Meffia was indeed a cause of solicitude. She was stupid, slow and idle
about her lessons, tearful on the slightest provocation, inert at all
times and generally ailing, though never actually ill. She never looked
clean, no matter how faithfully her maid toiled over her; she could
somehow reduce, in an amazingly short time, the neatest attire to the
semblance of mussed and rumpled rags; she slouched and shambled rather
than walked, she lolled rather than sat.
Her hands were feeble and ineffective, her writing remained a childish
scrawl, no matter how much she was made to practice, she dropped things
continually and frequently spilt her food at meal-time. Most of all was
her awkwardness manifest in the temple.
The temple was circular, its roof supported by eighteen splendid marble
columns, the intervals between which were walled up to the height of not
much more than five feet, the space from the top of the low wall to the
roof being filled in with magnificent lattices of heavy cast bronze;
so that the temple was a pleasant, breezy place on warm days, but very
draughty in chilly weather and bitterly cold in winter. It contained
no statue, nor any other object of worship, except in the center of
its floor the circular altar on which burned the sacred fire, solemnly
extinguished and ceremonially rekindled on each first of March, the New
Year’s day of the primitive Roman Calendar, but which must never at any
other time be permitted to go out, upon whose continual burning depended
the prosperity of Rome, according to the belief implicitly held by all
Romans from the earliest days until Brinnaria’s time, and for centuries
after. The extinction of the perpetual fire, whether by accident or
by neglect, was looked upon as a presage of frightful disaster to the
nation, as an omen of impending horrors, almost as the probable cause
of national misfortunes. Without qualification or doubt the people of
Brinnaria’s world believed that, as long as Vesta’s holy fire burned
steadily and brightly, Rome was assured the favor and protection of her
gods; that, should it die out, their wrath was certain to be manifested
in terrible afflictions involving the entire population.
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