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Updated: May 17, 2025
He hates you because you wouldn't marry him and he is t-t-tenaciously resolved to be revenged. He is on the lookout for anything that might d-d-discredit you. He hoped to spy on an interview b-b-between you and Almo, for he surmised that you would arrange to have Almo meet you in the empty house!" "The nasty beast!" cried Brinnaria, shocked. "How dare he?"
Brinnaria bought sixteen gigantic negroes and tested them on her inspections of her stock-farms. She tried German bearers, Goths and Cilicians. Her bearers became famous for their speed and endurance. If she heard of any squad reputed better than hers, she bought it at any price, until, not counting the teams of bearers belonging to the Palace, there was only one gang in Rome which she envied.
You look sixteen to anybody, and no one would imagine you are under fourteen. You could halt the proceedings, at least, and gain t-t-time." "Faltonius has the lists," said Brinnaria wearily, "with all the birthdays sworn to by both parents for every girl on them and attested by four excellent witnesses, besides. He'd know I was lying and it would do me no good." Flexinna changed the subject.
Yesterday I took my last outing with all my special privileges as a Vestal, drove all over Rome in my state coach, drove up to the Capitol, and, in a fashion, said farewell to the advantages of my office." "How do you feel about it all?" he asked. Brinnaria pulled a wry face and laughed a forced laugh. "I am finding out," she said, "why so few Vestals ever leave the order.
Grittonius yielded. The necessary papers were drawn up, all the depositions were made out in duplicate. Every formality was fulfilled and Almo was publicly sold as a slave in the market place of Hippo." "What company did he enter?" Brinnaria queried. "Veppius did not state," Vocco replied; "he merely said that Almo sailed the next day for Spain." "The fool!" Brinnaria cried.
"You have your light carriage, to-day, I see," he said. "Yesterday you had out your state coach. Why the difference?" Brinnaria, settling herself among her cushions, leaned out towards him as he stood beside the vehicle, holding on to the tires, his arms stiff, a hand on each wheel. "This," she said, "is merely a constitutional.
Vocco could not discover anyone in Hippo who had ever heard of a slave-dealer named Jegius. When Vocco returned to Rome with his report Brinnaria set in motion all the forces of her world which could be utilized under the circumstances.
"Almo!" breathed Manlia, in a horrified whisper. "Yes, Almo!" hissed Brinnaria. "What shall we do?" quavered Manlia. "Do?" snorted Brinnaria, "do nothing." "But we can pray," Manlia panted. "We can pray. Surely you are praying, Brinnaria?" "I am praying," came the answer, in a viperish whisper. "I'm praying he may be killed." "Killed!" Manlia gasped. "Yes, killed," repeated Brinnaria, viciously.
To save your hide you'd desecrate the temple, pollute the Altar, anger Vesta, make all our prayers in vain, bring down curses without count on Rome and all of us. Be silent! Don't you dare to speak another word! Off to bed with you!" "But," Meffia trembled, "you hate me; why do you take my punishment?" "I don't hate you," hissed Brinnaria. "I despise you!
You will bring no curses on Rome, but your prayers will be heard and you will bring many blessings on the Empire. Be comforted!" "I am," said Brinnaria simply, "and I shall stay comforted."
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