Korinna

By Kristina O'Donnelly

Roman Republic enters its last days. In Anatolia (located in what is now Turkey), King Mithridates sees the Roman civil wars as an opportunity to overthrow Roman rule and have his own nation of Pontus, aided by Greeks, become the dominant power on the Mediterranean (and by extention the entire world).

In this tumultuous time, a young woman, Korinna, seeks to discover the truth about her background and a way forward in her life. Leaving the relative safety of the Temple of Artemis where she has been raised, she attempts to visit a friend in the Temple of Venus--and is accosted by Roman soldiers. This attempted rape bars her from a return to Artemis--but certainly makes Venus unattractive as well. Still, she finds her life manipulated by the powerful priestesses who may wish her well, but who are busy playing the larger game of empire, while colosal forces move around them.

Korinna finds temporary sanctuary when she claims to be the wife of a recently murdered Roman businessman. But setting herself up as a Roman in an era where Mithridates is enflaming passions between the Greek and Anatolian natives and the tens of thousands of Roman occupiers has its own dangers. Another danger is Tiberius--the Roman soldier who nearly raped her and who has developed an obsession for her. Korinna gradually overcomes the revulsion caused by the pain in their intial meeting, but she cannot imagine that the two will be able to stay together.

Author Kristina O'Donnelly continues her monumental series LANDS OF THE MORNING with an adventure set during one of the most fascinating eras in history. Korinna makes a compelling character as she grows from a spoiled girl seeking answers to her questions with no thought for consequences into a mature woman.

O'Donnelly weaves magic through her story--with partially remembered past lives going back to ANDROMAKHE and earlier, with friendly garden spirits, and with Korinna's eternal cat-companion all playing their roles. Still, although KORINNA is part of a series, it can be enjoyed independently, and the entire series can be read in any order.

Fans of historical fiction, of historical romance, and of the late Roman Republic will definitely want to grab KORINNA.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rob Preece
• Release date: Sep 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781602152120

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Lands of the Morning series

Kaleidoscopic and highly exotic, the pervading theme in the Lands of the Morning Series is love, as well as social justice, explored on every level, controversial, all-consuming, and ultimately, redeeming. The trials, tribulations and triumphs of three respective families are traced from their roots in the mists of pre-history. They are the Berks, Trojans, The Alkibiades', Achaeans, and The Kayhans, Turks.

Briefly, the general plot of Lands of the Morning is an arabesque fabric of international politics, contemporary and ancient history, mythology, ambition, passion, romance, triumph and tribulation, set against a tapestry rich in subtle reflections of the author's experiences in the Fourth Estate in Turkey and the USA. Skeins of exotic people, places and customs rooted in Turkey and branching out to Italy, Greece, Ireland, Israel, U.S.A., keeping the subplots interlaced with the fast-growing scheme of events, which climax in an unexpected denouement. The fruit of a lifetime of research and writing, this series is fiction based upon authentic, contemporary as well as historical backgrounds and events.

Locale and Time:

Korinna Daughters of the Fire, I, begins during the first of the three Mithriadic Wars fought between the Kingdom of Pontus and the Republic of Rome for control of Anatolia/Asia Minor, from 89 B.C. onward. Ephesus, Sardis and Pergamum, three famous cities of Antiquity, provide the stage upon which the novel revolves.

By Roman times, the matriarchal religion of Anatolia had changed, though the female principle was still dominant. The original mother-fertility goddesses were now identified with the love goddesses of Greece and Rome, Aphrodite and Venus.

Korinna, an orphan novice of Artemis, and the two Holy Women (priestess-prostitutes of Aphrodite) Melitta and Chrysanthé, born during a time of chaotic transition in Anatolian history that pitted not only nation against nation, but parent against child, were truly Daughters of the Fire that had swept this ancient land.

Cast of Characters (In order of Appearance)

Korinna: Novice in the temple of Diana-Artemis at Ephesus. Later, owner of the Gracchus Gold Works at Sardis. Lover of Tiberius. Driven to defy a woman's traditional, unquestioningly subservient role in order to be independent, to chart her own course in life. Proud of and motivated by for being named after Korinna, a 5th B.C. Greek poetess. Of the bloodline of the Trojan Andromache. Age 15 at onset of the novel.

Nefru: Korinna's best friend and protector. However, he is a cat, and people assume he is her familiar and she is a witch.

Thenis: Mentor of Korinna, High Priestess of Artemiseion, Temple of the Virgin Goddess Artemis/Diana in Ephesus. Supports King Mithriades. Age: mid-forties.

