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your stepson will soon be at ease."
    The Emperor of Iran and non-Iran paused. "Well . . . Not at ease , precisely."
    Belisarius' eyes widened a bit. "He's only ten years old, Your Majesty."
    Khusrau's face bore an expression of supreme smugness. "Romans. Such a primitive folk."
    * * *
    After his servants dressed him in his bedclothes, Photius nervously entered the sleeping chamber and found Tahmina already waiting for him. She was lazing on the bed, wearing her own nightgown. As soon as Photius entered, she smiled and patted the bed next to her. "Come, husband," she said softly.
    "I'm only ten years old," Photius managed to choke out.
    "Relax, I say," murmured his wife. She arose and led him gently to the bed. "Lie down."
    Photius did as he was commanded. He could not imagine doing otherwise. For all of Tahmina's poise and demure demeanor— how does she manage that, wearing nothing but a silk gown?— her hands upon him were strong and firm. She was bigger than he was, true. But it was more the certainty of her intentions, and the sheer beauty of her person—Maurice had been right, been right, been right—that drove him to obey.
    It seemed but an instant before she had him stretched out on the bed, herself alongside, and was gently caressing his little body. Slowly, Photius felt the rigidity leaving his muscles.
    "I'm only ten years old," he repeated. This time, more by way of an apology than an expression of terror.
    "Of course you are," murmured Tahmina. Gently, she kissed his forehead. "Relax, husband." She raised her head and smiled serenely down upon him, while her hands continued their caresses.
    "You will age. Soon enough, be sure of it. And when the time comes, you will not be anxious at all. You will know everything. About me. About you. It will be so easy."
    Photius thought she had the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. He felt like he was drowning in the darkness of her eyes.
    The rest of the night, until they fell asleep, was a time of wonder for him. Wonder of the body, partly. Ten years old is not too young for everything, after all, and Tahmina was as sensuous as she was beautiful. Her caresses felt more wonderful than anything Photius could imagine.
    But, mostly, it was wonder of the mind. He had never imagined it. Not once. That he might come to love his wife.
    * * *
    Within an hour after awakening the next morning, wonder turned to certainty. Ten years old was not, after all, too young for a man to understand that pleasures of the mind outweigh pleasures of the body.
    His wife turned out to be a genius, too. Such, at least, was Photius' firm conviction. Who else would know so many ways to thwart officious tutors?
    "And another thing," she explained, nestling his head into her shoulder. "When they start nattering about your grammar—"
    For the first time, Photius assumed the proper mantle of husbandly authority.
    "Hush, wife!" he commanded. He lifted his head, summoned his courage—Emperor of Rome!—and planted a kiss on his wife's cheek. After the evening and night, all those hours , it came almost easily to him.
    Tahmina laughed. "See? Not long!"
    * * *
    Some time later, again, Tahmina was gazing down upon him serenely.
    "You will have concubines," she said softly, "but I intend to see to it that you do not spend much time with them."
    Photius cleared his throat. "Uh, actually, concubines are not permitted under Christian law." A bit guiltily: "Not supposed to be, anyway."
    Tahmina's eyes grew very round. " Really? How odd!"
    The beautiful eyes narrowed a bit. "I will be converting, of course, since a Christian empire must have a Christian empress." Narrowed further. "I foresee myself a devoted convert." Slits. "A religious fanatic, in fact."
    Photius gurgled like a babe. "S'okay with me!"
    "It better be," growled his wife. A moment later, she was giving him a foretaste of the punishment which awaited Christian sinners.
    * * *
    And so the servants found them. The servants, and Julian.
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