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Flexinna returns from her outing, calls at once on Brinnaria, pays a brief call, goes out, gets into her litter and goes home. Brinnaria, refreshed by twenty-four hours abed, goes about her duties. The plan simply can't fail."
And you've m-m-missed a ch-ch-chance to be a V-V-Vestal. I've n-n-no p-p-patience with you. Any other g-g-girl would j-j-jump at the ch-ch-chance." "Jump at it!" cried Brinnaria. "Why?" "Why?" sneered Flexinna, blazing with excitement. "Why, just think what you've m-m-missed!
I had a k-k-kid-skin of wine p-p-put in the litter and b-b-bread and cheese and fruit." *In other words, she's pregnant. PG ed. "You did!" cried Brinnaria. "Where is Vocco?" "On horseback b-b-beside the litter," said Flexinna, "waiting for your d-d-decision." "I've made it," Brinnaria proclaimed. "Shall I g-g-go t-t-try?" enquired Flexinna. "No!"
"Yes," Flexinna replied, a bright tear in each eye. "She couldn't live forever," Brinnaria said. "She was ninety-four, wasn't she?" "Ninety-four years and eight months yesterday," Flexinna replied. She had been Chief Vestal longer than any ever and she had lived longer than any Vestal ever."
No sooner was the dinner over and the tray of figs, almonds and pomegranates and other fruit on the table, than she whispered to Flexinna: "Tell the servants to stay out. I want to talk." Flexinna signed to Vocco and they exchanged glances. "Why did you keep up the farce so long?" Brinnaria sneered. "I saw through it from the first."
It also left her enormously rich, one of the wealthiest women in Rome. Not a tenth so wealthy, but still very rich, it left Almo, Vocco and Flexinna, all of whom survived. As the plague had been rife, worse each year, for some seasons before the year of the great pestilence, so, ebbing yearly, it continued for some years after its acme.
When he was gone, she felt, as at first, a painful numbness of exaltation. Almo was now certainly a dead man. This mood suddenly inverted itself into an uncontrollable passion f solicitude. Off she posted to Flexinna and confessed everything to Vocco. In a frenzy she demanded they again borrow Nemestronia's litter and that Vocco again accompany her to Aricia.
"Eppia," ventured Brinnaria. "She's ten years old now," Flexinna demurred. "She celebrated her b-b-birthday three days before the Kalends. I was at the party." "Pennasia, perhaps," Brinnaria suggested. "D-d-deaf in one ear like her mother and grandmother," said Flexinna, "and you know it." "Licinia," Brinnaria ventured.
So led by the two little boys, their brother with the white-thorn torch walking before her, she passed through the streets to Almo's house, Nemestronia and Flexinna on either side of Almo, close behind her, Vocco and the other guests following. The people made good the Emperor's prophecy.
It gave her even more pleasure to take her mother or Flexinna with her, as was her privilege; to make them sharers in her right to be driven to Rome's chief temple, to which all other Romans, even the Emperors, must walk or be carried by litter-bearers. She discovered another privilege of her position. Roman women of the better classes never went out of doors alone.
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