Read The Golden Dice - A Tale of Ancient Rome Online
Authors: Elisabeth Storrs
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For Camillus, the wolf, skulked outside her city ready to wreak annihilation. And when he was no longer in office others would follow with the same intent. She knew she was an emblem of sedition and could expect death if they succeeded. So could Mastarna. After today, though, she finally understood that her children would not be spared either. For certain no humanity would be shown to the Veientanes.
Vel’s
dice box sat on the side table, retrieved from his cloak when the slave boy had collected his master’s soiled clothes. Caecilia shook the golden tesserae onto her palm, feeling their worn smoothness.
The dark mastery of Artile over her had ended but there was always the specter of his prescience. Somehow he’d known the result of the throw pointed to Rome, and that she had disobeyed Nortia. Once he’d gulled her into believing she could delay her destiny. And as much as her husband told her she must surrender to fortune, the vestiges of her younger self remained. The hope that she could influence the goddess had never truly left her. It was ingrained in her to chafe against the strands of fate. To try to weave them to her purpose.
Yet
Uni, Veii’s protectress, had sheltered her city today. The goddess that she still called Juno sent hail when disaster beckoned. There must have been a reason for this salvation. Had the Veientanes been rescued so that they might smite their enemy? After all, Thefarie was mustering Rasennan forces. Veii could yet march on Rome. And Etruscan kings had ruled there before.
Caecilia traced the symbols on the golden dice with a fingertip. What if her pathway back was via the Veientanes making the Romans their subjects once again? What if her family could pass through the gates of Rome not as captives but as conquerors?
Vel stirred beside her, wakening to pain. Mouth parched, he lay with bloodshot eyes open, disoriented until he saw her. She laid her hand on his forehead checking for fever.
“
Don’t fuss.” His voice was hoarse.
“
I am allowed to worry.” She helped him sip some water laced with poppy juice to soothe the pain. “Does it hurt terribly?”
He closed his eyes briefly with the effort of movement before he examined his injured arm. “If I am to be a cripple it might be better if I’d died.”
“
Don’t say such a thing!”
Seeing her stricken face, he reached over to cup her face, tracing the curve of her cheekbone with his thumb. “You are gaunt, Bellatrix. Was the labor very hard?”
“
No,” she lied. “Although our daughter was a little reluctant to fight her way from the womb.”
Vel ran a finger along the birthmark on her neck. “I think, perhaps, that you are not being truthful. I think you have suffered.”
Raising his hand to her lips, she kissed his grazed knuckles. “I’ve forgotten any travail now that we have our healthy child.”
“
Thank you, Bellatrix, I could have no better wife.”
“
Nor I a better husband.”
He was tiring, shifting his weight to ease the discomfort but finding no relief. Caecilia laid the dice on the bed before propping some pillows behind him. Mastarna gathered them up.
“
Ah, I’m glad I did not lose these. They are my luck. They brought you back to me.”
Caecilia paused, uncertain if she should confess what the dice had truly determined. But this was not the time. Later, though, she would tell him that she was prepared to stand in the citadel square and declare to all her intention to wage her own war on Rome.
Seeing his weakness, she rose to let him sleep
, but he held fast to her hand. “Lie next to me.”
Her clothes were stiff with stain and smell, her bodice crusted with what little milk she had, her hair disheveled. “I must bathe first.”
“
Stay.”
Slipping off her ruined shoes, she slid beneath the sheet and curled up beside him, no gap between them. Head resting on his shoulder, she remembered how once she’d lain in her white bridal tunic on their first wedding night, hair still braided, terrified of consummation, loyal only to Rome.
Soothed by the beat of his heart and his scented skin as he slept, she too grew heavy-lidded.
It was nearly dawn, the eastern sky shot with color, the sun’s rays bathing the leaves of the grapevine with light. Soon they would be bright with autumn’s colors. In winter, when the boughs were bare, Camillus would no longer be a consular general and, by the grace of the gods, Mastarna would be strong again.
