From
Chapter 12
Imperial
Palace, February 420
“Brother, you missed
the morning audience and the day’s prayers.” Pulcheria’s gaze
pinned Theo as he traversed the corridor to his private rooms. The
boy emperor had grown into a man during the past five years. Riding,
hunting, and sword practice honed his body and gave him an animal
grace. He would never be a burly man, but her brother was handsome
and healthy.
He turned; a blush
crept up his neck to suffuse his face. “My apologies, Sister.
Paulinus invited me to spend the day. We rode and dined at his
father’s estate.” His eyes took on a wary cast. “I told the
Master of Offices. Did he not inform you?”
“Of course.” Little
or nothing happened in the palace that she did not know of. When she
took over running the household after Antiochus’ retirement, she
also took over his network of informants among the servants. As
government absorbed her time, over the past couple of years she had
turned more and more responsibility for running the palace over to
Arcadia. Luckily, her younger sister showed an admirable talent for
organizing, and took to the tasks willingly. Pulcheria did not want
another eunuch meddling in her life.
She took her brother’s
arm as they walked towards his rooms. At their posts, the
ever-present guards stared straight ahead. Servants retreated to the
walls to stand with downcast eyes as they passed. “I was
disappointed you did not see fit to tell me yourself.” She let him
squirm during the moments of silence that followed.
His mouth twisted into
a sulk. “I never get to leave the palace. I’m emperor and have
less freedom than any of my subjects. People attend me constantly.
Court ritual and Church obligations mark my hours, night and day.”
“God did not make you
emperor to constantly carouse and ignore His business on earth. You
were chosen and must fulfill your obligations to empire and Church.”
She patted his arm. “But I’m sure God did not intend you to have
no recreation to lighten your burden. You are just shy of nineteen.
Exercise and pleasant companionship are good for the soul, as well as
the body. What did you and Paulinus speak of?”
“Not much. Hunting.
Horses.” His voice trailed off.
Pulcheria gave him a
sharp look. Theo’s boyhood companions were a constant thorn in her
side. Her brother had a true and loyal heart. He lavished honors on
the boys and their families. Placitus had taken an important position
in Moesia and was thankfully gone from the palace, but Paulinus
shadowed Theo still. She suspected Isidorus coached the boy to bend
Theo to his will. She could almost feel Anthemius’ son lurking in
the shadows. She needed to keep a closer eye on Paulinus.
They arrived at the
brass-bound door marking Theo’s suite of private rooms. He
dithered, obviously not wanting to invite her in.
She dropped his arm to
confront him. “We have important news from Persia. May I come in?”
“What news?”
“Something not to be
discussed in the corridors!” She pursed her lips in exasperation.
What’s wrong with Theo?
“Fine. Come in.” He
opened the door and bowed her in.
His rooms were austere,
but not as monastic as her own. The walls of his personal audience
chamber sported frescoes of nature and hunting scenes. Niches which
normally held statuary contained fragrant pots of flowers grown
indoors over the winter. The lavenders teased her with the scent of
spring, still a month or two away. Pulcheria passed carved oak chairs
sporting purple cushions with gold tassels but chose to sit on a
bench devoid of padding.
Inside, Theo relaxed a
bit, taking one of the chairs across from her. Pulcheria glanced at
the servants. “Warm spiced wine for the emperor.”
Her action brought
another frown to Theo’s face. “I am capable of directing my
servants, Ria.”
“I know.” She
waited until the servants left the room. “It was my way of getting
us a little private time. The palace will soon be ringing with the
news.”
“Are you going to
tell me before the servants announce it?” His eyebrow rose in
imitation of her own when exasperated.
“King Yazdgard
executed a Christian bishop and several of his followers.”
“What?” Theo leapt
to his feet and started pacing—echoing another of her habits. His
cheeks turned red again, this time with the hot blood of anger. “How
dare he execute Christians? We have a treaty!”
Pulcheria’s fears
that the Hellenes led her brother to light-mindedness receded. She
had been unaware she carried such a burden until it lifted like a
weight from her shoulders. She should never have doubted her
brother’s faith and dedication to the Church, having raised him in
piety. His occasional small rebellion was a function of his youth and
vigor, to be expected. I should find him a suitable wife soon, one
without the burden of too many family connections. It is time he
fulfilled his dynastic obligations and produced an heir.
“The bishop destroyed
a state Zoroastrian fire-altar. He and his followers did not repent.
I’m afraid Yazdgard had little choice but to execute them. However,
we must be on our guard and object to any further persecution of our
co-religionists.”
“I don’t
understand.” Theo sat, a frown puckering his brow. “We’ve been
at peace with Persia for years. Prefect Anthemius insured Christian
freedom from persecution in exchange for granting the same rights to
Persians in our lands.”
She reached across a
low marble table to grab his hand. It was imperative Theo understand
her next point. “Brother, it is time your people see their emperor
not just as Protector of the Empire, but Protector of the Faith. We
will meet with our generals tomorrow to plan our strategy. I hope to
avoid further bloodshed, but if Yazdgard pursues Christians, we must
respond. This will not be a normal skirmish about borders or trade.
If it comes to it, this will be a holy war.”
“I understand, Ria.”
He squeezed her hand, looking grim. “Now I must repair to bed. Only
a few hours until midnight prayers.”