“I would try to arrange it so that half of it goes to you in the event of our arrest, or death. The other half to Rachel’s guardian, who will be Simon. But bear in mind that it’s very likely Caligula would take all of it, if anyone discovers it belonged to me.” Now Megara looked baffled, as though he had displayed some lunacy. “Why would you do that?” Paulus shook his head. “I’m trying to do the right thing, Megara. You make it very difficult.” She stared at him; he could almost see her thoughts racing. Then she looked warily at Alysia, who had stepped away from Paulus and was standing in front of the window, the breeze catching her hair and the edges of her gown. Megara watched as Paulus’ eyes went to his wife, and saw in them a look that she couldn’t define. She only knew he’d never looked at her that way. Well, Alysia didn’t seem so happy now…perhaps now their marriage would not be such rapture and bliss! “It will be pleasant to hold your lives in my hands,”
