17
After a vigorous session with Nikolaos, Argolicus rested by the fountain. The afternoon sun dappled the water. Nikolaos came from the kitchen, trailed by Severa and a kitchen slave carrying a tray of light refreshments.
“Severa,” Argolicus said. The girl looked like a different person from the child he’d found on the streets. She looked healthy. But most of all, contentment shone in her eyes.
“Argolicus, my protector,” she said. “I’m so glad you are here. Your mother is kind, I like it here. But having you here is like a treat because I can see you with my eyes and remember your kindness. And, you talked to my parents. I never want to see them again.” Her eyes flashed in anger. Then the anger left as she poured honeyed wine into a glass. “This is for you. I saw you come in from your
