“Yes. I had no idea. Now, it seems strange to me that I never even suspected—but I swear I did not.”

He stood silent, one hand spread on the table, leaning on it. I don’t know what I had expected, but I had never thought to see the great Aurelius Ambrosius at a loss for words. He took a turn across the room to the window, and back again, and spoke. “This is a strange meeting, Merlin. So much to say, and yet so little. Do you see now why I asked so many questions? Why I tried so hard to find what had brought you here?”

“The gods at work, my lord, they brought me here,” I said. “Why did you leave her?”

I had not meant the question to come out so abruptly, but I suppose it had been pressing on me so long that now it burst out with the force of an accusation. I began to stammer something, but he cut me short with a gesture, and answered quietly.