Of course, this was when I saw Ikaros. I hardly ever saw him now. He had dropped out of the Tech Committee in favour of something more exciting. “Maia, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really,” I said. “Just a deformed baby that had to be exposed, and my soft heart.”

“The poor little mother,” he said at once.

I had not thought about the mother, going through all that for nothing. “At least she won’t know,” I said. “She’ll think they’re all hers.”

“How could she not know? She’ll look for the one with the deformity.”

“We’ll tell her it was cured,” I said. “If she saw it. I don’t know whether she did. I’ll find out.”

He nodded. Then he turned and walked along with me. “You’re siding with Lysias about trying to use the workers less.”

“He and Klio say they’re being overburdened and they’ll break down. There are things they’re essential for, that we’ll need them for for a long time.”

“The question is what’s essential. Well, isn’t that always the question?” He smiled brilliantly at me. “We should set up a committee especially for that.”

I was exhausted and wrung out. “Talk to Lysias,” I said. “I don’t really know enough of the details. None of us understand the workers properly; they come from a time ahead of everyone here.”

“We could just ask Athene for more,” he suggested.

“We don’t know how far her patience runs. Besides, I haven’t seen her for ages, have you? She probably has a lot more to do than collect workers for us.”

“I haven’t seen her. Sokrates really wants to talk to her,” he said. “Speaking of her, do you remember that conversation we had about Providence?”

I couldn’t believe that he was mentioning it casually like that. “You mean the night you raped me?”

He patted my arm and smiled at me. “Call it that if you want. But do you remember the conversation? About not being able to reconcile Christianity with the presence of Athene?”

“Of course I do,” I snapped.

“Well, I was naive, I think. Since then I’ve been working on it, and I have found a way to make it all fit together.”

I stared at him. “Really?”

He looked smug. “Well, if Athene—if the Greek gods are actually angels in one of the lower heavens, and if those angels have a considerable amount of autonomy, then it all works, that she should have brought us here and that the persons of the Trinity should still be there at the apex.”

“But she’s Athene!”

“Why shouldn’t she be? Wasn’t God there before the birth of Christ, and mightn’t he have used appropriate angels? It makes more sense that he would. I always thought the classical gods must have been some kind of angels.”

I thought about it. “But why would he use her now? To Christians? I was a faithful churchgoer. You were a monk.”

He looked irritated. “I told you I wasn’t a monk. I was just dressed as a Dominican because I was dying. I never took any vows.”

“But you were a Christian?”

“I still am. And so can you be. The truth is wonderful and more complex than we thought, that’s all. I remembered that you wanted to have those stories here. Well, maybe we can.”

“Does Sokrates agree with you?” I asked.

“Sokrates finds the idea of Providence fascinating,” he said. “And he agrees that man is the measure of all things. But he isn’t very interested in Christianity. He agrees that knowing Athene is real and takes an interest in us changes everything. And he thinks that it would be interesting to debate my nine hundred theses. Actually, I have almost two thousand now.”

“Well, good luck debating them,” I said.

“It’s not going to be easy getting enough of us to agree,” he said. “Would you support such a debate?”

I wasn’t sure. “I suppose so. But I find it uncomfortable to think about. If God—how do you reconcile Christian morality? You were pretty scathing about it when we talked about this before.”

“It’s complicated, but I have it all worked out,” he said. “Athene is just carrying out God’s will.”

I wondered what she would think of that. She was so real and so much herself. But what were angels anyway? What were gods? We came to the turning. “I have to go this way now.”

“It was nice to see you Maia. I never get to see you these days.” He patted my arm again. “We must talk about this some more, soon.” He went off down the street of Poseidon with a casual wave. I stared after him. He had at least taken my mind off the poor baby, dying up there on the mountain.

I went back to the nursery. Andromeda was just coming on duty and Darius was just leaving. “Axiothea left a note for you,” he said. The note said that the girl in labour had delivered safely and easily, and that Axiothea was going to Klio’s to sleep and if I needed her I could find her there.

“Everything all right?” he asked.

“Fine. You go to bed.” He went off gratefully. “Only the one more baby?” I asked.

“Yes. We have thirty-three,” Andromeda said. “It’s a good number. We have mothers coming in to feed them every hour.”

“And how many more babies due?”

“In Florentia and Delphi? Four. And then, of course, there will be all the ones born in four months’ time.” She smiled. “It’s so exciting. I’m so glad I got chosen to train for this.”

“You’re a great person to be doing it.”

“And maybe next time I’ll be having a baby myself. Only I’ll be able to care for it myself, won’t I, as I know how?”

I stared at her, nonplussed. “The idea is that all babies will be in the nurseries. You’ll care for your own among all the others.”

Her face fell. “I thought I could take it home.”

“It would disturb all your house sisters,” I said, gently. “They’re better here, really.”

“My sisters wouldn’t mind.” But she sighed and got on with her work.

“I’m going to sleep, I’ve been up all night. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my house,” I said.

“Will we ever have houses to ourselves the way you do?” she asked. “Because if I did, I could take my baby home and it wouldn’t bother anyone.”

“It’s not the plan for you to have your own houses any time soon,” I said. “Don’t you like sharing with your sisters?”

“Yes, but I don’t like Hyacinth as much as I liked Hyssop.” Just then a baby cried, and she was off to comfort it.

“See you later,” I called, and went home. Although I was exhausted, I lay awake worrying. Were we the right people to be trying this experiment? Did we know enough about what we were doing? Was God still there above Athene, as the circle of sky stood above the Pantheon? Should I pray to him, and to Jesus, or continue praying to Athene? Could Ikaros truly have forgotten the rape and only remembered the conversation? Was that a bad thing? I’d wanted the conversation and not wanted the rape, after all. Why did I have a house to myself when Andromeda shared with six others? They weren’t children any more, and there were new children, and keeping mothers and children apart wasn’t as easy as Plato had thought. When it came down to details, so little was.

24

SIMMEA

There was another festival of Hera. Even fewer of the men took part, as even more of the women were unavailable. There was some grumbling. I was drawn with Nikias of Pisa, another near stranger. We managed well enough—I was getting more used to it, and wasn’t as nervous as I had been on the previous occasions. I liked Nikias. He made me laugh. As with Aeschines, we became friends through the marriage and remained friends afterwards. And as with Aeschines, he asked me if I’d be willing to go off to the woods with him. “We got along very well,” he said. “You liked it. We could do it some more.”

“Doing it every four months is enough for me,” I said. I wondered if every pleasant coupling produced this suggestion, quite against the rules.

“Nobody would know,” he went on.