"Zenobia, my dear, what is it?" she asked.
Zenobia looked into unexpectedly familiar blue eyes, deep-blue eyes, and cried, "Who are you?"
"I am Dagian," was the gentle answer. "I am your friend."
"Dagian who?"
It was then that Dagian understood what had happened, and closing her eyes a moment, she sighed softly before saying, "I am Dagian, wife to the late Lucius Alexander."
"You are the mother of Marcus Alexander Britainus?" Zenobia's voice was accusing.
"I am," came the quiet reply.
"How could you practice such a deception on me?" Zenobia demanded, and then, turning to her daughter, said, "Mavia, my darling, run and find Charmian." The child looked up to protest, but, seeing the angry look upon her mother's face, she rose and ran off. The Queen of Palmyra turned back to the older woman. "Is not your son's child enough for you? Must you steal my daughter away too?"
"Marcus has had no children here in Rome," Dagian replied.
"No children? The emperor says differently! Tell me, Dagian, did your traitorous offspring spawn a son or a daughter upon Aurelian's niece?"
"Carissa died in childbirth, and her infant with her."
"Surely the emperor has other nieces," Zenobia said sarcastically.
"If I did not know how badly my fool of a son had hurt you, Zenobia, I should slap you!" Dagian said vehemently. "Sit down now, and I will tell you the truth of the matter-unless, of course, you prefer to clutch your outrage to your bosom for the rest of your life!" Dagian gestured impatiently toward a marble bench in a small, secluded grotto in the garden and, suddenly wordless, Zenobia sat. Her companion settled herself next to her.
"When Marcus arrived home his father was dying. Now knowing that Marcus had already betrothed himself to you, Lucius had arranged with the emperor that our eldest son marry Carissa. My husband very much wanted to see his heir safely married before he died.
"Marcus, of course, told me that he could not marry the emperor's niece; that he was betrothed to you, that he loved you. He went immediately to Aurelian; but Aurelian refused to allow Marcus to break the contract made by my husband. He insisted that my son marry his niece. He threatened terrible things against our family if Marcus refused to marry Carissa. Marcus had no choice at that point. He had to wed Carissa.
"Immediately after they were married she told him she was pregnant with the emperor's child. She mocked him with the knowledge. Carissa was a terrible creature, Zenobia! My son despised her, for she was evil incarnate."
Zenobia was stone-faced. "Could he not have written to me, Dagian? When he left Palmyra I sent with him an escort of my personal guard, who were to bring back messages from Marcus at each port. The last of those messengers never returned."
"Because he was murdered, Zenobia! After the wedding my husband died. Marcus had planned that I should go back to Britain with my younger son, Aulus, and then he planned to leave Carissa and return to you in Palmyra. The emperor, however, knew every move we tried to make, and stopped us at the gates of Rome. Aurelian wanted a hostage to insure Marcus's good behavior, and what better hostage than a man's mother? As a last resort Marcus decided to send the final messenger back to Palmyra. He should have done it earlier, I agree, but he was afraid of compromising the family. When he sent for your man, our majordomo found him dead in his quarters, his throat slit while he slept. My son was trapped, unable to communicate with you."
A sob escaped Dagian's lips, and she brushed away the tears of remembrance that were beginning to fall. Instinctively Zenobia reached out and patted Dagian's arm. Dagian caught the younger woman's hand and clutched it. "My son was so terribly unhappy," she continued. "Then before Aurelian left for the East he told Marcus that he might have had Carissa marry any one of a number of eligible patrician men; but that he had chosen Marcus deliberately because he was your betrothed. He knew of your hatred for Rome because of your mother's murder years back, and he sought to rekindle that hatred so that you would rebel. The emperor wanted Palmyra back, not as a client kingdom, but as a province."
As the enormity of the betrayal slammed into her, Zenobia asked in a low, tight voice, "Are you telling me that Aurelian deliberately separated me from Marcus in order to take Palmyra from me?"
Dagian nodded.
"Then he is a bigger fool than I anticipated," Zenobia said coldly. "I fully intended declaring my son Augustus of the East long before Marcus left me. I did not, however, plan to do it until after Marcus and I were married. The news of your son's marriage to the emperor's niece left me with no reason for delay, and so I made my declaration in Alexandria." She laughed bitterly. "No, Dagian, I must accept full responsibility for my actions; but I will have my revenge upon Aurelian. Already because I am his mistress he grows to trust me. He will find in the end that that was a mistake."
"Marcus has never stopped loving you, Zenobia," Dagian said quietly.
"I am no longer the woman that Marcus loved," Zenobia said somewhat sadly. "Marcus loved a queen, a woman with pride and spirit. I am no longer a queen, and I have eaten the ashes of my pride in order to survive, in order to save my children. I can never forget that, nor can I forget the things that I must do in order to continue to survive. As long as Aurelian lives there is no hope for Marcus and me. I have not yet the friends nor the power to destroy him, but eventually I will."
Dagian looked upon Zenobia with wondering eyes. "My child, you will destroy yourself," she said.
"If I can destroy Aurelian in the process then it will be worth it," Zenobia replied.
"What of Mavia?"
"She has you," Zenobia said, "and she has her brother in Cyrene."
"She has her father too," was Dagian's answer, "but she needs both her mother and her father, my dear."
"It is impossible," was the adamant reply.
"No, it is not!" Dagian declared. "See Marcus! See my son!"
"Are you mad, Dagian? Where? Where will we not be seen and spied upon? Aurelian lives in terror that Marcus will reclaim me. When I first came to the villa he even lied to me about his niece's child, pretending that it was alive and well. He is beginning to trust me. He has even offered me marriage upon poor Ulpia Severina's death."
"You would not marry him?" Dagian was shocked.
"I will do what I must to be revenged!" Zenobia cried passionately, and Dagian closed her eyes in agony.
"Once," she said, "my son's failure to act quickly caused a separation that has brought you both great pain. You have been given a second chance, Zenobia. Do not let your lust for revenge wantonly destroy what the gods have so generously given you both!"
"The gods!" Zenobia laughed harshly. "Do you know what I was called by my people, Dagian? I was called the beloved of the gods; beloved of my people, and of the two men who loved me." She laughed again, and the bitterness in the sound scalded the older woman. "I honored the gods all my life, but they deserted me! If it appears that they have given me a second chance it is only so they may take it away!"
The tears sprang again to Dagian's eyes. In Zenobia's fierce and defiant words she could hear all the pain and hurt that the beautiful queen had suffered. Dagian wanted to reach out and clasp the younger woman to her bosom. She wanted to soothe her, and be a mother to her, and reassure her that everything would be all right; but she could not, for Dagian was not sure herself that everything was going to be all right.
Suddenly the silence of the grotto was broken by a man's voice. "Mother? Ah, there you are. I wondered where you had gotten to." Marcus Alexander Britainus stood within the entry of the little green hideaway.
Both women leapt from the marble bench, Dagian's hands flying to her heart, Zenobia turning pale at the sound of his voice. There was no escape! She tried to turn away, but Marcus's eyes were now used to the dimness and filling themselves with her.