The fire itself was contained within a granite hollow in the floor of the Temple and was fed constantly by logs brought into the city from the imperial forests to the west of the Apennine Mountains. Rubria’s duty was to ensure the flames were fed from the stockpile contained in the six alcoves around the circular walls of the Temple and honour the Goddess with the suitable prayers on the stroke of every hour. It was a duty of love and one she cherished with all her heart.
Rubria rose from her knees at the culmination of the twelfth prayer and checked the fire’s strength. She retrieved the soft broom and started to gently sweep the marble floor surrounding the hearth. Though there was never any mess other than the occasional fall of ash, the act ensured the Temple was always as pure as the Goddess herself and was a ceremony that reached back over a thousand years to when the original flame was in a much more humble setting. She knew that at the sound of the bell a fellow Sister would enter the Temple to take her place and she would be able to continue with her other duties.
Today was a special day for Rubria. She had been inaugurated as a Priestess six weeks earlier and had since spent most of the time in prayer and carrying out her duties to the Goddess but today would be different. For the first time she was being taken out of the Forum grounds and up the nearby Palatine hill to the Domus Transitoria, the home of the Emperor. It was intended that she would be presented to Nero himself though no one quite knew if he would be there or not, nevertheless, Rubria briefly experienced the sin of excitement as she hurried back to her rooms on the upper level of the balcony surrounding the Forum.
As usual her servants had prepared the sunken bath with hot scented water and fresh clothes lay folded on her bed. Her room was a far cry from the rough cell she had occupied during her time as an Acolyte and the sumptuous surroundings reflected her elevated position in the spiritual life of the city. Colourful tapestries adorned three of the walls and thick carpets from the east protected her feet from the chill of the marble floors. A huge Lectus dominated the room, its Dias making it so high that the bed had to be accessed by a small set of wooden steps and the entire sleeping area was draped with swathes of white silk, making a sanctuary of purity where the Priestess could rest. Against one wall was an ornate couch with carved arms at both ends where she could sit and entertain visitors. A table with a washing bowl stood in a corner and finally, in the middle of the one unadorned wall was the most important thing in the whole room, a niche containing a candle to the Goddess. This was her own shrine where she prayed daily, reasserting her devotion and begging forgiveness for her transgressions.
Rubria undid her broach and handed her veil to the one servant left in the room before stepping fully clothed into the sunken bath and kneeling in the cleansing hot water. The servant followed her in and helped Rubria remove her clothing.
‘You may do my hair now, Antonia,’ said Rubria eventually.
The servant poured soap on Rubria’s re-growing hair and worked it into the scalp. Antonia had been appointed Rubria’s personal servant and though born a Roman citizen, had surrendered the rights to serve the Priestesses as had many young girls. When she had finished she poured fresh jugs of hot water to clear the soap and walked out of the bath to obtain the woollen wrap. She averted her eyes as Rubria walked out of the bath and held open the towel to await her mistress.
‘Thank you, Antonia,’ said Rubria as the servant wrapped the robe around here, ‘You may leave.’
The servant dropped to her knees and closed her eyes, her hands held together in prayer as Rubria turned to give her blessing. It was the only payment sought or given and she finally left the room, refreshed in the blessing of the Goddess. Rubria dressed herself in the crisp white robes and, after a prayer at the shrine, left her room to descend to the courtyard below.
‘Are you ready, Rubria?’ asked the High Priestess gently as she approached the awaiting litter.
‘Yes, Mother,’ she answered.
‘Then take her word forth,’ she said and opened the litter doors.
As Rubria bent to enter the sumptuous litter, the High Priestess touched her on the arm. Rubria stopped and looked at her mentor, seeing a slight look of concern on her face.
‘Be careful, Rubria,’ she said.
‘Careful mother?' answered Rubria, 'I
‘Oh, it’s probably nothing but……..just be careful.’
‘I will,’ she said and climbed in to the litter.
Eight slaves were allowed through the gates to take their places bearing the poles of the litter and a Contubernium of Praetorian Guard accompanied them, six at the front and four at the rear. Though a ten man Contubernium was usually commanded by a Decurion, due to the importance of the occupant, it was accompanied by a young Centurion, resplendent in his gleaming bronze ceremonial armour. The High Priestess approached the Centurion.
‘Hail, Dragus,’ she said.
‘Ave, Holy Mother,’ he smiled, ‘A great occasion today.’ The Centurion had been appointed protector of the Virgins by his Legate and would fulfil his role for a full year. He had already served for six months and had built up a mutual trust with the high priestess.
‘It is but…..’
‘But what?’ he asked.
She indicated for him to follow her away from the litter and spoke quietly.
‘What is his mood today?’ she said eventually.
‘Holy Mother, I am not privy to the inner circles of the Emperor,’ he said, ‘Though I have to admit there are concerns amongst the guard.’
‘Concerns?’
‘He alienates the Senate and there are rumblings about his focus.’
‘Meaning?’
‘I have to be careful, Mother,’ he said, ‘There are ears everywhere.’
‘You have the word of the Goddess herself, Centurion,’ she said ‘Your council will be withheld.’
‘I hear tell he descends into madness,’ he said eventually, ‘The bordellos and taverns resound with his songs whilst his legions want for direction.’
‘Does not the Senate take him to task?’
‘He sees himself above the whims of the Senate and revels in debauchery of the worst kind.’
‘I hear his tastes grow even more deviant.’
‘His preferences degenerate and I would not hurt you ears with description,’ he said.
‘I have heard as much,’ she answered, ‘And my concern grows.’
‘We have to go, Holy Mother,’ said Dragus, ‘The Emperor awaits.’ He dropped to one knee and the high Priestess gave him her blessing. He got to his feet but as he turned away the high Priestess called out once more.
‘Dragus!’ she said,
He turned and looked back.
‘Watch over her,’ she said indicating the litter, ‘She has the aura of the Goddess about her.’
The movement of the litter was quite relaxing to Rubria as it rocked on the shoulders of the slaves. The drapes were drawn back at her request for quite apart from the pleasure it would give those she passed to catch sight of one of the priestesses, to be truthful she was just as interested in them. She had never walked the streets of the city and at eighteen was still relatively unwise in the ways of the world.
Before the small procession marched a Lecter, the personal bodyguard that had been afforded her by the Senate for her visit to the Emperor. In one hand he carried a staff to indicate his authority and strike any coming too close while in the other he carried an axe, a reminder he had the power of execution in the service of the state. The Contubernium marched before and behind the litter and the Centurion brought up the rear so he could see any threat.
‘A Virgin approaches,’ came a cry and Rubria peered forward to see a commotion in the street as several of the populace rushed to get a better view.