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Table of Contents
  • PART I
  • PART THREE
  • PART FOUR
  • PART FIVE
  • VESTAL VIRGIN

    SUSPENSE IN ANCIENT ROME

     

    by

     

    Suzanne Tyrpak

     
     

    Copyright © 2010 by Suzanne Tyrpak 

    Cover art copyright © 2010 by Jeroen ten Berge

    All rights reserved.

       

    Although I did extensive research in order to write VESTAL VIRGIN, the book is a work of fiction. If the characters have any similarity to people who have lived in the past 1,000 years, that is coincidental.

       

    For more information about the author, please visit  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Suzanne-Tyrpak/144232238928903.

    For more information about the artist, please visit www.jeroentenberge.com

    Interior book layout and formatting: TERyvisions www.teryvisions.com

     

    Kindle Edition

    Published in the United States of America

    for My Father
     

      

    Foreword
     

    I’m always on the lookout for a great read, and nothing engrosses like well-researched historical fiction with a killer of a story and characters you both love and hate. All that and more lies waiting in the following pages of Suzanne Tyrpak’s phenomenal debut, VESTAL VIRGIN.

    Picture this: a gripping story set against ancient Rome and peopled with the major players of the time...a prophet named Paul, our hero, Elissa—a vestal virgin sworn to chastity—and of course, the psychopathic, megalomaniac Nero.

    To say more would spoil the joy of discovering all that this novel has up its sleeve, so just trust me...you’ve never read classic Rome done like this, a fully-evoked world, meticulously researched, yet compulsively readable.

    Only do yourself a favor and don’t start reading until you’ve got some time on your hands.

    Because you won’t be able to stop.

    —Blake Crouch, December 2010

    Author’s Note
     

      

      

    Vestal Virgin
    takes place A.D. 63-64. My research includes extensive reading, two trips to Italy, consulting with scholars, and a life-long fascination with ancient cultures. The story is rooted in history, and although some of these events did occur, and some are conjecture, the story is fiction. Any resemblance to people currently alive, or those who have been alive in the last 1900 years, is coincidence.

    —Suzanne

    Main Characters

    Elissa Rubria Honoria—
    Vestal Virgin (there is a record of a Vestal Virgin whose family name (
    gens
    ) was Rubria

    Marcus—
    Elissa's brother, an intellectual and former friend of Nero's (fictional)

    Angerona—
    Vestal Virgin (fictional)

    Olfonius Tigellinus—
    Praetorian Prefect and advisor to Nero

    Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus—
    Emperor of the Roman Empire, the princeps, Pontifex Maximus (high priest)

    Agrippina—
    "The Younger," Roman Empress and mother of Nero, married to the Emperor Claudius, sister of the Emperor Caligula

    Gallus Justinus—
    an Equestrian (knight) and war hero (fictional)

    Akeem—
    an Egyptian slave, servant to Justinus (fictional)

    Lucan—
    a poet, and nephew of Seneca

    Mother Amelia—
    Vestal Maxima, the high vestal (fictional)

    Honoratus Rubrius—
    Elissa's father, member of the aristocracy, a senator (fictional)

    Constantina Rubria Honoria—
    Elissa's mother (fictional)

    Flavia Rubria Honoria—
    Elissa's sister (fictional)

    Paul of Tarsus—
    the prophet Paul, a follower of "The Way," and Jesus

    Poppaea Sabina—
    Empress of Rome, Nero's wife

      

      

    PART I

      

      

    The Silent Dead

    I give you tears, and words of sorrow at our parting,

    but this ground cares not for my salt, the dead remain silent.

    Fate stole you, took you from me, heart and soul,

    beloved brother, dead, long before you grew old,

    these rituals I perform, were passed down from our ancestors,

    I weep for you, the dead, for tears are my inheritance.

    —Catullus

    CHAPTER I
     

    The Kalends of October

     

    Year IX, reign of Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus

     

    …though they may condemn me, the words I write are heartfelt. I no longer trust Nero, no longer trust the gods. I don’t fear death, but life. This life devoid of passion. My fate has never been my own—my destiny decided ten years ago when I was pledged to thirty years of chastity. Keep this letter close, for I trust only you.

     

    Elissa

     

      

    She set down the stylus and read what she’d written. Could a person be condemned merely for thinking?

    Through the narrow window of her chamber, a breeze brought the scent of roses, the last of autumn. Soon it would be winter, but sequestered within the House of Vestals the world seemed seasonless.

    “Elissa—” a voice called from beyond the doorway’s curtain.

    She snatched the papyrus, thrust it into the bodice of her stola, and turned on her stool. Angerona, her fellow priestess, swept open the curtain. Unfettered by her veil, her auburn tresses fell over her shoulders in a wild cascade of curls. Beside her, Elissa felt small and dark. She ran her tongue over her teeth, the tip lingering on her deformity.

