Authors: Morgan O'Neill
Contained?
Gigi wondered.
She isn’t here?
Waving her hand to get the guide’s attention, she called out, “Excuse me, where is she?”
“Unfortunately,” the tour guide replied, “her body was destroyed by fire.”
Stunned, Gigi stared at him.
The guide nodded soberly. “Yes, it was a horrible loss. When the tomb was first opened in the sixteenth century, the remains were found seated upright on a chair of cypress, dressed in royal robes and holding the imperial regalia. Unfortunately, the body was accidentally burned by some hooligans in 1573, when they introduced lighted tapers into the chinks of the tomb to see what lay inside. And now, ladies and gentlemen, if you would follow me.”
Poor Placidia, how awful!
Gigi barely heard the guide’s next words, didn’t care if she seemed rude as she waved again. “When did she die?”
He turned and smiled patiently at her. “She died of natural causes in the Year of Our Lord 450, on the twenty-seventh of November, to be exact. And now, if you would please join me over here.”
She died in 450?
Gigi felt exultant.
Placidia lived a long life!
She lingered for a moment by the tomb. Gently running her hand over the cool marble, she remembered the last, hurried hug they shared. She wished she’d had the foresight to realize it would be their final goodbye.
Willing away the lump in her throat, she removed her flute. “Farewell, my dearest friend.” Her voice caught and she stood there for a long moment, fighting tears, before whispering, “I will never forget you.”
Gigi placed the flute to her lips. Fingers trembling, she blew the first notes low and faint, then sought to center herself, searching for her core of strength, needing to do this right.
Her heart surged with the deep love of one friend for another, and the melody floated out, haunting, lovely, so right for this place, this moment — a tribute to a great lady.
“Night and Day.”
Present Day, Sivota, Greece
The first stars shone in the velvet-blue sky, and the sailboat bobbed lazily in the cove, anchored a few dozen yards off little Mikri Ammos beach. Gigi smiled at Magnus as he sat in the back corner of the deck, his head resting against the railing.
Shirtless and barefoot, he wore long, baggy shorts, sunglasses, and had a three-day growth of beard. Most of his scars would fade in time, thanks to skillful plastic surgery, but beneath his bandages, they were still red and painful looking, although he swore he felt fine.
Gigi flicked her cell phone shut and kissed him lightly, barely brushing her lips against his. “It’s getting dark, handsome,” she said in English. “You don’t need the shades any more.”
“I speaking not good English today,” Magnus said, smiling. He pushed the sunglasses onto his forehead and switched back to Latin. “And you told me I look good with them on. I was just aiming to please.”
“I’ve made a decision,” Gigi said in Latin, sitting next to him. “I want to sponsor music schools for kids in places where they’d have no access otherwise. Something to inspire them, give them dreams.”
Magnus nodded. “That sounds wonderful, but what made you think of this?”
“Teaching Athaulf’s children. I think about them all the time.”
“As do I, but we are here now and can do no more for them.” He kissed her hand. “So, your parents will arrive when?”
“Noon tomorrow — I can hardly wait! They’re in London right now, waiting for a flight to Athens. I’m glad we decided to get out of Ravenna and meet them here. Jack was sure the
paparazzi
were on our trail and would’ve mobbed us if we’d stayed. None of us could have taken that.”
Magnus pulled her close and Gigi rested her head on his chest, listening to the rumble of his voice as he said, “And they flew through the skies from the far side of the Earth, taking only a day?”
“Indeed, in a
jet
.”
Magnus groaned and shook his head. “It would be too unsettling, too unnatural to travel like that.”
Gigi kissed his chin. “I used to fly all the time, and so will you, soon.” She switched to English.
“It’s no big deal.”
“No, it too big deal,”
he countered, then switched to Latin again. “I’ll follow on horseback, if you don’t mind. What have you told them about me?”
Shrugging, Gigi gazed out over the water toward the small, quiet beach, the lush dark hills surrounding it, and the very few twinkling lights. “Jack really freaked when I disappeared. He was sure I’d been kidnapped. I told him the truth, but I told my parents it was love at first sight, we ran off and eloped, and now we’re back. I apologized about a million times, but I’m not sure my family will ever get over the shock … until they spend time with you, of course. Then they’ll understand.”
