The Golden Dice - A Tale Of Ancient Rome - Plot & Excerpts
And her room was redolent with the smell of sweet violets. Semni had been mistaken about the scent of orris lingering in the nursemaid’s hair and clothes. It was not perfume but the incense the girl burned to speed her prayers to Aita. Semni sat on the bed and fed Nerie. The boy was fretful with pain. Loosening his swaddling, she smoothed more of the honey lotion on his hand before laying him down and stroking him until he fell asleep. Aricia loosened Semni’s topknot and combed her hair. Such ministrations reminded the girl of nights with her sisters. They would often gossip or squabble as they tended to each other’s grooming, heaping bone pins into piles and combing out each other’s tresses. Now she had lost both of them—one to death and the other to treachery. Aricia had no such memories. She had no siblings. And the other servants kept her at a distance, conscious of her sanctimony. Her mother did not approve of her fervor for the death cult either. Semni knew, though, that Cytheris was proud that Aricia had been entrusted with the care of the heirs of the house.
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