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I am tired and need rest, the same as I did the day after the axle broke and I barked my knee in the gravel. I am not going out now; oh, no the lady going out is the lady who called on me. Do you understand?" Utta understood. Flexinna, quaking in the bed, prayed under her breath. "For Castor's sake," was her farewell, "d-d-don't forget to s-s-stutter."
In a trice Brinnaria was flat on her back in bed with Utta massaging her vigorously and methodically. After one comprehensive rubbing she went off for hot milk, hot wine, honey, barley-meal and spices. The posset she brewed she compelled her mistress to swallow. Then she gently massaged her until she was asleep.
We agreed that we were almost fully warranted in assuming your entire innocence of heart and that your impulsive behavior would not alienate the good will of the Goddess. We decided to take it upon ourselves to judge you blameless and to shield you. Utta was instructed never to let you know that Numisia had seen Flexinna; Flexinna, of course, fell in with our plans.
Causidiena queried. "I'm going to bed," Brinnaria replied. "Please send Utta to me and tell her to bring the turpentine jug and the salt box." "My dear," Causidiena objected, "you'll never endure the pain!" "Yes, I shall," Brinnaria maintained. "I'll set my teeth and stand the smart. I don't mean to have a festered back.
I'll have Utta rub me with salt and turpentine from neck to hips; I'll be asleep before she's done rubbing." "I'll come and see she does it properly," Causidiena said. "Better not," said Brinnaria. "Numisia and Bambilio need you worse than I do." "Why?" queried Causidiena. "After Bambilio was done beating me," Brinnaria explained calmly, "I beat him.
Utta, born somewhere beyond the Rhine, had been brought to Rome when a small child and had no memories except memories of Italy. She was the most placid and acquiescent creature imaginable. Her little mistress led her first of all to the nearest pastry-cook's shop where the two ate till they could not swallow another crumb.
When the day came she set out, not in her carriage, but in her litter with eight Cilician bearers, her lictor running ahead and Guntello and Utta walking behind. She began her survey accompanied by Guntello and Utta.
But, my, six days of raw eggs was five days too many for me. I'm wild for cabbage, all I want, and pork, big hunks of it." She got it and slept a sound night's sleep. The next day she craved an outing on foot. Her mother, prone to the shortest cut to peace on all occasions, acquiesced at once and let her go out with her one-eyed maid, Utta.
I don't care whether I live or die or what death I die, if I can only save him. "And the risk is too small to think of. All you have to do is to stay abed and keep still. Utta will never tell and she won't let anyone in. Numisia will not suspect anything: any Vestal has the right to twenty-four hours abed and no questions asked, Meffia spent one day out of ten in bed.
Out of her litter tumbled Brinnaria in Flexinna's rumpled finery, feeling unescapably recognizable, even inside her double veil and under her broad-brimmed, tied-down travelling hat. But the heavy-built, sinewy slave-woman who guarded the portal of the Atrium passed her in without remark. She met no one on her way up to her suite, where she found Utta squatted outside her bedroom door.
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