“You don’t plan to tell them the truth?” Magnus asked, surprised. “I believed you. Why wouldn’t they?”
Gigi thought about his question. “Because mysterious things, unbelievable things like that just don’t seem to happen any more. My parents are lawyers. They rely on empirical evidence and science and think just about everything is figured out. I mean, take earthquakes, for instance. You used to say it was the gods causing it, but now we know it’s
plate tectonics
— and … whatever.”
“Are you implying the gods have nothing to do with your
plate tectonics
?”
Gigi opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again and smiled. “Point taken, but still, something big like traveling through time — they’ll think I’ve completely lost my mind.”
“They may already think it based on what you’ve told them so far, and in that case what have you got to lose?” Magnus grinned.
She whacked him playfully on the thigh. “Fine, I’ll tell them. Maybe speaking fluent Latin will help convince them, otherwise I don’t know.”
He gently fingered a strand of her hair. “It
was
love at first sight, you know, for me. You cast a spell from the very first moment.”
Gigi snuggled closer. “I recall being a little too terrified to think along those lines at that moment, but I knew I could trust you the minute we looked at each other.”
Magnus kissed her deeply, and a delicious heat coursed through her body. Pulling away slightly, she studied his wonderful face, his beautiful, blue eyes, as deep as the sea, and so full of love — all for her.
“I have something for you,” she said. “I’d forgotten about it until I was packing for the ferry.”
His brow furrowed, and he looked slightly worried. “Something for me?”
Gigi smiled and fished in her pocket, pulling forth his locket of rock crystal and gold. “You left this for me to find. I want you to have it back,” she whispered.
Magnus sat up slowly and took the locket, amazement written across his features. “It never occurred to me … I just threw it in the snow with a prayer to Victoria. I never thought I would see it again.”
Gigi reached up and helped him fasten it around his neck, then kissed him. “Let’s go below decks and celebrate its return,” she murmured.
He gazed at her, a flicker of amusement pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Not just yet, my sweet,” he said, putting his arms around her and leaning back. “Not just yet. It’s too beautiful out here, peaceful and … normal. Although it’s unfortunate these,” he waved his hand toward the path of contrails in the darkening sky, “
jets
mar the heavens as they pass. I don’t like them at all.”
He rested his head against the back of the seat. “Ah, here it is quiet. Aboard this boat, the world is as it should be. And you were right, that terrible day on the bluff at Rhegium — this Beneteau is truly a marvel, a wonderful sailing vessel. But I don’t know how you do it. I really don’t. The noise of your world, the rush — by the gods! — the speed of the ferry nearly stopped my heart. And those women on the beach today — baring their breasts in public — not that I minded looking — and men in Speedos, who’ve never held a weapon more lethal than a hot espresso, or a — what did you call it? — an iPhone?”
Gigi laughed at his odd tirade, wondering why he insisted on staying on deck, when she was so very ready to go below. “You’re making fun of your kinsmen,” she said. “And, by today’s standards, Italian and Greek men are plenty virile, believe me.”
“What about Jack?” Magnus went on. “I swear I knew him. He used to work as the master masseuse in the steambaths in Constantinople.”
She laughed. “He’s a good businessman and a good friend. He’s had to pull plenty of favors since we got back, to smooth things over with the police, and then get you some identity papers, not to mention keeping the world in the dark, all without doubting my story. I’m sure he thought I was crazy, but he asked a lot of questions and eventually seemed to accept my word. He was stunned to see the worn out shape my flute was in, especially the key pads, since it’d only been a day for him since I disappeared, and I always kept it in top condition. Then, when my old boyfriend Yves called to find out what was going on, Jack talked the poor guy in circles, so Yves still doesn’t know. He’s going to think I’m so horrible when he finds out I’m in love with you. That’s not a conversation I’m looking forward to!”
“I could run him through with my sword,” Magnus offered, nuzzling her neck.
“Don’t make fun of this. Yves and I were close before I left. From his point of view, I disappeared without a trace or a word of explanation, everyone was terrified with worry, and then I show up the next day, head-over-heels in love, and utterly without a decent excuse.”