Sleep stalking her, Caecilia eased the tesserae from Vel’s hand, tightening her fingers around them. Truly a Rasennan. Faithful to Veii. Enemy to Rome.
She had not flouted the goddess.
Nortia brought her back for a reason.
Elisabeth Storrs has long held an interest in the history, myths and legends of the ancient world. She is an Australian author and graduated from the University of Sydney in Arts Law, having studied Classics. She lives with her husband and two sons in Sydney and over the years has worked as a solicitor, corporate lawyer, governance consultant and is now a business writer.
The Golden Dice
, the sequel to
The Wedding Shroud
is the second novel in the
Tales of Ancient Rome
series set in Ancient Rome and Etruria. The third volume,
Call to Juno
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The Wedding Shroud
was judged runner-up in the international 2012 Sharp Writ Book Awards for general fiction.
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Rome
Pinna (Lollia): A prostitute
Marcus Furius
Camillus:
Patrician consular general
Marcus
Aemilius Mamercus Junior: Aemilius’ son, Caecilia’s cousin
Appius Claudius
Drusus:
Friend of Marcus, Caecilia’s former admirer
Marcus
Aemilius
Mamercus Senior: Caecilia’s uncle and adopted father
Genucius: Plebeian consular general
Calvus: Plebeian people’s tribune
Sergius: Patrician consular general
Verginius: Patrician consular general
Fusca: Pinna’s mother
Lollius: Pinna’s father
Veii
Caecilia
(Aemilia Caeciliana): Born in Rome, Mastarna’s wife (nickname Bellatrix)
Vel
Mastarna
Senior
:
Etruscan nobleman, Caecilia’s husband
Artile
Mastarna: Soothsayer, Mastarna’s brother
Tarchon
Mastarna: Adopted son of Mastarna
Tas
(Vel Mastarna Junior): Caecilia and Mastarna’s firstborn son
Larce
Mastarna: Caecilia and Mastarna’s second son
Arnth
Mastarna: Caecilia and Mastarna’s youngest son
Thia
(Larthia) Mastarna: Caecilia and Mastarna’s daughter
Ramutha
Tetnies: Caecilia’s friend
Thefarie
Ulthes: Ramutha’s husband, Mastarna’s friend
Vipinas: Chief magistrate (zilath) of Veii
Caile: Grandson of Vipinas
Kurvenas: King (lucumo) of Veii, Mastarna’s rival
Sethre
Kurvenas: Son of Kurvenas
Lusinies: A general
Semni: A potter, servant in Mastarna’s house
Arruns: Mastarna’s Phoenician bodyguard
Cytheris: Caecilia’s maidservant
Aricia: Cytheris’ daughter, nursemaid
Perca: Junior nursemaid
Velthur: Semni’s husband
Metli: Ramutha’s daughter
Arnth
Ulthes:
Murdered zilath of Veii, Mastarna’s friend
Tulumnes
:
Former king of Veii, Kurvenas’ cousin
Seianta: Mastarna’s first wife
Aule Porsenna: Zilath of Tarchna
Italicized names are used more commonly than full titles.
The Gods
Nortia/Fortuna: Goddess of Fate
Uni/Juno: Goddess of marriage/mothers/children—queen of the gods, wife of Tinia/Jupiter
Tinia/Jupiter: King of the gods, husband of Uni/Juno
Turan/Venus: Goddess of love
Aita: God of the Afterworld (his worshippers follow the Calu Cult)
Fufluns/Dionysus: God of wine and regeneration
Mater Matuta: Goddess of the dawn
Mars: Roman god of war
There is a hyperlink to the cast at the end of each chapter.
Acheron:
In Greek mythology, the river of sorrow in the Underworld; in Etruscan religion, the “Afterworld” or “the Beyond”, a place to which the dead journeyed over land and sea.