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Flexinna was incredulously delighted, pathetically overjoyed to see her. "You have a wonderful larder here," she said. "Every single thing I asked for was b-b-brought me at once. I d-d-didn't have any appetite, b-b-but I had to have food. And I g-g-got it." Promptly she put on her own clothing and was gone.
"At least," Flexinna persisted, "you might say no when he asks you. That would stall the whole ceremony and give you t-t-time." "Do you suppose," Brinnaria sneered, "that I haven't thought of that? I'm tempted, of course. But that would be to advertise myself a disgrace to the Pontifex during a solemn interrogatory." "At least," Flexinna pleaded, "you might say you are over age.
When she narrated her interchange of clothing with Flexinna and her litter-journey, Commodus looked grave. The loutishness vanished from his attitude and expression. He became wholly an Emperor. "Out of Rome, outside the walls, beyond the Pomoerium all night!" he exclaimed. "That sounds bad. You were fool-hardy, too reckless entirely. Why that is impiety. That amounts to sacrilege!"
When after his honorable discharge from the army he was at liberty to remain in Britain openly and to do as he liked? Can you see through it?" Flexinna and Vocco agreed that they saw no glimmer of light. "At least," Brinnaria summed up, "he is in Britain and we can arrange to prevent his leaving the island. Certainly we can have him watched, wherever he goes."
They could do it in a little over five hours, if everything went just right. They'd take at least eight hours for the return journey. You wouldn't be back at the Appian gate before sunrise. It would be a hungry job." "I thought of that," Flexinna informed her. "I'm always ravenous when I'm this way* and c-c-can never g-g-go from one meal to the next.
Almo sent me messages by all sorts of mutual acquaintances, by his people and mine, by Flexinna, by Nemestronia, by Vocco, begging me to exchange letters with him. I was angry and said so and repeatedly sent him word that he was most foolish and most inconsiderate. I sent him word that if he wanted to please me he'd ignore my existence and stay as far from me as possible.
All men like C-C-Calvaster assume that every married woman is interested in some man b-b-besides her husband, or in almost any man, and if married women are under suspicion, on the assumption that one husband is not enough, of c-c-course you Vestals, who haven't even a husband, are doubly under suspicion." "Bah!" snarled Brinnaria, "you make me cross!" "Facts are facts," Flexinna summed up.
Brinnaria thereupon related her encounter with Calvaster and her conversation with Flexinna. The Emperor stroked his beard and reflected. "I have never liked Calvaster," he said, "and if I had been in the city to consider recommendations for appointments he would, assuredly, never have become a member of Rome's hierarchy. I deem him gravely unsuited for even the most minor grade of Pontiff.
The transit to Italy at Messina was a sort of ferry. Italy was served by a network of roads always busy. Almo's letters to Flexinna were fairly regular and Vocco heard frequently from his friends among Almo's brother officers and sometimes from his military superiors.
We are, if I may use the word, rather prone to gloat over it, and, while continually congratulating ourselves and each other, we cannot but mourn the infrequency of such happiness throughout our Italian nobility. There are few matrons in Rome as serenely happy as your friend Flexinna, few indeed who find all their happiness in children, husband and household.
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