XXV

I was so astonished I laughed. The parrot mimicked my laughter, tone for tone. I felt myself colouring. “Bastards!” the parrot repeated obsessively.

“He’s very unfair. Who taught him the social commentary?” I asked Severina.

“He’s a she.”

“Oh foolish me.”

The bird, which looked as nasty a clump of feathers as you could find biting a perch, eyed me suspiciously. It shrugged itself free of the door curtain in a stubby flash of scarlet tail, then stalked into the room, dragging its rump over the floor with the air of a louche peacock. It stopped, just beyond reach of my boot.

Severina surveyed her pet. “She’s called Chloe. She was like this when I got her. A love token from Fronto.” Fronto was the wild-beast importer.

“Yes; well! Anyone who gets through men as fast as you do must accumulate more than her share of misjudged presents!”

The parrot fluffed its feathers at me; stray bits of down drifted loose unhealthily. I tried not to sneeze.

At that moment the curtain was pulled aside again, this time by one of Severina’s two stocky slaves. He nodded to her. She got to her feet. “Novus is here. He normally comes for lunch.” I was ready to vanish discreetly, but she signalled me to stay put. “I’ll just go and speak to him. Then would you like to join us?” I was too startled to answer. Severina smiled. “I have told him all about you,” she murmured, revelling in my discomfiture. “Do stay, Falco. My fiancé is extremely keen to meet you.”