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evening meal.
    Cornelia watched the shore advance towards them.
    It had changed little since she first visited Egypt, and how many years ago had that been? Flat, unbroken, and mostly featureless, the demarcation between land and water was obscured in a roiling heat haze. A few obelisks poked up from among nondescript rooftops. The obelisks appeared to bend and twist in the heat, as if they were being melted.
    As the Minotaur slid past the lighthouse, between the breakwaters, and into the harbor, Cornelia wondered whether she were dreaming. The bright, wavering scene reminded her of a reflection on water. If she put her hand out, it would all dissolve in ripples and she would wake.
    She directed her gaze toward the crystal-clear waters of the harbor. A lion with the head of a man swam through the depths and vanished under the hull. Then she was looking down on a street lined with pink granite columns. There were monuments too. She drifted above the city like a bird. She let out a gasp of astonishment.
    A startled Peter cut short his ramblings on the possibility of finding nets to catch fresh fish. “Mistress? Are you ill? It’s this dreadful heat! Should you not sit down?”
    The servant’s voice brought her back to reality. She remembered the sunken grounds of the ancient palace, the result of the endless series of earthquakes Alexandria had suffered. She pointed this new, exotic sight out to Peter, who was almost as delighted as he had been by the lighthouse.
    Within the hour, the crew was tying the Minotaur to a dock swarming with raucous humanity. Even then, Cornelia could not quite banish the feeling of unreality, that she had one foot in the present and the other in the past.
    ***
    While the ship was being secured John was accosted by Nikodemos. The ship’s captain was a powerfully built man with skin sunburnt so dark he resembled a bronze bust of an emperor.
    “Lord Chamberlain, my instructions were to transport you to Alexandria and so my business is now complete.” He gave a slight bow. “Let me add that I’ve never before carried a passenger by command of the emperor. It has been an honor.”
    “The emperor is not one to waste time when important matters are concerned.”
    “True, sir.” Nikodemos regarded John with a keen gaze and abruptly changed the subject. “You’ll find this is a fascinating country. The old ways linger and not just in heathen outposts. I’ve heard there are still many in Egypt who worship the sun god of old. Some have said to me that such heretics deserve nothing more than immediate execution and being left out in the open so ravens can dine on their eyes.”
    John was silent.
    “Such vengeful talk must make the patriarch and his bishops become heaven’s runners,” Nikodemos pressed on, “racing to their churches to pray for the souls of both sinner and sinned against.”
    John noted the slight emphasis Nikodemos had placed on certain words.
    Sun god. Raven. Heaven’s runners.
    All of them connected with his own god, Mithra, the Lord of Light whose cult was popular with military men and former military men such as John.
    Cornelia had mentioned Captain Nikodemos was also one such.
    “I wouldn’t want to be a runner in this sun,” John replied. “Rather I’d seek shelter underground.”
    Nikodemos looked relieved. “It’s true then. You are a follower too.”
    “How did you know?”
    “I overheard the big bear of an excubitor who escorted you on board mention Mithra.”
    Someone called the captain’s name.
    Nikodemos grunted. “Must be trouble or else they wouldn’t be looking for me.”
    “Perhaps they need you to knot the ropes.”
    Nikodemos allowed himself a slight smile. “I’m sorry we can’t talk longer. I ask no questions, you understand, but in any event I’ve given back your servant his fare and that of your wife.”
    “There was no—”
    “Since they were required to pay their own way, I suspect you’ll need the coins. Don’t worry, if I see you