Tiberius: Born in Rome, Italy, Roman centurion in charge of spy operations in Asia Minor. Lover of Korinna. A man of honor and courage, but also hot-tempered, passionate, single-minded in his pursuits, and self-righteous. Devoted to Sulla. Son of the slain Roman general, Marcus. First cousin to Scaurus Gracchus of Sardis. Age 25 at onset of the novel.

Glaucus: Molester of Korinna. Friend of Tiberius. Overseer at Sardis gold refinery. Secret enemy of Lady Flavia Gracchus. Greek. Age: 30.

Septimus: Blood brother of Tiberius. Roman. Canny business manager of the Gracchus Gold Works in Sardis. Same age as Tiberius.

Melitta: Wealthy courtesan of Ephesus, renowned for her beauty and skills, addressed as Holy Woman because she serves Venus/Aphrodite. Spy for Greek interests in Asia Minor. Has a mysterious connection to Korinna. Age 30 at onset.

Scaurus: Cousin of Tiberius. Lover of Melitta. Purchaser of Korinna; owner of thriving gold refinery in Sardis. Roman. Honorable, courageous, with a gentle, loving heart. Age 31.

Chrysanthé: Powerful High Priestess of the Venus/Aphrodite Temple in Ephesus. Secret operative for Rome. Has a mysterious tie to both Melitta and Korinna. In charge of the Grove, where devotees of the Love Goddess and young women in need to earn a dowry service men in Her name. Age 44 at onset.

Ninus: Cupid-faced eunuch at the Artemiseion. Korinna thinks him a brotherly friend, but he has other ideas. Age: 15.

The Poet, a.k.a The Summoner, a.k.a The Recorder: Lydian Greek. Elusive spy and double-agent serving King Mithridates. Has a mysterious tie to Korinna. Age 43 at onset.

Althaia: Wife of the Poet; a healer; Greek. Age: late thirties.

Moira: Daughter of the Poet; his assistant theurgist and channeler of spirits; later, lover of Mithriades. Believes in that as indicated by her name, moira/fate, she is appointed as an instrument of the Fates. Age 13 at onset.

Amynta: Priestess and ambitious member of the Council of the Ephesian Venus-Aphrodite Temple. Greek. Devotee of King Mithriades. Plots to unseat Chrysanthé. Age: 25.

Flavia: Mother of Scaurus, widow of the Roman patrician Flavius brother of Marcus; Lydian Greek origin, yet loyal to Rome. Patroness of Korinna. Age: 52.

Harmonia: Devoted slave of Flavia, attendant on Flavia and Korinna. Greek. Age: mid fifties.

Isaura: Orphan, mute, young household slave. Greek. Age 10.

Valeria: A serene ghost in the house in Sardis.

Chloris: An ancestral spirit, hearkening to Andromache.

Syra: Former slave and mistress of Tiberius, housekeeper for Korinna in Pergamum. Gallic origin. Age: 25.

Sulla (Lucius Cornelius Sulla Felix) Roman Consul, General, and Dictator, Conqueror of Asia Minor, battling to dethrone Mithridates VI. Age: mid 40s at onset.

Manius Aquillius: Roman Consul, General, distinguished as having crushed a slave rebellion against Rome, in Sardinia. Commanding battles against Mithriades. His star on the fade. Age: late 40s.

Mithridates VI (or Mithriades): King of Pontus, brilliant and powerful enemy of Rome. Later, grandfather of Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt. Persian origin. Greek is the original language of his court; he endeavors to unite various kingdoms of different ethnic groups, under the umbrella of Hellenism. Under his reign, Pontus's reach and power threatens to surpass that of Rome. Age 44 at onset.

Historical Background

FOR A THOUSAND YEARS, the Greek conquerors of Troy held colonies in the land named Anatolia (present-day Turkey) known in Roman times as Asia Minor. The Greek-speaking western coast and the surrounding Aegean islands were called IONIA, and the northeastern land track of Anatolia bordering on the Euxine (Black Sea), was called PONTOS (the main).

As time marched on, the tracts claimed by the next conqueror, Rome, included this Western coast and most of the Aegean islands. Administration was by a Roman proconsul, with three legates under him. Ephesus was the chief seat of the provincial government, with Pergamum a close second. Rome reigned by military force and commercial enterprises so that taxation was soon levied by Rome, instead of Athens.

The Romans' political corruption and usurious taxes bled the Greek colonists until, by the time the kings of Pontos/Pontus originally an ally of Rome took advantage of the internecine war on the Italian peninsula, and began seizing portions of the province, the people were willing to accept anyone who liberated them from the Roman yoke.

