A Stray Drop of Blood (2 page)

He cast a glance over his shoulder. The girl still stared at the ground as she kept pace, but she surely knew that the moment she entered his house, her culture would by necessity change. Not as drastically as she may think in this moment, but no one would ever look at her the same, if they looked at her at all.

Simon opened the door for him as they neared, and Cleopas greeted the loyal servant with a nod. “Ester is in her chamber?”

“
Yes, Lord, as is your son.”

He nodded again and motioned the girl to follow him. Angry voices sounded as they neared the bed chamber’s door. His wife’s first. “You will not speak that way, Jason. He will be back in a matter of minutes–”

“
He should not have left today in the first place. Buying a slave on the day his only son leaves? It is Simon’s duty.”

“
I asked him–”

Cleopas halted the argument with a cleared throat. Ester sat with a brush in hand, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and looked to him with hope. Jason let out a growl and charged past him in the doorway, nearly knocking the girl from her feet.

He would deal with his son in a moment. For now, he ushered the girl forward with a hand on her shoulder. “Beloved, this is Abigail.”

His wife’s eyes lit, and she held out her hands. Though she looked awe-struck and terrified, the mite stepped forward. Ester smiled. “Abigail. A fine, strong name. First the wife of Nabal, but too wise for such a wicked man. After his death, she married David. It is good to meet you, Abigail. I am Ester.”

Abigail dipped her chin, but her spine straightened. “An excellent namesake as well, Mistress. A wiser, better queen has never been recorded in all the history of our people.”

His wife laughed and tapped a finger to the little one’s nose. “You know your history. Excellent. I shall teach you more, and we shall discover much together. You will be well taken care of, Abigail.”

The girl nodded, but a tremble moved through her lips. Ester leaned forward and cupped her face with what looked to be the gentlest of touches. “I am sorry you are no longer free, that you have lost your parents. But I am glad you are here.” She looked intently into Abigail’s face, undoubtedly seeing into the depths of her pain. She gathered her close in the next moment. “My sweet child.”

The slight shoulders shook, and sobs tore from her throat. He caught Ester’s gaze, gave her a tender smile, and motioned to the door. She had the girl well in hand. It was time to try to do the same with his son.

He found him in his chamber, looking out the window at the busy street. Cleopas paused in the doorway without making himself known. His boy had grown up, stood at a man’s height, had a man’s strength. But the wisdom had yet to come.

“
I am sorry I was not back sooner, Jason.”

Jason spun around, a wry smile on his lips. “I should not have grown angry. It is but the first hour. Did I upset Mother?”

“
If so, she is soothing her wounds by lavishing adoration on our new little handmaiden.” He sighed and joined his son at the window. A few soldiers hurried by, as well they should be. They were late for the morning drills. “I train soldiers every day, Jason. I could have trained you here.”

His son shook his head. “We agreed that Rome would be a better option, Father. I can attend the academies there, check on our family’s property. Learn of our culture and escape this oppressive Judaism while learning to be a soldier.”

“
Please do not speak ill of your mother’s faith. You are part Hebrew, and you will do well to remember it.”

“
I have been submersed in it all my life.” Jason waved a hand, as if to dismiss it all. “The Jews will never accept me because of my Roman blood. Perhaps the Romans will overlook the Hebrew part and I will finally find a place for myself.”

“
In Rome?”

“
I could regain the status of your grandfather. Our reputation. Expand our estates.”

The very thought wearied him. “I would that you just safely return to your mother’s arms.”

Jason’s lips twitched up. “Rest assured I will see you both again, Father. Perhaps someday I will even serve with you.”

He would do all he could to make sure of it.

~*~

Abigail found that Simon was surprisingly friendly; then again, he had no reason to feel threatened by an eight-year-old girl whose main purpose in the house was to be Mistress’s entertainment. So it made sense that he welcomed her into the kitchen with warmth.

“
You, of course, will have little need to know the particular goings-on in here,” he said with a smile. “At least for a while.”

Abigail sent her gaze around the room. There was a woman rushing about in preparation for the soon-coming meal, the fire roaring in its place, and a table laden with a bounty that she told her mouth she would not taste.

“
My wife, Dinah.” Simon motioned to the cook. “I will introduce you when it is less hectic. For now, I will take you to meet Andrew. He serves the master, so it is imperative that the two of you learn to work well together.”

Abigail nodded. She even voiced her question. “Are there only the four of us?”

“
There is also Mark, but he will leave this eve with his lord, Jason.” Simon led them through the kitchen, to a brief hallway accessible through it. “Your room is through here. It exits also into the corridor directly outside Mistress’s chamber. For now it is your own, but if ever another female is brought, you will of course have to share.”

Abigail nodded again; they did not stop at the door he pointed at in indication, but rather went to the next one down. He tapped upon the door and waited the two seconds it took to be opened.

A young man stepped out, girded to serve. He looked surprised to see his fellow servant. “Simon.”

Simon smiled. “Andrew, this is Abigail. She is replacing Hadassah in our lady’s service. I thought she should meet you before the meal.”

Andrew nodded and offered her a friendly smile. “This is a good house to belong to. I came here when but a child myself, and I have chosen to serve my lord for life.” He offered a view of his pierced ear as proof, the ring in it matching the one Simon had in his own.

Her new Roman master obeyed Jewish tradition with his servants? Though surprised, she said nothing. Instead, she simply offered a small smile and went into her own room when Simon opened the door.

“
Go ahead and change.” He indicated the tunic folded neatly on the pallet in the closet. “Once dressed appropriately, come back to the kitchen. You will serve our lady today.”

