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The best way to keep his promise to Proba now that he was free of municipal responsibilities was to start again tracking people who had done business with Quintinus. Now he wanted to go farther than grain, he wanted the personal business relationships.
At Proba's home, Kunimund and Eboric were as watchful as though the streets were filled with rioters. But, the morning was peaceful. Shopkeepers sold their wares, men chatted in small groups, slaves bustled on errands. It was as if the town had not experienced disruption.
“Argolicus,” Proba cried, grasping his hands in hers. She gushed, “You look better than you did yesterday. Venantius was abhorrent. I’m sorry I lost my temper. That session should have been between him and you. But, I’m not sorry because...”
“Proba,” Argolicus said,
