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excerpt from Death of an Eye
“So,” he said. “Caesar was right. Not a cook.”
He spoke in Latin and she responded in kind. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”
“Instead, a merchant,” he said, “and a partner in a flourishing concern. Extraordinary. Women aren’t merchants in Rome.”
“No,” she said. “They are wives and mothers. And, sometimes, if they are very, very good, they might be allowed to weave a length of linen.”
He did not leap to the defense of Rome’s superior social mores as she half expected he might. “You’ve been to Rome, then, lady,” he said, his affability unruffled. “If nothing else your Latin gives you away. You sound like Cicero at his most poisonous. My compliments.”