"You're right; I can't see how the amphora will be of any use to us. I can't see how any of this helps us." Especially, I thought, since all the circumstantial evidence points directly to your guilt, my son! "Still, it's unthinkable that a man of Caesar's experience and judgment should have stood by and allowed a vital piece of evidence, like the amphora, to become hopelessly tainted."
"Perhaps you haven't noticed, Papa, but Caesar doesn't do his best thinking when he's in the presence of the queen."
"Meto! Keep such thoughts to yourself."
"Does it really matter what I say, Papa, or think, or do? This will be the end of me. I didn't try to poison Caesar, but I shall nevertheless be punished for the crime. Perhaps it's fitting. I stood by and did nothing when that Gaulish boy who haunts my dreams was orphaned and made a slave. No, that's not true-I joined in the slaughter with my sword, and with my stylus I celebrated that slaughter by helping Caesar write his memoirs. Now I shall die for something I never did. Can you hear the gods laughing, Papa? I think the deities who hold sway over Egypt must be just as capricious and cunning as our own gods."
"No, Meto! You will not be punished for a crime you didn't commit."
"If it amuses the gods, if it pleases Caesar, and satisfies Queen Cleopatra-"
"No! I shall find the truth, Meto, and the truth shall save you."
He laughed without mirth and wiped a tear from his eye. "Ah, Papa, I have missed you!"
"And I have missed you, Meto."
CHAPTER XXIII
"You understand that I allow this only because Caesar requests it." The queen sat upon her throne in the reception room on the island of Antirrhodus, looking down her nose at me. When I had visited her earlier that day, accompanied by Merianis, I had been admitted informally into her presence; the atmosphere of this second visit was very different. The marble floor was hard against my knees, and I felt a distinct chill in the room, even though the afternoon sun shone brightly outside. "Apollodorus and Merianis are my subjects. You have no right to interrogate them."
"The word interrogation implies hostile intent, Your Majesty. I ask only to speak to them. I wish only to establish the truth-"
"The truth is self-evident, Gordianus-called-Finder. For reasons known only to himself, your son sought to poison someone earlier today-perhaps Caesar, perhaps me, perhaps both of us. If you want the truth, interrogate him."
"I've questioned Meto already, Your Majesty. But only by questioning all who were present can I establish the exact sequence of events-"
"Enough! I've told you already that I shall allow this, but only because Caesar himself has asked me to indulge you. Whom would you speak to first?"
"Merianis, I think."
"Very well. Go to the terrace outside. You'll find her there." Merianis was leaning against the low railing, gazing at the skyline of the city across the water. She turned at my approach. Gone was the cheerful expression I had come to take for granted. Her face was troubled. "Is it true what they say?"
"What do you mean, Merianis?"
"The army under Achillas is on its way to the city. It could arrive in a matter of hours."
"So Caesar tells me."
"Things are coming to a head, then. There'll be no more of this dancing about. Caesar will have to choose between them. Then we shall see a great deal of dying."
"Caesar's choice would be to see the king and queen reconciled, without bloodshed. He still seems to believe that's possible."
She looked at me for a long moment, then lowered her eyes. "This isn't what you've come to talk about."
"No. I want to understand what happened this morning."
"You were there. You saw. You heard."
"You were there, as well, Merianis. What did you see? What did you hear?"
She turned her gaze back to the city. "I'm sorry about your son, Gordianus."
"Why be sorry for him, if you believe he tried to poison the queen?"
"I'm sorry for your sake, Gordianus. I'm sorry that Egypt has brought you such tribulations."
I tried to look her in the eye, but she kept her face turned from me. "When the queen decided that the wine should be tasted, she sent you to fetch Zoe. Where did you find her?"
"In her room, adjacent to the queen's private quarters."
"Not in the kitchens?"
"Of course not! A taster is never allowed anywhere near the kitchens. A taster must never eat anything that can't be accounted for. Zoe was alone in her room. Like myself, she was attached to the temple of Isis."
"Not a priestess?"
"No, a temple slave. Her life was consecrated to the goddess. Her duty to taste the queen's food was a sacred duty. The rest of her time was spent in contemplation of the goddess."
"The clay vessel Zoe brought with her-where did that come from?"
"It was her private drinking cup, to be touched by no one else. Any liquid Zoe tasted for the queen would first be poured into that cup."
"So the keeping of the cup was one of Zoe's duties?"
"Yes."
"And you never touched it?"
Merianis at last looked me in the eye. "Why do you ask such a question?"
"Why do you not answer?"
"You told the queen this was not an interrogation."
"How do you know that? Were you there, concealed behind a curtain, when I was on my knees in the queen's reception room?"
She stared across the water and made no answer.
"You were! And then you hurried here, so as to be waiting for me." I shook my head at such a petty deceit. "Is that a tear on your cheek?"
Merianis wiped it away.
"Is it Zoe you cry for?"
"No. Her death was a holy death. She earned the gratitude of Isis and the gift of eternal life. I envy her."
"Do you, Merianis?
I think perhaps you've done as much, if not more, for the queen."
"What do you mean?"
"You're very loyal to her. Is there nothing you would refuse to do for her?"
"I would die for the queen!"
But would you kill for her? I thought. Or help to send an innocent man-my son-to his death? "When Zoe was dying in the queen's arms, Cleopatra called you to her side. You spoke in whispers. What was said?"
"You go too far, Gordianus! You have no business to inquire about words spoken privately between the queen and myself."
"She was telling you something, or asking something of you. I saw the way you looked at Meto. Then you went to fetch Apollodorus. What did the queen say to you, Merianis?"
"To repeat words spoken in confidence by the queen would be to commit sacrilege. Even your great Caesar can't compel me to do that!"
"Caesar isn't asking you. I am."
Merianis shook her head. "If I could save your son, Gordianus-" "Then something was said, something you can't reveal-something that might save Meto."
Merianis sighed, then drew back her shoulders and turned to face me. If some struggle had taken place within her, it was over now. Her expression was serene and opaque, as unreadable as that of the Sphinx. "The ways of the gods are sometimes obscure to us mortals, Gordianus, but the righteous submit to their will and learn not to question. Don't ask me again what the queen said to me in that moment."
"Please, Merianis-"
"I understand that you wish to speak to Apollodorus as well. Follow me."