toga?â Carolyn asked, inspecting her clothes with a hint of suspicion.
âWomen donât wear togas,â the professor replied. âAnd thatâs why I have provided you with a palla , or cloak. Youâll also find calcei , or leather sandals. As far as indumenta , or undergarments are concerned, weâll dispense with the licium , an uncomfortable loincloth, and youâll wear our modern products instead. If youâre asked about these, youâll say they are worn in Prytan.â
âWhy do I smell cinnamon?â Felix asked. He was sniffing a leather pouch.
With an elfish smile, the professor explained heâd had a stroke of genius. If the pair of them got delayed in the past, they would need some type of currency. Gold was impossible â the TPM would reject it â so something else would have to serve in its place.
âWhy cinnamon?â Carolyn asked.
âBecause back then cinnamon was very precious. A single pinch will buy you a bed for the night.â
Rising from his seat, he said they should go to their quarters and try their outfits on; quickly, too, as they would be leaving soon. He removed his glasses and polished the lenses, resembling a mole as he eyed them both.
âI envy you,â he said. âTo think that you will escape our modern machines to gaze upon the Romans sends shivers up my spine. But be very careful. These people are as brutal as they are civilized.â
The pair nodded. Shaking hands with him, they took their bundles and left the room. As they headed toward two changing rooms, both were thinking the moment of truth was approaching. They were wondering, too, if they would get along: Carolyn found Felix odd, while Felix found Carolyn brash and pushy. On the other hand, they were glad they wouldnât be travelling solo.
In his room, Felix stripped down to his Protek underwear and reached for the tunic, which was two linen squares sewn simply together, with two rough holes for his arms and head. Pulling on the garment, he bunched its folds around his waist and tied these in place with a thin, leather strap. His feet groped for the sandals, which fitted him well â instead of buckles, there were straps that he could tighten at will. That left him with the toga.
He was acquainted with togas because he had woven one once, just to see what the effect would be. It was two metres long and a metre wide, with three straight sides and a semi-circular one. The trick was to secure one end to the shoulder and wrap its length maybe twice around the waist, draping the loose end in the crook of oneâs arm. It took him half-a-dozen attempts before he felt its folds were decently arranged. As an article of dress it was ridiculous and cumbersome.
He had barely finished dressing when a knock rang out. A moment later, General Manes walked into the room.
âHello, sir,â Felix spoke. âWhat do you think? Does the toga suit me?â
âVery much so,â the general replied, attempting a smile but barely succeeding.
âIs it time?â
âIâm afraid so. Carolyn is waiting at the TPM and I decided to escort you myself.â
âI see. Thatâs kind of you.â
Following the general, Felix stepped into the hallway, his movements uncertain because the toga kept slipping. As they proceeded to the Vacu-lift, he could sense the general had something to say, but that he wasnât sure how to broach the subject.
âIs something on your mind, sir?â he prodded him.
âYouâre intuitive,â the general said with approval. âThatâs one advantage of being ERR-free. Iâm worried about my daughter, of course. Since her motherâs death four years ago, she is all Iâve got. She means the moon and sun to me.â
âIâll do my best to keep her safe,â Felix promised. âAlthough she seems pretty good at looking after herself.â
âTrue enough,â the general
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