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Updated: June 16, 2025
Next morning, as she descended from her litter at Vocco's door, a Vestal's carriage drove up and Gargilia got out. "You're surprised to see me at this hour," she said, "and I don't wonder." When they were indoors and seated with Flexinna she explained: "We have been having a terrible night at the Atrium and the worst sort of luck this morning.
He can gain credit there without danger, can learn to command men and to know the great game of war. Nepte and Bescera are pleasant little cities he will be comfortable between campaigns. I'll see he sets out the day after to-morrow, at latest." Two days later, Brinnaria had a visit from Flexinna. Flexinna's eyes were dancing. "G-G-Guess where I've been," she challenged.
I'll hate to see her putting on airs as a Vestal, but I'd hate worse to be a Vestal myself, and worst of all to lose Almo. I just couldn't give up Almo." "I wish I were you," Flexinna raged. "If I were only under ten and d-d-didn't s-s-stutter, I'd d-d-do all I c-c-could to g-g-get D-D-Daddy to offer m-m-me." "Bosh!" Brinnaria sneered.
"I'm not good at guessing," Brinnaria parried; "better tell me." "I've b-b-been to the Palace," Flexinna revealed. "What took you there?" Brinnaria queried, surprised. "I was sent for," Flexinna declared, elated. "Who'd you see?" Brinnaria enquired. "The Emperor himself," proclaimed Flexinna triumphantly. Brinnaria was very much astonished. "Better tell me the whole story," she suggested.
And you had a chance to be one of the only six p-p-princesses in our world and you didn't take it. Oh, you f-f-fool, you f-f-fool!" They wrangled about their conflicting views for a long time. It was only as Flexinna was leaving that she inquired casually: "Have you heard what Rabulla d-d-died of?" "No," said Brinnaria. "what was it?" "Hadn't you heard?" Flexinna wondered.
As soon as they were alone in their bath, after she had had one good plunge in the pool, Brinnaria, treading water in the deepest part of the tank, shaking her head like a wet spaniel, demanded: "What is the matter? There's something wrong. You might as well tell me." But Flexinna put her off and laughed at her insistence. To Brinnaria the laughter seemed forced and so did the talk at dinner.
Being sold as a slave is universally regarded as the worst fate that can befall a man in life. What makes the prospect of life as a slave so alluring to him?" "Flexinna and I have been debating that point," said Vocco, "but we cannot so much as think up a conjecture. "As to the facts there can be no doubt. He was publicly sold in the marketplace of Eboracum."
"There's no one alive I despise as much as that detestable ninny. I've a mind to chuck Almo and ask Daddy to offer me, just to spite Meffia." "Why d-d-don't you?" Flexinna stuttered. "D-d-do it n-n-now, right n-n-now. You might be t-t-too late." "Oh bosh," Brinnaria groaned. "What's the use of talking nonsense? What would be the sense in my spoiling my life to spite Meffia? I hate her.
Systematically she drove everywhere, once alone with her maid, once with each of the other Vestals, often with her mother, often with Flexinna.
The case, by common consent, was tabooed as a subject of conversation at all social gatherings; feeling ran so high that it was possible to mention the matter only between intimate friends. Naturally Flexinna and Brinnaria, Terentia and Vocco discussed the case frequently. To her friends' amazement Brinnaria maintained that she did not feel convinced of Calvaster's guilt.
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