"Come with me!" Zabaai led the way into his bedchamber, where Iris's battered body still lay amid the tangle of her shredded clothing. Tamar, in shock, still sat on the floor, her back against the bed, her eyes staring vacantly. The smell of blood in the hot, closed-up room was now quite apparent, and the flies buzzed noisily about the dead body.
The Roman governor, a small, plump man, looked upon Iris with open horror. He had met her on several occasions and remembered her as beautiful and gracious. The bile rose in his throat, and he gagged it back uncomfortably, ashamed of his entire sex in the face of this tragedy. "Your evidence is irrefutable," he said sadly. "Rome is not at war with Palmyra and her loyal citizens. We are the keepers of the peace. The men involved in this terrible incident will be found immediately, tried, and punished as quickly as possible."
'Today," came the harsh reply. "The sun must not go down upon those criminals unpunished. The soul of my sweet Iris cries out for justice, Antonius Porcius!"
"Be reasonable, Zabaai ben Selim," pleaded Antonius Porcius.
"/ am being reasonable!" thundered the Bedawi chieftain. "I have not sent my men into the city to cut the throats of every Roman soldier they happen upon. That is being reasonable, my lord Governor!"
Suddenly Tamar's eyes refocused, and she spoke. "I can identify the centurion involved, and his men, my lord Governor. I shall never forget his hellish eyes, for they were like blue glass. There was no feeling in them at all. None. They were blank. He had eight men with him, and their faces will haunt my dreams forever. I shall never forget!"
Antonius Porcius turned away, embarrassed. He was often a pompous man, but he was also a good man. The evidence before his shocked eyes was sickening. "My lady Tamar," he said gently, turning back to the woman on the floor. "You say that the men were auxiliaries, and of the Alae. How do you know this?"
"They were quite tall," Tamar said, "and very fair with yellow hair, eyes as blue as the skies above, and skin, where it was not brown from the sun, as white as marble. They spoke in guttural accents, as if Latin were not familiar, or easy for them, and they went upon horses, my lord Governor. Their clothing was the clothing of the legions. I am not mistaken, nor am I confused by my ordeal. I remember! I will always remember!"
He nodded, and then asked once more in a gentle tone, "You are quite sure that they understood fully who you were?"
"Both Iris and I explained carefully, slowly, several times. They were bent on mischief, my lord Governor. The centurion said Iris lied, that she was a-a-" Fearfully Tamar glanced toward her husband.
"A what?" demanded Zabaai ben Selim.
"A whore of Palmyra," Tamar whispered. Zabaai ben Selim howled his outrage at her words.
Antonius Porcius shuddered. "I must ask you this, my lady Tamar," he said apologetically with a glance of worry toward Zabaai ben Selim. "Who killed the lady Iris? Do you know, or can you remember?"
Beginning to shake with the shock once more, Tamar said, "Iris was taken by the centurion twice. It was he who killed her after he had finished the second time. I pretended to have expired from their attacks, and so they left me for dead."
"What could the child see?" the governor asked.
"She saw nothing, praise the gods!" Tamar replied. "However, she heard everything. The bed coverlets hid her from their lusting eyes. I shall always remember the confused look in little Zenobia's eyes. Those eyes asked a thousand questions I could not answer. What will this have done to her, Antonius Porcius? She has never known anything but kindness from this world."
The governor turned to Zabaai ben Selim. "Can the lady Tamar be made ready to travel? I will have the entire garrison assembled before the city walls. It will not be hard to find the guilty ones with such a witness. Only one of the auxiliary legions is from Gaul. The other one comes from Africa, and its men are as black as ebony."
"I want the centurion," Zabaai said quietly. "Do what you will with his men, but I want the centurion!"
Antonius Porcius agreed quickly, saying, "Only if you punish and execute him before the entire garrison. I want a severe lesson made of him so this will never happen again. We are better off without such scum!"
"I agree," Zabaai ben Selim replied.
"I will accompany the governor back into the city, my good cousin," the young prince said. "Will two hours be sufficient time for you to prepare the lady Tamar for her journey to justice?"
Before Zabaai ben Selim might reply Tamar said in a suddenly firm voice, "I will be ready, my lord Prince! If I live but one moment past the time I testify against those beasts it will be enough!"
Prince Odenathus embraced his cousin, then he and the Roman governor left the room. In the upper hallway they saw the child Zenobia, who had come from tier room, her mother's servant, Bab, trailing behind her. Odenathus stopped, greeting her in a kindly voice.
"Do you remember me, my small cousin?"
She stopped, and he was suddenly struck by her beauty. She was but eleven, he knew, but already she showed promise of becoming an incredibly beautiful woman in a city famed for its beautiful women. She had grown tall since he had last seen her some two years ago; but her body was still the flat and rangy one of a child. Her long hair, loose and free of any ribboned restraint, was as black as a clear night sky.
Odenathus reached out and stroked her head as he might his favorite hunting saluki, slipping his hand down to raise up her oval heart of a face. Her hair was soft, as was her pale-gold skin. Her eyes were incredible. Almond-shaped with long, thick black lashes, they were the dark gray of a thundercloud, yet within their depths he could see golden fires banked now by her grief. She had a straight little nose, and such a lovely mouth that he had to restrain himself from bending down to kiss her lips, reminding himself sternly that she was yet a child. Still, he thought regretfully, she was a very tempting nymph of a creature.
"I remember you, my lord Prince," Zenobia replied softly.
"I am sorry, Zenobia," he said helplessly.
It was then that the silvery thundercloud eyes flashed. "Why do you tolerate the Roman pigs within Palmyra?" she burst out angrily at him.
"The Romans are our friends now as they have ever been, my flower. This has been an unfortunate incident," he said smoothly, aware of his companion the imperial governor.
"Friends do not rape and murder innocent women!" she said scornfully. "You have become one of them, my lord Prince! A mincing and perfumed fop of a Roman! / hate them! I hate them, and I hate you also for allowing them to put a yoke about our necks!"
He could see her eyes were now filled to overflowing with shining tears, but before he could say another word she turned away fromhim, and ran, followed by her grumbling servant woman.
"Poor little girl," Prince Odenathus said sadly. "She was her mother's only child, and they were very close, Antonius Porcius. I can see how terribly she has been affected by this horrendous crime."
The Roman governor looked after the fleeing child. "Yes," he said. Rome had a bad habit, he thought, of making enemies.
Once the prince and the governor had returned to the city, Antonius Porcius called immediately into his presence the twelve officers who were attached to the two legions at his command. He carefully explained the situation to them, and then asked, "Will the officers of the auxiliary legions stand by us in this matter?"
"I guarantee my Africans," said the tribune of the ninth legion. "They detest the Gauls." His fellow officers nodded in agreement.