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Updated: June 7, 2025
At the thought of going through the deserted halls and silent rooms Brinnaria winced. But she nerved herself up to it. She named a day on which she meant to face the ordeal, asked Vocco to order the palace swept and dusted, and announced to Guntello, almost the sole survivor of her father's personal servitors, that he was to accompany her.
Numisia made every arrangement that would prevent any more from learning the secret and would make your return easy. "After you came back safe our decision seemed justified. I talked with Vocco and learned that nothing had occurred to render your exposure likely, except your encounter with Calvaster. As we heard nothing from Calvaster we felt entirely successful.
When they were clear of the city Vocco ranged his horse alongside the litter and expostulated with Brinnaria, talking Greek that the bearers might not understand. "The best thing you can do," he said, "is to give up this harebrained adventure and merely swing round through the suburbs for some hours and return to the Atrium by some other gate." "Not I," she replied in her hardest tone.
Leave out the comments and tell the story." "While Almo was away on the expedition against the nomads of the plateau," Vocco narrated, "Pennasius fell ill, was allowed to resign his governorship and Grittonius took his place. On Almo's return Grittonius complimented him most highly and promised him any reward he asked for. Almo amazed him by asking for a full and honorable discharge from the army.
But he pops up in a full meeting of the College of Pontiffs and says he saw you, after midnight and before dawn, on the Appian Road, between Aricia and Bovillae, in a litter that didn't belong to you and with Vocco on horseback beside it. That puts all the Pontiffs in possession of the facts and on the watch to see how I'll decide, if I do decide.
"How do you expect to succeed in speaking to Almo?" he asked. "I leave that to you," she said; "you must manage to see the Dictator of Aricia and tell him that you have with you a lady in a litter who must speak to the challenger before the fight." "I'll attempt the commission," said Vocco, "and I'll do my utmost, but I hold it impossible."
When their hoof-beats had grown faint in the distance ahead, Vocco ranged his horse alongside the litter and asked: "Did you notice the man on the white horse?" "I recognized him," said Brinnaria briefly. The fog held all the way to the Appian Gate, which they reached as some watery sun-rays struggled through the mist, held until they reached the Atrium.
Vocco could not discover anyone in Hippo who had ever heard of a slave-dealer named Jegius. When Vocco returned to Rome with his report Brinnaria set in motion all the forces of her world which could be utilized under the circumstances.
On their way from Rome the reliefs had invaded every inn they passed and, lavishly provided with small coins by Vocco, had provisioned themselves abundantly. These supplies they handed over to their fellows when they took up the litter. All the way back the spare carriers, plodding behind, munched their provender and conversed in undertones. The bearers, necessarily flagging, trudged leadenly.
"We were afraid," Vocco apologized, "that what I have to tell you would spoil your appetite." "It would take something pretty bad to spoil my appetite," Brinnaria reflected. "Is Almo dead?" ?Not so b-b-bad as that," spoke Flexinna. "Tell me, Quintus," Brinnaria breathed. Vocco fidgeted. "It's an amazing story," he began. "All his story, all my story, all our story," Brinnaria cut in, "is amazing.
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