The brilliant king of Pontus, Mithridates VI, called Eupator Dionysius, a.k.a. Mithridates the Great, grew to fame as one of Rome's most formidable enemies. The Kingdom of Pontus had been founded after the death of Alexander the Great, around 302 B.C., by Mithridates I Ktistes, son of Mithridates II of Kios (Mysia). Pontus was thenceforth ruled by a succession of kings, mostly bearing the same name, until 64 B.C.

Mithridates VI Eupator was ambitious, courageous, of great physical strength, and able to speak the languages of all the twenty-two nations he governed at his zenith. Among the territories he added to his kingdom was Crimea, and the northern shore of the Black Sea became Mithridates' protectorate. Then Colchis (modern Georgia) was swallowed up and soon after, western Armenia as well.

Mithridates' army juggernauted, expelling the Roman forces and taking over the Anatolians kingdoms of Bithynia, Cappadocia, the Bosporus and the Black Sea. In 89 B.C., he spread his rule to Rhodes and Greece. After Athens, much of southern Greece was brought under Pontic control, with the local populations initially happy to be free of Roman influence.

In 88 B.C., Mithridates decided to ensure the loyalty of his newly won regional allies. In Ephesus, he issued a proclamation ordering the massacre of all resident Romans in Asia Minor and surroundings. As a result, 88,000 (by some accounts, 100,000) Roman/Italian citizens, men, women, and children, also 70,000 of their slaves and freedmen, including any person who spoke with an Italian accent, were slaughtered.

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THE REMAINS OF EPHESUS, today, are an important archaeological site, located south of the modern Turkish coastal city, Izmir. The extensive ruins have been under excavation for many years, and are a lively tourist site. Portions of the marble city have been reconstructed on location. The great temple dedicated to Artemis/Diana, was one of the Seven Wonders of the ancient world. It is believed that the Virgin Mary, accompanied by St. Paul, came to Ephesus at the end of her life, ca. 37-45 A.D. In 1967, Pope Paul VI visited the site, where a chapel now stands welcoming visitors, and confirmed the authenticity of the legend. In addition, the Basilica of St. John is located near Ephesus. St. John lived the last years of his life here, and after his death, a shrine was built over his grave. Among other historical places to visit are the Library of Celsus and the Temple of Hadrian.

The golden city of SARDIS is rooted in history, as well. The semi-mythical, semi-historical King Croesus ruled from the throne of Lydian Sardis in the mid 6th century B.C.

PERGAMUM was already in existence around 1200 B.C. and claimed to have been founded by refugees from the Trojan War. In historical times a statue of its reputed Foundress, Andromache widow of Hector, stood on the acropolis. (See: Andromakhe, An Epic Novel of Troy and a Woman's Triumphant Valor.) Parchment, in its refined form, was first developed in Pergamum. The word parchment is a form of the name Pergamum. Pliny the historian called Pergamum the most illustrious city of Asia. It was the educational center of the region; the poet Homer and the father of history, Herodotus, studied and wrote in Pergamum. The ruins have been incorporated into modern Bergama, and are located a few miles inland from the port of Dikili.

Law of Antipeponthos

Antipeponthos is the ancient Greek term for Karma.

As every seed brings its equivalent fruit into the light, so every action bares its equivalent reaction and results. The choices that we make should be as conscious as possible and should be emanated from our Higher Self.

Chapter 1: Prey

PANIC SLAMMED AT KORINNA the instant she burst out of her gray-walled cell. The passage into the vast temple curved before her like a giant necklace strung with cells of the other girls. At its end, like a pendant, stood the many-breasted statue of Artemis, the Virgin Goddess, symbol of the temple but also of abundance, hunting and wild life. Making a quick curtsy as she ran by, she streaked through the sanctuary and out into the street.

Forced to pause, she had to blink several times to clear her sight. The deserted Sacred Way stretched far into the distance, sunlit, its whiteness shimmering with heat, blinding her after the dark temple. The columns bordering it stood like forbidding priestesses. She threw back a worried glance, first at the marble Goddess with her crown and a garland of flowers on her breasts, then at the temple, and smiled with relief: Good, no one was following her! Not even Nefru, the starving, gray calico kitten she had adopted last year and who proved himself invaluable by decimating the mice that plagued the premises. Just as importantly, Nefru intimidated and silenced the many garden spirits those invisible, mischievous beings that played havoc among the trees, shrubs, stones and fountains of these ancient grounds.

