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She is overjoyed, and, just as her encounter with you on the Flaminian Road not only stopped her proposed marriage to Orensius Pacullus, but made her feel she never wanted to hear of him again, so your resurrection and reappearance now has spoiled an apparently prosperous wooing of her by Flavius Clemens, who is as good a fellow as lives; noble, rich, handsome, charming and just such a suitor as Vedia might and should have married if you were really dead, and one she could not, in any case, help flirting with.
He did not mention Vedia and I was still too dazed, too numb, too weak, too acquiescent to ask after her, or even to think of asking after her or to notice that he had not mentioned her. "While I was talking to Nemestronia," Tanno said, "I took care to warn her about that cursed leopard. She would not agree to cage it, at least not permanently.
But they were sly about my comical appearance while the leopard mauled and tousled me. Two did not speak. Vedia was cold and mute and spoke only when she rose, excusing herself to Nemestronia and calling for her litter first of them all.
After I was alone and had eaten what he brought I basked and idled happily, thinking of Vedia, entirely unruffled by the fact that I had had no missive or message from her, considering her silence merely discreet and judicious after her spectacular rescue of me in the Tepidarium, and confident of seeing her as soon as I was entirely well. While I was in this mood my hostess came to chat with me.
When a maid summoned me into her tablinum, I found her alone, seated in her favorite lounging chair, charmingly attired and, I thought, more lovely than I had ever seen her. "Oh, Caia!" I cried. She bridled and stared at me haughtily. "'Vedia," if you please, she said coldly. "You have no manner of right to 'Caia' me, Andivius."
I helped Vedia into the coach and she disposed herself at full length on its cushions, sinking into the feathers.
I barely caught a glimpse of his face, but I made sure he was no one I had ever seen before and equally sure that he was not a Sabine. When we reached the entrance of Villa Vedia, which was also the crossroad down which Marcus Martius and his bride must come, there was no sign of a travelling carriage, nor any fresh ruts in the road. We halted and peered into the mist.
I walked round the coach and slid all the panels except the front panel through which the moonlight entered, then I climbed inside, shut and fastened the door, shut the panels, fastened each and stretched out by Vedia, like her with plenty of cushions and pillows under my head and shoulders. As I fastened the last panels we heard the hunting-squall of a leopard at no great distance.
I purposed sending you, with this, what flowers my gardens afford towards decorating your triclinium for your feast. I beg that you accept these as a token of my good will. When you reach Rome I beg that, at your leisure and convenience, you transmit my best wishes to my kinswoman, Vedia Venusta. "Farewell." This note staggered me more than the sight of the flowers.
Vedia and Tanno will do all they can for me. I have hosts of friends, not a few of whom will aid Vedia and Tanno as far as they are able. By keeping quiet here I shall give my friends a chance to save me, if I can be saved. If not, I shall here await such orders as may be sent me, or my arrest, if I am to be seized." "Is that your whole plan?" Agathemer queried. "All," I said.
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