"I don't speak the language, exactly, either. I suppose that's not a horrible thing. Am I supposed to be your concubine?" Claudia asked, although she wasn't really sure how publicly that role would be expected to be played out. If Gabriel was playing a local, well, the Romans did have a sense of extravagance.

"Please tell me you said something to the effect of enjoying breaking in your new slaves personally. Cosmetic bruising I can live with, but I'd prefer not to find out firsthand what they'd expect to do to recalcitrant slaves."

By now, she couldn't really help glancing at the food. It wasn't much, but only one of them actually needed to eat. Another thing it wouldn't be good to advertise. She doubted even bread and cheese was considered suitable for someone of her standing. Probably gruel or broth.