Drawing a deep breath for much needed courage, Korinna set out at a fast jog. Her knee-length green chiton had ample folds, allowing her freedom of movement without getting entangled. She had walked this way only yesterday with other temple servitors in honor of the new governor's arrival in Ephesus, so she had no fear of getting lost. The sense of suffocating within the musty walls of her cell was still prevalent. Nevertheless, venturing out into the big city terrified her. But her need was worse; it had grown steadily from the time she realized she was kept away from the other girls -- for what reason? Thankfully, today her mentor had left her alone for these few hours.

Her mind raced. Driven by terror though she was, she had to know the truth about herself. It was nothing new that she had neither parents nor other family. However, yesterday, Livia had insinuated terrible things about her origin.

Korinna had never been out without a chaperone, yet she knew that in the city footprints carved into the paving would lead her to Melitta's house, the one person who might enlighten her.

The Sacred Way, a marble-paved road, snaked onward from the Artemiseion to Ephesus, a major coastal city hearkening to the Trojan-era Carians and Lydians, today embracing 250,000 freedmen and slaves ruled by Rome. The Artemiseion, first started by King Croesus, had taken 120 years to complete. Through Ephesus, hailed goods from exotic China and the eastern provinces bound for Italy. Wide, paved avenues, huge public buildings, squares, and terraced mansions impressed visitors from the four corners of the world. Thus, the Romans referred to Ephesus as the first and greatest metropolis of Asia. She had been along the Sacred Way with other novices on festival days -- always guarded by mentors.

The Way into the city was long, dotted with small shrines, statues and foliage along the sides, and when she arrived there at last, she was perspiring and winded. The marble city and the smooth street were far larger and broader than she remembered from her last foray, disturbing her. The raised walkway was terrifyingly close to the houses that bordered it. Windows, some of glass and others covered with translucent rice paper framed in wooden latticework, stared blankly at her. Everyone was sleeping away the blistering noon hours. Korinna scarcely recognized herself as she glimpsed her flustered image in an occasional glassed window, her face pinched with worry behind her flying veil. Her heart fluttered beneath her throat, a terrified bird desperate to break free from its cage.

No, no, it could not be true that she belonged to that other place, the Grove! The Grove of Venus-Aphrodite.

The girls had whispered, looking at her as pale-eyed Livia snickered knowingly. When stern-faced, gray-haired High Priestess Thenis came into the courtyard, they had scattered, but giggling behind hands covering their sly mouths. In all the fifteen years of her life, Korinna had not wondered about her parentage. There had been no need to. The other girls too were either waifs like her, or unwanted daughters brought to the shrine by their parents, as offering to the Goddess. That other place, the Grove, was where girls considered surpluses were sent upon reaching womanhood. But in the Temple, she had had the good fortune of an extensive training to read and write in several languages as well as cipher, and now reminded herself that Melitta might help her find such work to support herself. Laconic Thenis, though never one to easily hand out compliments, did brag that Korinna was one of the best students in the Temple's long history, fluent in several languages, even able to translate many of the ancient cuneiform and hieroglyphic texts. Thenis had told her that she was named after Korinna, the ancient Greek poetess from Boeotia, renowned as the instructress and rival of the Theban poet Pindar, whom she had beaten without trouble in a poetry contest. Unlike Pindar, Korinna's poems had focused on local myths, drawing parallels between the world of mythology and ordinary human behavior. In honor of her win, a monument had been erected to her, unleashing malicious gossip. A sore loser, Pindar had claimed that she'd won due to her beauty and not talent, and had called her a sow. But even though hundreds of years had passed since her death, her poems were still being read, and recently Antipater of Thessalonica had listed Korinna the Poetess in his catalogue of Nine Mortal Muses.

Uplifted by the thought of her namesake's victory over colicky Pindar, Korinna smiled to herself. She had always looked up to this poetess, a self-assured, strong, independent-minded woman, and strived to be worthy of being given her name.

Walking along at a more normal pace, her mind switched to other things that Thenis had hinted about Melitta. Yet, strangely, Thenis had taken her there often enough, on visits imbued with secrecy. She had listened to them discussing the invasions of Greek colonies by Roman and Pontine armies. Silently she had wondered what these two women had to do with military concerns. Ephesus was securely ruled by Rome, under a Roman governor. However, these visits gave her the sense that Melitta cared about her, and would help when asked. Indeed, Melitta, wealthy and influential, must know of someone who would hire her away from the Artemiseion.

