‘There will be time for words later, Miss,’ said Rose.
‘No there won’t,’ said Rubria, ‘I have learnt enough of these peoples words to know I am dying.’
Rose’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle the sob that threatened to burst from her very soul.
‘Rose,’ continued Rubria, ‘We have come a long way you and I, and you are a free woman, But there is something I would ask of you.’
‘Anything,’ whispered Rose, almost silently.
‘The child,’ said Rubria, I want you to care for her as if she was your own. Bring her up in the ways of the Goddess. Teach her the devotions and the rituals that have been part of me for as long as I can remember. Will you do that?’
Rose nodded, and wiped the tears from her face with the sleeve of her shawl.
‘Of course I will,’ she said.
‘Also,’ said Rubria, weakly, ‘The child will need a father to protect her. Make an honest man of Dragus and take him as your man.’
‘I am a slave, Miss, I am not sure he will see me as a suitable match.’
‘You are a free woman, Rose, and I have seen the way he looks at you,’ said Rubria, ‘But men are stupid in these matters, you will have to take the lead. Besides, the attraction seemed mutual in the darkest hours of the cold nights.’
‘You have heard us?’ asked Rose, feeling the blush starting on her cheeks.
‘Don’t fret, Rose,’ said, the Priestess, ‘You have your needs, and truth be told, there were times when I envied the protecting embrace of a man when I was afraid. Alas, it seems the mother has other plans for me.’
‘Oh, Miss,’ started Rose.
‘Wait,’ said Rubria, ‘There is one more thing you must do.’ She spent the next few minutes explaining the task to her friend before collapsing weakly back onto the firs.
‘I grow tired,’ she said, ‘Do you understand everything I have said.’
‘Yes, Miss,’ said Rose, ‘Though it is a big undertaking.’
‘I know you can do it, Rose,’ said Rubria, ‘Now, bring me my daughter so I can take the memory of her into the next life.’
Rose stood up and collected the baby from one of the women remaining in the cave. She placed her in the arms of the Priestess and pulled the linen cloth back from around the child’s head so Rubria could see her face.
‘She’s beautiful,’ whispered Rubria, her own tears beginning to roll.
The baby woke up and gazed into her mothers eyes for the first and last time.
Rubria gasped in astonishment.
‘Holy, Mother,’ she whispered, ‘Look at her eyes, Rose, have you ever seen any so beautiful.’
Rose looked down, and though the imminent death of her Priestess was foremost in her mind, the astonishing depth of blue that stared back at her was like nothing she had ever seen.
‘She is truly blessed by the Goddess,’ said Rose.
‘Look after her, Rose.’
‘I will, Miss,’ cried Rose, ‘By all the God’s in the heavens, I promise you she will be brought up safe and in the ways of Vesta.’
‘Then I will die happy,’ said Rubria.
Outside the cave, the crowd had fallen silent, and Dragus sat with his back against a tree waiting to be told something. Finally, thirty minutes later, the morning air was shattered by a chorus of unearthly wails, echoing out of the cave and around the valley as all the women started their mourning.
Dragus jumped to his feet, and ran up the hill. This time, nobody tried to stop him. He burst passed the several women at the cave mouth and entered the cavern. Rose was knelt by the side of Rubria’s body, smoothing her sweat-soaked blonde hair back from her cold brow. Any colour had gone and Dragus knew the Priestess was dead. He knelt besides Rose and put his arms around her shoulders.
‘What happened?’ he asked.
‘The birth was too much for her,’ said Rose, not taking her eyes off the Priestess, ‘She gave everything she had but in the end was too weak.’
‘The child?’ asked Dragus, looking around.
‘She is fine,’ said Rose, ‘The midwives are seeing to her needs for now, but it is you and I who will raise her. Rubria wished it so.’ She looked up at him through glistening eyes. ‘Is that okay?’
‘Of course it is,’ he said.
They stayed with the body for over an hour before the women took it away to prepare for burial. Finally they were alone.
‘I can’t believe she has gone,’ said Dragus eventually, the words echoing around the cave.
‘She hasn’t,’ said Rose
‘Sorry, I don’t understand,’ said Dragus
‘She is here,’ said Rose looking up to the cave ceiling, ‘All around us. Her spirit inhabits these walls, and always will.’
‘You don’t know that,’ said Dragus.
‘Oh but I do,’ said Rose, ‘She told me herself before she died.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘She made me promise three things,’ said Rose, ‘The first two was to look after the child and you, but the third is a lifetimes work. She made me promise that I would build a Temple to Vesta, and bring up the child in the way of the goddess.’
‘What, here amongst the Celts?’
‘It is what she wanted,’ said Rose, ‘She reckons that the order of Vesta would be far more appropriate here than in any city. After all, do not even these simple people have hearths and families? 'Vesta judges not by material things but by the goodness in peoples hearts.’
‘We cannot build a Temple here,’ said Dragus, ‘It would draw the attention of the Romans and there would be too many questions. Especially while Nero lives.’
‘That is why we must build it in here,’ said Rose, looking around. ‘Right here in this cave. No one needs know except those who are devoted. All we need is enough room to establish a central hearth and space for those called to service to lay their heads. Do you think we can do that, Dragus?’
Dragus stared long and hard at the beautiful ex slave before looking around the gloomy space.
‘I have been told there is a second cavern behind this,’ said Dragus. ‘It has not been used for generations and is filled with rubble but if I can clear that, perhaps there will be enough room.’
Rose took his hands and kissed him gently.
‘Thank you, Dragus,’ she said, ‘Now, I have to leave you for a while. I need to pay my respects to her earthly remains and prepare her body for burial. You go and speak to the chief and see if it is okay that we stay here.’
‘Leave it to me,’ said Dragus and returned the kiss, ‘Henceforth my life will be devoted to you, the child and the Goddess.’
‘What about the memory of Rubria?’ asked Rose, in mild surprise.
‘As far as I am concerned,’ said Dragus, ‘There is no difference. In my eyes, Rubria embodied the very essence of Vesta herself. She was the Goddess.’
Dragus didn’t return to the cave and Rose spent a lonely sleepless night on his furs. Finally she must have fallen asleep for the sound of Dragus’s voice in the distance dragged her back to consciousness.
‘Rose,’ called Dragus’s voice, ‘Wake yourself. There is work to be done.’
Rose stood up, and, wrapping one of the furs around her shivering naked body, walked sleepily to the cave entrance. She squinted against the sunrise before looking down at Dragus on the clearing below.
‘About time,’ called Dragus, ‘The day is almost done.’
‘The day has just started,’ contradicted Rose. ‘Who are these people?’ She indicated the hundred strong