    “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Angerona’s face was flushed, which only made her prettier. She sounded breathless, “I thought I’d find you working in the garden then I checked the library—”

    “Why aren’t you at the agora?” Elissa wiped ink from the stylus, replaced it in the jar with others, hoping Angerona wouldn’t ask what she’d been writing. “All you’ve talked about for days is that gold bracelet. I thought you’d be haggling with the merchant. Did you finally get your price?”

    “So you haven’t heard—” Angerona’s voice trailed off.

    “Heard what?”

    “All of Rome is whispering. I thought, by now, you would have known.” She touched Elissa’s shoulder, and something in her touch made Elissa shiver. “Your brother has been charged with treason.”

    “Treason?” The word passed Elissa’s lips, but didn’t register.

    “They say, Marcus has been plotting Nero’s assassination. They say—”

    “They say!” Elissa stood, toppling her stool. “You’ve been listening to idle gossip, and now you’re spreading rumors.”

    “My source is reliable.”

    “Who?”

    Angerona shook her head.

    Elissa seldom raised her voice, but now she did, “Gossip will be your ruin, Angerona. Vicious lies.”

    Angerona looked close to tears. She reached into the folds of her stola and withdrew a scroll. “This came for you by messenger.”

    Hands trembling, Elissa broke the imperial seal, read aloud:

    “I, NERO CLAUDIUS AUGUSTUS GERMANICUS, PRINCEPS OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE, BELOVED OF APOLLO, SUMMON THE VESTAL VIRGIN, PRIESTESS ELISSA RUBRIA HONORIA, TO WITNESS HER BROTHER’S DEATH—”

     

    Her mouth went dry. The gods had acted swiftly, punishing her hubris. “There must be a mistake,” she said. “A Roman citizen, the son of a senator, can’t be treated like a common criminal.”

    “I’m sorry,” Angerona said, tears spilling from her eyes.

    “First your father, now my brother—Nero holds himself above the law.” Elissa took a breath and willed her heart to beat more slowly. “I’ve got to hurry.”

    “You’re going to the circus?”

    “The emperor requests my presence. Perhaps Nero’s forgotten how my family has supported him.”

    “You can’t go unescorted—”

    “No?”

    “Let’s speak to the Vestal Maxima,” Angerona said, “request she file a petition and ask your brother’s life be spared. Even Nero can’t refuse a vestal’s intervention on behalf of a prisoner—”

    “There’s no time. Marcus fights at noon.”

    “I’ll call for the coach—”

    “I’ll walk. It’s faster.”

    “At least, change your robe. Your hem is stained from pulling weeds.”

    “I don’t want to be recognized.”

    Angerona thrust white slippers at Elissa. “Your shoes.”

    “Yes.” Elissa slid them on her feet, barely noticed. She had to get to Nero soon, and with no pompous retinue. Digging through her cedar chest, she found her oldest palla. She flung the shawl over her head and wrapped it around her shoulders.

    “You look like a beggar,” Angerona said.

    “Good. No one will notice me.”

    Elissa ripped open the doorway’s curtain. The cubicles where the six virgins slept stood empty, the inhabitants occupied elsewhere with their work—invoking blessings for the sick, copying documents, tending the sacred fire. She glanced at the closed door of the Vestal Maxima’s private chambers. At this hour Mother Amelia would be busy contracting wills and legal documents, conferring with dignitaries from the farthest reaches of the empire, downstairs in the library.

    Angerona followed at Elissa’s heels. “At least take a lictor.”

    “No bodyguard. I don’t want to be recognized.”

    “You must follow protocol—”

    Lifting her soiled hem, Elissa hurried down the marble stairway. Sun poured through the open ceiling of the atrium, dancing on the central pool. Serving women, carrying baskets heaped with linen, made their way along the pillared hallway and out into the courtyard where vats of water boiled. Laundry day kept the household busy—and made it easy to escape.

    She opened a side door, which lead out to the street.

    Angerona stepped in front of her. “You can’t go to the Circus Maximus alone—”

    “Come with me.”

    Elissa and Angerona faced each other, their breath mingling, their thoughts transparent. Torn from their families at an early age, bound by vows, they were closer than blood sisters.

    Angerona had lost her glow. Her tear-streaked face looked pale as leaden powder. Of course she wouldn’t come. For all her bluster and emotion, she possessed a strong instinct for self-preservation. And to confront Nero bordered on insanity.

    Elissa brushed a damp curl away from Angerona’s forehead. “Don’t worry, sweet. Nero loved my brother once. I’ll remind him, and you know I can be convincing.”

    “What shall I tell the Vestal Maxima?”

    “Tell her what you want.” Elissa’s laugh sounded hollow. “Tell her I’ve accepted Nero’s invitation.”

    She left Angerona gaping and walked briskly toward the forum.

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