Everything was eerily quiet when Korinna reached the agora marketplace. Built as a square, the agora was surrounded by columns. It had three gates, one from the front of the theatre on the northeast, the other one opening to the harbor on the west, and the third one from the library. The north side of the agora was left open, and a portico, filled with rows of shops, surrounded the other three sides. At the center of it were a sundial and a water clock. The stalls were shuttered, of course, for it was the time of afternoon rest. They would open again in the cool of the early evening. By then she would be back, enriched by the knowledge of her origin and with the hope of independence as well.

Korinna looked for the footprints carved into the street leading from the harbor to the Street of Joy. Often had she overheard Melitta tell Thenis that anyone could find her by following the scarred ones Scarred from so much use, she had laughed meaningfully.

If the child ever gets bored with that drab life she has with you, Thenis, look out! Melitta had added, There's fire in her. She will be at the end of those backwards footprints yet! They lead to the same freedom that I enjoy. She had laughed again, looking pleased by the older woman's shocked denial.

As her memory tripped, Korinna made a connection with Livia's taunt. The urgency gnawing at her insides, increased manifold. Aghh, she had to find Melitta! Besides, she admitted, Melitta was the only person she knew outside the sequestered Temple.

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Now she saw the marks. They were cut deeply into the white marble street, and crossed the vast market area. There were several sets passing through and multiplying off into different streets. Then she remembered that Melitta had said the Scarred Ones. Indeed, this would lead her to the house of Melitta!

Korinna reached where the prints met, and then found the scarred ones. Melitta had said backwards, hadn't she? She began running along them, eyes to the pavement.

As she noticed the sail-furled masts, she realized she was near the harbor. Sudden fear leapt up at her from the road. She shuddered, freezing mid-step. A strong sense of approaching menace floated in the air. Eyes widening, her panicked gaze swept her surroundings. Ah, she was in an area of warehouses. The footprints went toward the ships no, they came away from there.

Sounds of drunken laughter made her swallow her breath, and she glanced around again, unsure for what. The sounds came closer; it would be prudent to find some shelter. Alas, there was no space where she could hide quickly. She turned to retrace her steps, but it was too late. Three young men staggered jauntily around the corner of a blank-fronted warehouse, one of them recognizable as a Roman legionary, wearing no helmet but light leather armor over a short red tunic, and greaves, metal shin guards strapped on behind the knees and ankles. She knew that greaves were not worn by Romans of any rank, save for centurion, as a badge of office. They came toward her, bumping into each other amid laughter. Their raucous voices grated on her ears. At times, they dipped off the walkway into the street. Drunken louts! Signaling trouble for her.

Keep your feet on the footsteps, Tiberius! one of the men roared at the centurion, and bent down to touch the carved markings.

The others laughed and hallooed, one flapping his arms as he leaned forward to look, while another danced off into the street and back as he tried to stand still.

The city of Ephesus knows what woman-starved men like us need! He broke out in peals of laughter, The name Ephesus means Maiden of Choice, or Desirable, and she sure lives up to her name! I'm so desirous of her that I've just reached the end of my rope!

They howled with appreciative laughter, grabbing at each other playfully below the belly while the first one declared, But no limp ropes here, lads!

Korinna turned and ran as if a bat let loose from Vulcan's workshop. She had seen no one carrying a rope, limp or otherwise, but something about their shifty-eyed amusement terrified her.

Look at that! cried one from behind her in delighted surprise, and she knew herself to be that.

She pumped faster, looking for any kind of space between the solid line of buildings. No, there was no escape! The clatter of unsteady metal-soled sandals cut space between her and her pursuers.

If only she could get to a place where someone might see her and help. Merciful Goddess, divine Virgin, help me!

Labored breath seared her throat, heat from stones shimmered up into her gasping mouth. How long could she hold out at this pace?

Korinna continued running as in a bad dream, her pursuers' breath panting ever closer. Self-incrimination for daring to be out on the city streets, whipped her. Simultaneously anger raised its head, pointing out that while everyone knew venturing out in a storm might cause being struck by lightning, those who had to go out never let this possibility stand in their way.

Suddenly a hand seized her veil and she turned and ran from under it, gold-streaked dark red hair streaming behind her. Her lungs were about to burst! She could no longer see, she only moved, her feet pounding, hands plunging forward, every muscle wrenched with pain.

Sounds of a heavy fall at her heels, and a hand seized her ankle.

Korinna dropped in a heap at the edge of the square, tangled with the three men.

Got her! Stay away Septimus, she is mine, the dark-haired tall one they called Tiberius, boasted. Pulling her ankle, he dragged her to himself and struggled to his knees.

No! She looks Greek, and you're Roman, so she's for me, Glaucus yelled, grabbing her other foot.

