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Rich Romans in their full togas stood at the corner wine shops； and respected my quick glance away with a simple nod as I passed。
Pray none of them would recognize me！ It was not a likely thing； by any means； and we were so far from Rome； and I had lived so long in my Father's house； happily reprieved by him from banquets and suppers； and even ceremonial gatherings。
The Forum was far larger than I had remembered from my brief glimpse。 When I came to the edge of it and beheld the huge square flooded with sun； flanked on all sides with porticoes or Temples or Imperial buildings； I was amazed。
In the canopied markets； everything was for sale； silversmiths grouped together； the weavers in their own place； the silk merchants in a row； and I could see down the side street that came in to my right that it was dedicated to the sale of slaves … the better slaves； who might never have to go to an auction block。
Far away I saw the high masts of the ships。 I could smell the river。 There stood the Temple of Augustus； its fires burning； its uniformed Legionnaires in lazy readiness。
I was hot and anxious； because my mantle kept slipping； in fact； all this silk seemed to slip and to slide； and there were many open wine gardens where women gathered in groups； chatting。 I could have found a place near enough to someone to have a drink。
But I had to have a household。 I had to have loyal slaves。
Now； in Rome； of course I had never gone to a slave market。 I would never have had to do such a thing。 Besides； we had so many families of slaves on our land in Tuscany and in Rome that we seldom if ever bought a new slave。 On the contrary； my Father had a habit of inheriting the decrepit and wise from his friends； and we had often teased my Father about the Academy； which did nothing in the slaves' garden but argue about history。
But now I had to act the shrewd woman of the world。 I inspected every quality household slave on display； quickly settled upon a pair of sisters； very young and very frightened that they were going to be auctioned at noon and go to a brothel。 I sent for stools and we sat together。
We talked。
They came from a small fine family household in Tyre； they'd been born slaves。 They knew Greek and Latin well。 They spoke Aramaic。 They were angelic in their sweetness。
They had immaculate hands。 They demonstrated every skill I required。 They knew how to dress hair； paint a face； cook food。 They rattled off recipes for Eastern dishes of which I'd never heard； they named different pomades； rouges。 One of them flushed with fear； and then said； 〃Madam； I can paint your face for you； and very quickly and perfectly！〃
I knew this meant I had made a mess of the job。
I also knew that； ing from a small household； they were far more versatile than our slaves at home。
I bought them both； the answer to their prayers； I demanded clean tunics of modest length for both of them； got the tunics； made of blue linen； though they weren't very fine； then found a roaming merchant with an armful of pallae。 I brought。 each sister a blue mantle。 They were in such happiness。 They were reticent and wanted their heads covered。
I had no doubt of them。 They would have died for me。
It didn't occur to me that they were starving until； while searching for other slaves； I heard a nasty slave dealer remind an impudent educated Greek that he would get no food until he was sold。
〃Horrors；〃 I said。 〃You girls； you're probably hungry。 Go to the cookshop in the Forum。 Look down the street。 See there； the scattering of benches and tables。〃
'Mone？〃 they said in dismay。
〃Listen； girls。 I have no time to feed you like birds from my hand。 Don't look any man in the eye； eat and drink what you want。〃 I gave them a seemingly shocking amount of money。 〃And don't leave the cookshop till I e for you。 If a man es to you； pretend to be in terror； bow your heads and protest as best you can that you don't speak his language。 If worst es to worst； go to the Temple of Isis。〃
They ran together down the narrow street towards the distant banquet； their mantles such a beautiful blue as they ballooned in the breeze that I can see it even now； the color of the sky streaking through the tight sweaty crowds beneath the jumble of canopies。 Mia and Lia。 Not hard to remember； but I could not tell them apart。
A low derisive laughter surprised me。 It was the Greek slave who had just been threatened with starvation by his Master。
He said to his Master：
'M right； starve me。 And then what will you have to sell'？ A sickened and dying man； instead of an unusual and great scholar。〃
