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Updated: June 26, 2025
As the number was odd, Causidiena decreed that they should be conveyed to the spectacles each in her own state coach, attended by her maid of honor. The maids, of course, did not sit with the Vestals, but had seats far back with the populace. In their luxurious private box in the Colosseum the five Vestals sat in the ample front row arm-chairs.
"Do you know the real Palladium from the five dummies?" "I do," said Brinnaria; "we all do. When I had been a Vestal five years Causidiena showed me the Palladium. No Vestal is ever shown it until she is over fifteen. Like all other young Vestals I was made to spend hours in the inner storeroom, blindfolded, learning to recognize the real Palladium by touch.
I am to have an audience to-morrow morning. And now, as I am to talk to him myself, I see no reason why I should spend more time being bored by his deputy. If you please, I should be obliged if you would terminate this interview." Astounded and dumb, Faltonius bowed himself out. Causidiena suggested that she accompany Brinnaria on her visit to the Palace.
"Lutorius has had the sacred fire carried out of the Temple in a copper pan by Gargilia and Manlia," he said, "and Terentia and Numisia, with little Campia, were helping Causidiena along the Holy Street. Causidiena had an earthenware casket in her arms. I saw them turn the corner to their right into Pearl-Dealers Lane. They are safe in the Palace by now." "Safe in the Palace?" Brinnaria echoed.
"Some of the points we others will settle without you, but we shall begin with those which you must settle or share in settling. "I and Lutorius, Causidiena and Numisia are to be the witnesses to the stipulations and our agreement on any point is to prove that point.
The deep boom of their applause pursued Brinnaria and made her cower. The people would never forget her now. They were in ecstasy. She was their darling. ON the drive homeward from that unforgettable gladiatorial exhibition Manlia and Gargilia shared the second state coach: in the first sat Brinnaria by Causidiena. "My child," Causidiena queried, "what ever made you do it?"
With her and Causidiena Brinnaria left the atrium; with them she presently returned, a slim white figure, her hair braided and the six braids wound round her forehead like a coronet, above them the folds of the plain square headdress of the Vestals. "I thought," she said, "that my hair would be cut off." "That will be after you are made at home in the Atrium of Vesta," spoke the Pontiff.
After Brinnaria had gone, Commodus resumed: "Now we must decide," he said, "what kind of a sieve she is to use." Causidiena spoke up, her all but sightless eyes strained towards the Emperor. "Lutorius and Numisia and I have talked over that question," she said. "It seems to me that it would be unfair to her for us to decide on a metal sieve.
Numisia tried to stop me and somehow fell on the floor and was stunned. She came to after I was done with Bambilio, but she fainted again. I beat him till he is just a lump of raw meat, eleven-twelfths dead, wallowing in his blood like a sausage in a plate of gravy." "My child!" Causidiena cried, "this is sacrilege!" "Not a bit of it!"
Even more was this abundance of good music a solace and a comfort to Causidiena, for, like Dossonia, her predecessor, like so many former Chief Vestals, Causidiena was going blind from some disorder slow, painless and obscure, altogether baffling to the best medical and surgical skill.* *Clearly cataracts.
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