Wanting to scream and to cry, she held back, struggling stoically. What were they trying to do to her? Tear her apart limb by limb?

Who says she's Greek or Roman? the third one roared, staggering to his feet. I, Septimus, declare: With that hair she's likely from Celtia. Free for all, anyway, out of her house. I mean: Slave to all! He roared at his own humor as he bent unsteadily above them.

Korinna could not hold back the screams now, and struggled, managing to sit up and beat against the hands that held her. Her robe was around her hips in tight wrinkles, revealing her thighs and to them she feared a glimpse of something more tantalizing. She tugged to free her feet and flailed against the two men.

They held on, staring greedily until Tiberius pulled her skirt down to her knees. Shame on you, fellows, he chuckled, in public, too!

He dragged her up to her feet and dizzy with gratitude, she clung to him. She could no longer hold back the sobs, Oh, please, please, help me!

By all means, little one, and he patted her buttocks. Where is your house?

I'm from the Temple! she gasped, I have no house.

Oh, so we've snared a real prize, the man declared. Hear that, fellows? Venus be praised! Only I have not a fit offering with me now, to pay. We can manage that afterward.

The other two scrambled to their feet, sobering somewhat. One took a lock of her hair and pulled as he tried groping her breasts.

No you don't, Septimus, Glaucus said.

She's certainly not yours alone, Glaucus! muttered Septimus.

Surely you've heard of the Grove of Aphrodite, Glaucus cut in. The sacred priestesses there prostitute themselves as Holy Women in honor of the Goddess.

Tiberius grinned, After I see what this Grove is like, I have business there with its esteemed high priestess, Chrysanthé. I'll see that this little one returns home in good time.

His hands cupped one breast and Korinna shrank away in terror.

Aphrodite owned that Grove before you uncouth Romans ever called her Venus, Glaucus grunted.

Tiberius gave Korinna a quick hug. You'll not deny any of us, will you, pretty pigeon?

Tiberius partly carried her as they moved along. Korinna could scarcely move her legs. She no longer wanted to see Melitta; she had to regain strength to escape these drunken men!

Down an alley between laurel hedges dividing two estates, they stopped. One of the men grunted and pulled her from Tiberius' support to the ground. Muttering, I can't hold it, Glaucus tried to force his knees between hers. Some horrible warmth ran over her thighs and he cursed while she screamed.

Tiberius roared with laughter and kicked the man away.

Limp rope away, eunuch! Tiberius pushed Glaucus against Septimus. Both men sprang up laughing goodnaturedly and grabbed his arms, wrestling him back among the laurels.

Korinna surged to her feet and ran, fresh energy powering her legs. Tiberius thrust the others into the bushes and strode after her. He grabbed a handful of hair and flung her to the ground.

Here, my little pigeon, look, a real man for you at last!

She twisted her head from side to side, screaming, but his fingers caught strands of her hair at the temples, stilling her. He kissed her, his teeth grinding against her lips. Wrapping the strands about her throat, he almost choked her. The glowing mass of hair spread in tangled swatches upon the earth. Her heart nearly burst as she felt herself go weak all over with terror.

He smoothed her hair back from her throat, muttering in her ear, That's it, little pigeon, relax. I'll pay the Goddess, don't you worry; I'll send great gifts for your service to her.

His hands found her tender breasts, shoving away the torn chiton, sending sparks of gut-wrenching pain through her. Stunned, she was dimly aware of his leg forcing her thighs apart.

All of a sudden, the furious high-pitched growl and hiss of a cat rent the air. She twisted her head aside in its direction just as he thrust against her. Blind agony shot through her making her scream from the top of her lungs; then he gasped, stopped, and cursed.

He gasped again as the slender cat leapt out from the bushes and landed on his back, sharp claws sinking into his flesh above the armor.

Without trying to shake or pull the cat off, Tiberius freed her, sat back on his haunches, crashing her knees, and stared down at her.

The cat, Nefru, dug and trailed his claws downward from Tiberius' neck, but then released him and came to her, nuzzling her.

Tiberius' oblong face, topped by forward-combed, thick and curly black hair, loomed in Korinna's vision. The features were blurred through her tears and yet her eyes focused on his broad forehead crossed by a long, old scar, and then the blood she saw rivuleting from his neck down to his heaving chest.

Something deep in her screamed that this drunken man, who was doing something terrible to her, had been wounded and felt pain, and she was glad. Ceasing her struggle, she watched as the centurion loosened his iron grip on her stiff form.

Please stop hurting me! she moaned into his now puzzled eyes. Her own were dried in the heat of her terror.