“I know, but you will make Yves understand, somehow, although I wouldn’t chance telling anyone else but your parents the truth,” Magnus said. “As for Jack, I like him. He helped me with something before we left Ravenna, while you were out arranging for our passage to Greece.”
“What?” She looked at him, curious. “You spent time alone with Jack? What’d he help you with?”
“We snuck out of the hospital and went for a stroll, at my request,” Magnus replied evasively.
Sitting up, Gigi stared at him. “I can’t believe they let you out.”
“The healers would have none of it at first, but relented when I agreed to ride in a rolling chair. I thought it demeaning, but the thing proved useful, for I was spent long before we were done.”
“You’re a good liar. You acted like you’d never seen a wheelchair before, when we left the hospital.”
He smiled. “Wandering around Ravenna was a terrifying experience, I can assure you, recognizing nothing, and trying not to show how traumatized I felt by everything I witnessed — it’s truly a wonder, this world of yours, wonderful and terrible all at once. At any rate, Jack and I spoke for some time, or rather, I gestured, drew several diagrams, and generally felt like an idiot, but eventually I got my point across, and he agreed to my wishes.”
“But … what wishes?”
Magnus glanced toward the heavens. “I find I don’t much care for
traffic
, but that is beside the point,” he said, kissing her forehead. “It has grown dark, and I am glad of it, for the world looks as it should now, with the Milky Way giving us the only light we need.”
“What wishes?” Gigi asked again, dying of curiosity.
“I borrowed what I’d guess is a rather large sum of money — Jack’s money — and I apologize for that,” he shifted uncomfortably, then smiled and looked frankly at Gigi, “but it seemed unlikely anyone would give me credit, based solely on my good name. No one seems to remember Quintus Pontius Flavus Magnus. In fact, from what I can tell, the only Romans well remembered in this time are Gaius Julius Caesar and Marcus Antonius. I must say, you live in a rather ignorant world — ”
“That’s fine! But what wishes?” she repeated in exasperation.
He laughed. “Well, it turns out I have something for you, too. You see, I thought,” he reached into his pocket and drew out a small, dark box, “I thought it might be nice to renew our vows when your parents get here. After all, you tell me it’s been sixteen hundred years since the last time we said them.”
A delicious chill of anticipation swept over her.
Opening the box, Magnus presented her with a very large ruby ring, encircled by sparkling diamonds. The ring beautifully reflected the radiance of the night sky.
“Will you marry me, Gigi? Again?”
“Oh, Magnus.” She held out a tremulous left hand, her third finger empty, so empty, since her struggle with Randegund. “
Yes, yes, yes
, I will marry you all over again.”
Magnus grinned and slipped it on her finger, then gazed at her. “I wanted to look for something like the old one, but apparently the museums are rather reluctant to sell Roman
artifacts
,” he kissed her, “and I think if they knew my true identity, they’d have me under glass before I could say a word in protest. As it is, they’re sure I’ve stolen the sword Athaulf gave me. Jack assured me he would take care of that mess, too. At any rate, he seemed pleased with my intentions and said you would approve.”
“It is beautiful and you are amazing and I love you dearly,” Gigi murmured, overwhelmed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. “Can we please go downstairs now? We haven’t made love in hundreds of years, after all.”
“Granted,” he laughed, “but there is more. Jack has arranged for a ceremony on this beach at dusk tomorrow, and then a feast to follow, just your parents and us. We shall take our vows once more, beneath the starry sky.”
Gigi looked at him in wonder, then up at the heavens. It was so perfect. How had he known?
“You see,” Magnus whispered into her hair, “Jack took me somewhere else that day … to Placidia’s mausoleum, to see her ceiling, her beautiful legacy to the world. I think Placidia, being so very smart and a Christian, stayed well away from the infernal Styx and made her way up to the sky, to find her Heaven. And so, tomorrow, when we are wed, I know she will be looking down at us from above, blessing us with her love — and with everlasting happiness.”
Grand-père, too,
Gigi thought, blinking back tears.
She gazed at Magnus, seeing destiny unfold in the depths of his wonderful eyes, at peace now and filled with happiness. The hurt she’d seen before was gone, as distant as the time they’d left behind.