Thursday, February 2, 2012

Assignment 4

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Assignment 4 – Introduction of Characters
Sophia Wildwood

Arsinoe stood on the banks of the Tiber, the smell of the wet air mixing with the exotic scents of the Forum Boarium. Usually this combination excited her, but today it only filled her with dread. She had been instructed to wait for him, and her dominus had emphasized the importance of this meeting with his whip. She could still feel the sharp, cruel, stinging welts brushing against the rough linen on her back. Yet, this meeting held a secret meaning for her as well and, as the black bile rose in her mouth, she remembered. Shivering despite the heat, Arsinoe pulled her rough tunic around her and stared at her worn sandals, dusty from the summer roads. Her black hair was tightly bound with a leather strap and she was unadorned except for the hard metal slave collar that told the world what she was. Suddenly, she looked up, noticing a figure walking along the docks. Is this him? He is so young… I would have expected someone older. The young man approached her, all at once apprehensive and yet so apparently accustomed to his station. A station made clear by his piercing eyes and long toga, woven from wool so fine it looked like silk. Arsinoe took a step back, shaken by this young man who had come suddenly and was clearly a member of the elite – perhaps of an even higher status than her master. Mustering her courage, she stepped out of the shadows.
            “Are you Gaius Portius Caepionis?” Arsinoe was surprised at the clarity of her own voice.
            “I am. You must be the one I sent for. Good, we have much work to do and night is nearly upon us. Come.” Gesturing, the young man, led the way past the docks. As he turned the light hit him and Arsinoe saw that his toga was bordered by a purple stripe, a Toga Praetexta. He is a consul or senator, she thought. This goes much deeper than I had anticipated and I had better be prepared.