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Updated: June 17, 2025
Brinnaria had seen him countless times and often near at hand, not only close to her when both occupied their official seats in the Amphitheatre or the Circus, at horse-races or other shows, but almost at arm's length at various religious functions, processions, sacrifices and other acts of public worship. Necessarily they had often exchanged formal greetings, but never yet any other words.
Brinnaria, who loved swimming, felt the deprivation keenly. The Atrium had luxurious baths, but no swimming-pool. Whenever Brinnaria dined with Flexinna she particularly enjoyed the swim the two always took together before dinner. On that afternoon, while they were revelling in the water, Brinnaria told Flexinna of her adventure. "I can't conjecture," she said, "what motive brought him there.
However, she asked no questions and worked off her feelings by a series of high dives, followed by fancy-stroke swimming under water. She came up from her tenth plunge sufficiently exhausted to feel to some extent soothed. As they composed themselves on the dining-sofas Vocco and Flexinna exchanged glances. Brinnaria did not wait for either to speak.
As for me, if it were not for the sporting character of the King's tenure, I'd see to it that Almo would be the last King. I feel free to do as I please in any matter that concerns it." Brinnaria said nothing. He resumed: "Leave it all to me. I'll go to Aricia myself; I'll expostulate with Almo; I'll appeal to his manhood, to his pride, to his patriotism.
The great palace of Sallust, near the Salarian Gate, had but three. To the third floor she mounted. Before she had investigated half the rooms she found a door fast. What was more, as she tried it, she thought she heard a sound, as of human movement, inside that room. Brinnaria was no weakling.
"I think I should be a party to the settling of several other details." "What are they?" Commodus queried. "In the first place," said Brinnaria, "there should be the clearest understanding as to how much water I must carry." "What do you mean?" the Emperor asked. "Well," Brinnaria expounded, "a drop of water the size of my thumb-nail would not be enough, I presume.
"Not even if acquitted?" the Emperor suggested slyly. "No," Brinnaria retorted vigorously. "Even most of those absolved were not tried fairly. Postumia was, if the records from so long ago are to be trusted.
"As to the question of procuring one we must arrange that Brinnaria may feel wholly secure that it has not been tampered with by some enemy of hers, and, on the other hand, that all persons whatever, to whomsoever hostile or friendly, or wholly indifferent, may be at once and forever certain that neither Brinnaria nor any partisan of hers has had any access to it before the test.
"What is your age?" the Pontifex queried his victim. "I'll be ten on the Ides of next September," quoth his victim. "Are your parents both alive?" he asked. "They were the last time I heard of them," spoke Brinnaria flippantly. "When was that?" he insisted.
She had never had an ill hour in her life, yet she always appeared ailing, shrank from any effort, hated exercise and exertion and at every necessity for movement asserted that she was tired, often that she felt weak. Brinnaria thought her merely innately lazy and a natural shirk. The more she saw of her the more her loathing for her and her hatred of her intensified.
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