For the love of Apollo! She's a virgin, Tiberius muttered to himself, incredulous, and from the Grove.

He rolled off her but she was unable to move. The residue of pain in her scalp numbed while it lingered between her legs. Temple! she managed to scream, "I am not from the Grove, you uncouth idiot, but the Temple! Artemiseion!"

Sobered by the shock of his discovery, Tiberius looked on her now, no longer as relief from long abstinence, but as a child-woman at his mercy. Moreover, what about that strange gray calico cat, jumping to her aid as if it were a loyal dog?

Back to Aphrodite's arms with her! Glaucus' shout was of pleasure. I bid for second chance at her!

Tiberius scowled at him, moved aside and stood up.

Korinna scrambled to her knees, cutting herself on the sharp edges of loose stones in the earth. As Nefru stood by her with a raised, curved spine and spiked fur, hissing and spitting at the men, blood ran from the broken skin to stain her clothing. She struggled up to all fours and then at last stood straight, but tottering. Her arms were cramped, the muscles stiff with pain. Her legs seemed broken at the hips. Looking around for something to lean against, she grasped a laurel bush but the stems gave no support. She sighed, pushing tangles from before her eyes. Her hair, down her back to her hips, was mixed with leaves and dirt.

Tiberius stared at her, and she stared back at him. Her life as a virgin novice had not prepared her for anything but horror of a man's touch. She knew that now she was made unfit to serve the Virgin Mother, and had no resource left but to seek help from Melitta.

When Tiberius reached for her she tried to run, but her legs collapsed, and he caught her against himself. Points of light in the jet depths of his gaze sparked terror into the silver of hers. She tried to break free but he did not loosen, yet his touch was oddly tender.

"How could you serve at the Grove?"

No, she gasped, I told you I belong to the--

That's good enough for us, Glaucus interrupted.

Please don't! Her terror of his attacking her again gave her the strength to shove away.

Septimus grabbed her. Hey, you can only be a virgin once, and his grin was toothy against her face.

No! she screamed, I say please, take me to Melitta!

When Septimus gave her a blank look, she spat in his face and Glaucus, roaring a laugh, snatched her to himself.

"Melitta, huh? Tiberius pulled her free and supported her with an arm about her waist. A frown creased his scar. Melitta is the most notorious courtesan in Ephesus, and you belong to her house?"

"I don't belong to her house! She is simply a lady, friend of my mentor, who will help me." Korinna pushed his hand away, able to stand alone at last. Well, whatever Melitta was, she had trusted her before, and had to trust her henceforth.

Desperation gave her strength to run again, but Tiberius grasped her by the wrist.

What are we waiting for? Glaucus demanded. I know a man who sold his best chariot for one night with Melitta. She is the most expensive Holy Woman in Ephesus!

Tiberius shot him a look of caution. Melitta is more than that, if what I've heard is not just malicious gossip. The Roman authorities are investigating her, and I have business with her too, after I meet with the Holy Woman Chrysanthé.

Ah-ha, so Melitta is of the Greek faction! Septimus laughed. As a courtesan, she plays both sides against the middle, no doubt.

The woman is an independent operative, Tiberius stated grimly. Glancing at Korinna, he narrowed his dark eyes. "Your friend, you say? I am no stranger to Ephesus and have heard of meetings in that house -- not only of men, but of women."

Korinna lifted her chin. I know her through my mentor.

Yet doubt flickered in her. If Melitta was indeed a courtesan, or in trouble with the power of Rome, why had Thenis met with that Holy Woman from the Grove--at her house? Whatever the reason might be, she could not risk entrapment into the kind of life Melitta led! I won't go there, after all, she said firmly.

Tiberius took her arm and forced her along the scarred footprints. She hung between him and Glaucus, Septimus and Nefru following. Unnerved that Glaucus was so close, she tried to wrench away, but both men tightened their grip, fingers cutting into her flesh.

I can walk! she hissed.

They released her but kept close. She glared when Tiberius moved to take her arm again, and he shrugged.

Part of her yearned to return to the Artemiseion, yet another part was curious about what awaited at Melitta's. The provocative question that had sent her flying away from the sanctuary was less important now than the safety of her dank cell and the bath she desperately needed. Having no family had lost its burning importance; she was only one novice among forty at the shrine who had nothing and no one but themselves.

Glaucus grabbed her arm in a way that put his hand against her soft, unconfined breast. When she had to edge toward Tiberius, he grinned down at her -- almost like a friend. She smiled up at the burly centurion, praying to Artemis that he would not hurt her again. Her heart was telling her he was almost sorry about the attempted rapes.