He closed the door again behind her, leaving Abigail alone for a moment with her thoughts. She looked around the quarters with a strange contentment. Here she was with a room of her own, people that welcomed her, and, if nothing else, a degree of security. It was more than she had ever had before.

It took her only a minute to shed her clothes of mourning and slip into the rough material that she knew she would have to get used to. Moving back to the kitchen, however, she found that it was actually a comfortable garment to move around in.
That
at least was helpful. As to the task she was about to undertake . . .

“
Just do not drop anything,” Dinah whispered in a voice that reminded Abigail strongly of her mother. She immediately pushed the resemblance aside and focused instead on the words. “Mirror Andrew, and you will be fine. We send out a platter for each of them. Mark will take the one for Jason, Andrew the one for the master, and you the one for the mistress. Offer it as he does and be sure to keep her glass full. Otherwise, just stand there and be available.”

Abigail nodded and accepted the platter that was placed in her hand. Dinah put a hand on her shoulder to keep her back while the menservants went through the portal into the family’s dining area, then gave her a gentle push to follow after them.

The tray was heavy; it was strength of pride rather than body that kept her from dropping it. But she managed even to keep it steady as Ester took the portions she desired, smiling.

She followed Andrew and Mark back out of the room moments later. They exchanged their trays for towels and pitchers.

“
I will pour for our lady,” Andrew said to Abigail. “The wine is still a bit heavy for you, I think.”

Abigail wanted to say that she would manage, but she did not. She had been here for perhaps an hour, he for nearly a decade. And he looked as though he only wanted to be kind. So she muttered her gratitude and followed him once again into the outer room.

“
You know that Caesar has never cared too much for our family,” Cleopas was saying dryly to his son. “It was Augustus who decided we were not equal to our reputation, but I do not look for Tiberius to be any different.”

“
But I thought you got along well with Tiberius.” Jason took a lazy sip from the freshly filled glass.

“
That was many years ago, before he and his mother got it into their heads that he should succeed Augustus.”

“
Well, if
I
were even the adopted son of the divine Augustus–”

“
Jason!” Ester’s displeasure crackled through the air like a living spark. “I will not tolerate such heresy in this household. Caesar is no more divine than–”

“
Father, please.” Jason turned frustrated eyes to his father. “Tell Mother that as a Roman–”

“
No.” Both voices of argument died at his word. “We will not argue today. Tomorrow, Jason, you will have only your conscience to guide your beliefs. But today, you will respect your mother. Ester, have you attended to what we discussed?”

Ester nodded and turned to empty-handed Abigail. “Abigail, go to my chamber. Under the couch you will find a wrapped parcel. Bring it to me, please.”

Abigail wasted no time. She easily found the chamber again, and the package was right where she was told it would be. But her thoughts were elsewhere. Where exactly, she could not say. Somewhere in the past, perhaps back so far as to when her father yet lived. Perhaps she was remembering what it felt like to be in a house where Caesar was spoken of only as the monster he surely was. Perhaps she was remembering simply her own father, and how he reprimanded her with that loving reproach.

Perhaps it was useless to even think about the past. She went back to the outer room with the object in her hands, handed it over, and then retreated to the wall.

Jason’s attention was surely piqued, but to his credit, he waited patiently for whatever gift lay under the wrappings to be given with introduction.

Cleopas cleared his throat. “Your mother and I know that this is the time when we need to let you go, son, to make your own way in the world. You are a man now. And while I will hope, pray, and pull whatever strings necessary to see you back here,” he paused to exchange a grin with his son, “there is still the possibility that you will fall in love with Rome.”

“
Or some lady there,” Ester added with a twinkle in her eye.

Jason rolled his own but did not interrupt.

“
Since we have no daughter, what remains of your mother’s dowry will go to you when you wed. We do not want to burden you with too much, so we selected these few things to send with you now.”

Ester handed their son a smallish wooden box, ornate in engravings that pictured the ark of the covenant. Jason barely glanced at the lid. He flipped it open and drew out a heavy chain of gold with a pendant of surprising wealth hanging from the end. It was a large ruby, which complemented the words Ester recited as she watched him withdraw it.

“‘
Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. . . Favour is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.’”

Jason ignored the proverb and pulled out the other object.

“
It was my father’s,” Ester offered by way of explanation when he slipped the ring onto his finger.

Jason met his mother’s eyes. “I did not realize that your family had such wealth.”

Ester held his gaze steadily for a moment before answering. “My father was once high priest of the synagogue. When I married your father, he would have no more to do with me.”

“
But this jewelry–”

“
Was his method of paying me to stay away.” She averted her gaze. “He was a hard man, but a good one. I am sorry that he died before you could meet him; I have a feeling he would have taken you under his wing as though you were his son, rather than that of the daughter he claimed not to have.”

Jason ran his tongue over his lips, looking at a loss for words. Cleopas smiled softly and apparently decided to take pity on him. “Have you sent your belongings to Steven yet? He asked that they arrive before you so the caravan would be ready to leave upon your arrival.”

Jason stood, tucking the closed box under his arm. “I will see to it now, sir.”

Cleopas held Ester’s gaze for a moment longer, then got up to join their son.

“
Two days’ journey to Joppa,” Ester whispered in a voice low enough for only Abigail to hear. “And then the sail to Rome.” Her gaze was on the seat that Jason had just vacated. “So long before I will even know if he arrived safely. So long before I see my son again.”

Abigail was shocked to see her small hand on Mistress’s shoulder and to hear her voice whispering just as softly, “‘Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him.’ ‘For in thee, O Lord, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.’”