Chapter 2

‘That would be lovely!’ she exclaimed. ‘I have heard so much of that beautiful Sea of Galilee. Perhaps there would be sailing!’

Mariamne did not share Arnon’s sudden enthusiasm.

‘I doubt whether the Prince would be interested in sailing. There are some warm springs on the western shore. Antipas, who loves bathing, will build commodious bath-houses in connection with his villa. I think he hopes to induce a few of his wealthy Roman friends to build villas there.’

Arnon’s interest gradually faded. Instinctively she gathered that the Queen had thought it time for her to know what manner of life she should anticipate. But perhaps Antipas had not included her in all—or any—of his plans. If he had expected her to live with him in Galilee, he might have inquired what sort of home she would like.

‘Has the Prince planned the villa?’ she asked.

Mariamne stirred uneasily, reluctant to discuss the matter.

‘Perhaps,’ she said. ‘He spent all last week in Petra inspecting a few of the beautiful marble villas built by wealthy Athenians. He may have told you.’

‘He tells me nothing,’ said Arnon.

Mariamne sighed deeply and rose to her feet.

‘If you wish to go with us to the Temple, dear, you should be ready at noon. Your maid will tell you what you are to wear. His Majesty expects to leave the palace promptly at mid-day. It has been announced.’

‘I hope I shall be prepared for the blessing,’ said Arnon wistfully. ‘I am much in need of it. Is there anything I should do? I’m afraid I do not owe anything that should be paid back; and I have spoken no hot words, though I have had them in my mind, which is probably just as bad. Perhaps if my husband were here I might ask him to forgive me for all the unkind things I have thought about him.’

The Queen drew a slow, sober smile and shook her head.

‘In that case,’ she said quietly, ‘it is just as well that he isn’t here.’

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