Part 26 (1/2)

”With her Cappadocian bearers?” queried Brinnaria.

”Eighteen, of them,” said Flexinna; ”two extras.”

”How on earth did you come to do that?” Brinnaria wondered.

”I had a notion,” Flexinna explained, ”of trying to get to the G-G-Grove by the Lake b-b-before the fight. I thought p-p-perhaps Almo would listen to me if I c-c-could see him in t-t-time.”

”Did you tell Quintus?” Brinnaria demanded.

”Of c-c-course,” said Flexinna. ”He wanted to go alone, b-b-but I said Almo would not listen to him, so I p-p-persuaded him to let me t-t-try.

I c-c-couldn't think of riding, of c-c-course, as I am. He wouldn't even hear of my d-d-driving, said I might as well hang myself and be d-d-done with it as risk the jar of a t-t-travelling c-c-carriage. I said I'd use my litter. He said our b-b-bearers c-c-could never g-g-get there in t-t-time for me to hope to d-d-do any g-g-good. I said I'd b-b-borrow Nemestronia's fastest gang. He said he c-c-could g-g-go and c-c-come b-b-back on a horse quicker than any litter c-c-could reach the G-G-Grove. I repeated that Almo would certainly p-p-pay no attention to him, b-b-but might listen to me. So I b-b-borrowed Nemestronia's litter.

Shall I g-g-go? Shall I start at once?”

”No!” Brinnaria cut her off. ”Let me think. Sixteen miles? They could do it in a little over five hours, if everything went just right. They'd take at least eight hours for the return journey. You wouldn't be back at the Appian gate before sunrise. It would be a hungry job.”

”I thought of that,” Flexinna informed her. ”I'm always ravenous when I'm this way* and c-c-can never g-g-go from one meal to the next. 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!” Brinnaria fairly shouted, pulling off her headdress.

”What shall I d-d-do then?” Flexinna queried.

”Undress,” Brinnaria ordered, ”undress quick!” Flexinna stared at her, horrified.

”What for?” she quavered.

”Undress first and ask afterwards,” Brinnaria commanded. ”Undress, woman, undress!” She was tearing off her clothes as she talked.

”Can't you see, you fool!” she hissed. ”The G.o.ds have made it all easy.

The densest fog Rome ever saw and all over the country-side, a curtained litter with the fastest bearers alive right at my door, my best friend on horseback beside it, drink and food enough and to spare, me off duty till to-morrow noon and you here to change clothes with me. I put on your clothes and go save Almo.”

”You'll be outside Rome all night,” Flexinna objected. ”That's sacrilege.”

”Not a bit of it,” Brinnaria retorted. ”I know a regulation from a taboo. When the Gauls captured Rome the Flamen of Jupiter went up into the Capitol with the garrison. He might not leave Rome, it would have been impious. But the other flamens nd the Vestals left Rome, the Vestals were months at Caere. It is not impiety for a Vestal to be outside the city walls over night, it is merely forbidden by the rules.

I'm going.”

”You might as well g-g-go b-b-bury yourself alive and b-b-be d-d-done with it,” Flexinna protested. ”You're certain to b-b-be found out. It's sure d-d-death for you.”

”Hang the risk!” Brinnaria snarled. ”I never realized how much I loved Almo till you brought this news. I don't care whether I live or die or what death I die, if I can only save him.