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Argolicus ate the cook’s midday meal in the peristylum. He broke off a piece of bread and dipped it into the egg salad with bits of cheese, leeks, vinegar, thyme, and coriander. He longed for a fountain, deciding that would be his first change to the house.
Nikolaos tended the transplants, which all stood upright in their new plot. “Soon the cook will have more herbs to add variety to your meals,” he said, brushing a leaf.
“This is good as it is,” Argolicus said, dipping another piece of bread into the salad.
“Tell me again about Sura,” Nikolaos said, rising from his plants and coming to sit beside Argolicus.
“There’s nothing to add. I suspect Bishop Braga put him up to it. He wouldn’t be so brash without feeling he had some kind of support. He came here with that nonsense about Se
