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Updated: June 7, 2025
It turns out that he was only biding his time. He has formally accused you before the College of Pontiffs, alleging in general your long-continued familiarity with Vocco, and, in particular, your having been outside of Rome after midnight in Vocco's company." "Whew," Brinnaria exclaimed, "this is indeed serious! I feel myself strangling or starving in a vaulted cell. What am I to do?"
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."
As when younger, she dined out very often and regularly with Vocco and Flexinna. But since Calvaster's accusation, she never visited Flexinna alone, always in company with another Vestal, usually Terentia, so that her dinners at Flexinna's became restricted to evenings on which she and Terentia were both off duty.
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!"
Calvaster made sure of proving those facts, for he had two highly respectable and respected nobles to swear that they were with him and saw Vocco and the litter and knew the litter for Nemestronia's. That he had any number of witnesses to swear to the frequency of your visits to Vocco's house, your habit of dining there and the freedom with which you treated him.
He is now on his estates near Fregellae and Almo is his head overseer, in charge of the entire place. He has been there three months already." Brinnaria fidgeted on her sofa, for, as on the previous occasion, Vocco had imparted his news after dinner. "Give me another goblet of that Setian you bought from Zaelis," she said. "I'm getting to be a confirmed wine-bibber.
At the suggestion of preparing for sale any of the palaces of her near kinsfolk she balked; from the barest hint towards moving the furniture in her father's home she recoiled in horror. Vocco found himself faced by invincible femininity, with the possession of which he would not have credited Brinnaria. At first he was irritated. As he missed sale after sale he became more and more aggravated.
"In any case," spoke Brinnaria, "I keep on even if I have to expose myself and be recognized in Aricia." Vocco gave up the effort to influence her. The roads joining the Appian Way were paved with similar blocks of the same sort of stone. In the fog they went wrong three several times where side-roads branched off at a thin angle.
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.
I've had Vocco go to Almo and urge all these considerations on him, and the silly boy says he can't live without seeing me, that he longs for the sight of me so he cannot control himself. How's that for lover's folly? One minute he can't live away from Rome, he loves Rome more than he loves me; the next minute I'm the one object on earth which he must behold or die.
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