Unusual and great scholar！
I turned and looked at the man。 He sat on a stool and did not rise for me。 He wore nothing but a filthy loincloth； which was plain stupidity on the part of the merchant； but this neglect certainly revealed that this slave was one very handsome man； beautiful in face； with soft brown hair and long almond…shaped green eyes； and a sarcastic expression to his pretty mouth。 He was maybe thirty years old； perhaps a little younger。 He was fit for his age； as Greeks like to be； having a sound musculature。
His brown hair was filthy； had been hacked off and around his neck by a rope was the most wretched small board I ever beheld； crowded with tiny cramped letters in Latin。
Pulling up the mantle again； I stepped up very close to his gorgeous naked chest； a little amused by his audacious stare； and tried to read all this。
It seemed he could have taught all philosophy； all languages； all mathematics； could sing everything； knew every poet； could prepare whole banquets； was patient with children； had known military service with his Roman Master in the Balkans； could perform as an armed guard； was obedient and virtuous and had lived all his life in Athens in one house。
I read this a bit scornfully。 He glared at me impertinently when he saw this scorn。 Impudently； he folded his arms just below this little plaque。 He leaned back against the wall。
Suddenly I saw why the merchant； hovering near； had not made the Greek rise。 The Greek had only one good leg。 The left leg below the knee was made of well…carved ivory； plete with carefully engraved foot and sandal。 Perfect toes。 Of course it had been pieced together； this fine ivory leg and foot； but in three proportionate sections； each girded with decorative work； and separate parts for the feet； nails defined and sandal straps exquisitely carved。
I had never seen such a false limb； such a surrender to artifice rather than a meager attempt to imitate nature。
〃How did you lose your leg？〃 I asked him in Greek。 No answer。 I pointed to the leg。 No answer。
I asked again in Latin。 Still no answer。
The slave trader was rising on his toes in his anxiety and wringing his hands。
〃Mistress； he can keep records； run any business； he writes in perfect hand； keeps honest numbers。〃
Hmmm。 So no mention of tutoring children？ I did not look like a wife and mother。 Not good。
The Greek sneered and looked away。 He said softly under his breath in piercing Latin that if I did spend money for him； I was spending it for a dead man。 His voice was soft and beautiful； though weary and full of contempt； his enunciation unaffected and refined。
I threw off all patience。 I spoke quickly in Greek。
〃Learn from me； you arrogant Athenian idiot！〃 I said； red in the face； and furious to be so misjudged both by a slave and a slave dealer。 〃If you can write Greek and Latin at all； if you have in fact studied Aristotle and Euclid； whose name you misspelled； by the way； if you have been schooled in Athens and have seen battle in the Balkans； if even half of this great epic is true； why wouldn't you want to belong to one of the most keenly intelligent women you'll ever meet； who'll treat you with dignity and respect in exchange for your loyalty？ What do you know of Aristotle and Plato that I don't？ I've never struck a slave in my life。 You pass up the one mistress to whom your loyalty might earn you any reward of which you could dream。 That tablet is a pack of lies； isn't it？〃
The slave was stunned； but not angered。 He sat forward； trying to appraise me further； without being obvious。 The merchant gestured furiously for the slave to rise to his feet； which the slave did； giving him an admirable height over me。 His legs were sound and strong up to the ivory limb。
〃What about telling me the real truth as to what you can do？〃 I said； switching to Latin。
I turned to the slave dealer。 〃Get me a pen to correct this； the spelling of these names。 If this man has any chance of being a teacher； these misspellings destroy it。 He looks like a fool for writing such。〃
〃I didn't have space enough to write！〃 declared the slave suddenly； whispering in perfect Latin fury。 He bent towards me； as if I should understand。
〃Look at this little tablet； if you're so keenly intelligent！ Do you realize the ignorance of this dealer here。 He has not sense enough to know he has an emerald； and thinks it a piece of green glass！ This is wretched。 I crammed here what generalities I could。〃
I laughed。 I was seduced and thrilled。 I couldn't stop laughing。 This was too funny！ The slave merchant was confused。 Chastise the slave and lower