Let her go, Glaucus, he growled, his eyes flicking to the man's eager fingers.

If you think she is only for you, Tiberius--

Just take your hands off! Tiberius interrupted. He yanked her toward him so abruptly that the other man let go. When we return to Sardis, my cousin Scaurus will make you regret this!

Korinna swallowed hard, gratitude touching her heart.

Glaucus backed off and joined Septimus behind them. You broke blood, Tiberius, if what I see on her legs means anything. Hah! She is despoiled. Just keep her.

Tiberius looked down at her. Well, pigeon, you are mine now.

They were still following the footprints, worn down by military sandals through the years.

Terror returned to tighten her throat. What did they truly mean about Melitta? Disquieting doubts fogged her mind as they came into the open space before Melitta's two-storied, colonnaded house. She surged toward the door-warden, an ebony Nubian, who knew her.

Tiberius held her by the wrist, and turned back to the others, You wait here. When I finish with this business, you must go back to the ship and prepare to sail. That merchandise must reach Sardis before I do. I have to see Scaurus about those bars of gold for Chrysanthé.

The two men backed off to lean against a column on the porch. Tiberius released her and she ran to the ornamented mahogany door. The richly dressed, very tall and strong-bodied door-warden, with an open-mouthed glance at her, shook his head, raised his polished wood staff of office and vanished into the house.

Tiberius pushed her before him and entered the vestibulum, the long narrow walkway leading from the front door into the atrium. Gingerly she walked upon the cool floor, realizing she had not contemplated until now the true meaning of the greeting written on the mosaiced floor: Sempre Bacchanalia.

Chapter 2: Melitta

"ANOTHER GRAPE, SCAURUS, dear!" Melitta demanded languidly.

Floating on her back in her rectangular outdoor pool, she was not a young sprite but a well-preserved mature woman, protected from aging by arts learned from votaries of the Love Goddess with whom she had grown up. Although thirty years old, her skin was still flawless, smoothed by oil of myrtle, and her dark-blond hair floated about her in the clear water like a veil, enhancing the beauty of her firm, naked body. The warm sun soothed her, vying with the cool kisses of a teasing breeze. When she opened her full-lipped mouth, the brown-haired, athletic-looking man perched on the verge, almost sprang in to seize her.

Oh, really Scaurus, you are as slow as honey in cold wine! Opening her luminous, long-lashed hazel eyes, she met his great brown ones burning down into hers from a sunburned, lean face.

Scaurus sat on the pool's edge, bare feet in the water, but dressed. Having recently come in from the hot street, the sweat was drying from his clinging purple robe. He extended a bunch of dark maroon grapes he had been eating from, and dropped one into her mouth.

Melitta bit into the deep red flesh and pale liquid spurted over her chin. With a joyful laugh, she turned over in the water, rinsing her face and settling her small feet on the blue-tiled bottom. Winking at him, she spoke with a husky tone, A stranger would think you'd never seen me naked before.

Scaurus leaned forward from the white marble verge, reaching for her hand. Come on out, he demanded, his voice thick.

It's too hot, she pouted, beating the water with both hands until he was soaked. You are going to feed me. She blew him a kiss, bobbing against the edge, near his feet.

You are lovelier than all the priestesses of Venus, my dearest. He leaned down further to kiss her lips. He then whispered, "Melitta, honey-bee."

So you think my name befits me? Melitta was interrupted by a great splash and he was in the water with her. His robe billowing, his bare, aroused body under it came close to hers. Screaming in mock terror she grabbed one of the floral wreaths that was kept floating on the water by her serving-women.

Scaurus ducked with her and they came up inside an imprisoning ring of pink-veined white lilies.

My goodness, she giggled, reaching down, what's that huge serpent rising to reach me?

With a grunt, Scaurus dragged off his robe and flung it loosely about their shoulders.

Tangled among the flowers, his breath burned her cheek. There was furious activity under his garment, splashing crystal drops like rain around them, followed by a moment of quiet.

Then slow, undulating waves washed backward across the pool, whispering against the sides like the wake of an erratic ship.

As they turned and twisted in the water, a dim figure appeared from within the house and paused near the poolside. Through the rainbow-prismed water that drained from her hair, Melitta noticed a lovely girl whose white robe was stained with green and rusty red, scattered with smidges of dust.

Then she knew: Korinna. The child Chrysanthé had entrusted to Thenis. Melitta stared with dread. What was she doing here? And alone? The girl wore no veil and the ravaged look on her face made