, wiped her, weaned her, and spanked her. Taught her to be a woman. And accompanied her all the way to Britannia-"
    "For her wedding to the commander of the Petriana cavalry, Marcus Flavius."
    "I saw it arranged in Rome."
    "A political or a love match?"
    "Both, of course."
    I am dissatisfied by an answer so obvious that it's no answer at all. "You avoid my question. Did she love her intended husband?"
    "It depends what you mean by love."
    "Mean? By the gods, was her motive passion or politics?"
    Savia looks at me speculatively. "I wish to help you, master, but confinement has confused my memory." Her eyes flicker around the room as quick as a bird, as if looking for a key to release.
    "I've just brought you out of confinement."
    "Only for this interview. I've done nothing to deserve that cell!"
    "You were imprisoned because you aided an enemy."
    "I was imprisoned because I saved my mistress."
    I ignore that comment for now. "Still, you'll answer when I ask," I warn grumpily. l can, of course, have her flogged.
    She refuses to be frightened, having sensed my lamentable sympathy for her gender and kind. "And I'll remember the past when I have a future."
    "You will speak now or be beaten until you do speak!"
    "And speak what?" she cries indignantly, as if it is I instead of she in the wrong. "The truth, or the cries of a whipped slave?"
    I grimace. But I'm also amused, and struggle not to show it. She's watching me like a sly dog, knowing she is valuable property and a waste to feed in prison. Moreover, I need her story. So I employ silence. Nothing so prompts a companion to speak.
    "I'm sorry," she amends. "It's horrid and dirty in my cell."
    So I visibly soften, to soften her. "Then help me learn the fate of your mistress."
    She leans forward. "I can help most if you take me with you!"
    "I have no use for an old maid."
    "Then take me and sell me! But it's better to keep me! Look at yourself. You 're as old as I am. You should be retiring to a farm. You could use me there."
    The last thing I need in the quiet of my life is this piece of spoiled baggage. Still, at the end of the day the horse will ride harder to the hay than to the whip. I pretend to consider this proposal. "I cannot afford another slave."
    "The garrison would almost give me away! I complain too much!"
    I laugh. "As if that is a recommendation!"
    "I eat too much, too! But I can cook. Better than your servant does now, judging from your scrawny frame."
    I shake my head, suspecting she's right. "Listen, impress me with the usefulness of your memory, and I will consider what you suggest. Agreed?"
    She sits back. "I'm very useful."
    "And you will answer my questions?"
    "I'll try, inspector."
    I sigh for effect, knowing full well why she'd like me to buy her. A slave enjoys the status of her master. "All right, then. Back to it. Was the marriage a love match?"
    She takes a moment to think this time. "It was a marriage of the upper class. Love is irrelevant, don't you think?"
    "Yet not the usual dowry."
    "It was the man who provided the coin this time, not the woman."
    "Marcus needed a good posting?"
    "He needed a new start."
    "And Valeria's father needed money?"
    "Being a senator is expensive. To entertain, to facilitate agreements-"
    "You understand these things?"
    She smiles. "I lived with Senator Valens longer than his wife."
    "And became maidservant to Valeria."
    "I instructed that child, as I said."
    It is disconcerting, the pride of this slave. No doubt she'd once bedded Valens and was smug with the memory of coupling with a patrician. And Christians! It's their god that gives them their impudence. Their serenity can be infuriating.
    "You lived with this woman daily, "I try again. "Was she in love or not?"
    "She barely knew Marcus. They'd only met once."
    "Her reaction?"
    "He was handsome. But old, to her eyes. Thirty-five to her nineteen."
    "Yet she did not object?"
    "She encouraged the union. She dressed for Marcus, charmed