Greetings friend,
My name is Cassia which means empty and vain and I’m sorry to admit that it fits. My husband is called Avitus which means ancestral.
His name puts a lot of pressure on me to produce children. I make many sacrifices to Diana, the goddess of fertility.
Our marriages here in Rome, unlike many lesser civilizations are monogamous. There is almost no divorce here. The husband can initiate divorce on the grounds of infidelity or infertility, but it rarely happens.
There are several ways to become betrothed.
For non-citizens, they lived together and if they were happy, they needed to make a formal announcement. This was very simple. They just held hands in public. They would have a ceremony but no contract.
In my case, my father decided on my fiance and a formal betrothal was announced. Avitus gave me a ring symbolizing that he trusted me with his worldly belongings. (This may well be the precursor to the modern engagement ring.)
The dowry was arranged and the day of the wedding was set. Choosing the day was complicated. February and May were taboo. June was a good month (thus the June Bride) but it was still necessary to consult the oracles for the specific date.
I must admit that I lived up to my name. I was not the most patient or serene of brides to be. If it were to be done, I wanted it done now.
Finally the day arrived! And all my impatience turned to nervousness.
My mother arrived to bath and anoint me. Then she dressed me in the traditional white robes which would never be used again.
I argued and fussed as she did my hair. And then she put on my off white veil. Almost done.
The most important part of my costume was a sash tied with the knot of Hercules. Only my husband would be allowed to remove it.
The wedding ceremony itself was relatively painless.
We had the 10 witnesses necessary and held hands in front of the priest where we chanted out vows. We then sat on stools facing the altar and made offerings to Jupiter. We offered a pig and a cake, which we ate afterwards.
We had the wedding breakfast, paid for by Avitus, but held at my father’s house. And we received many beautiful gifts which made me very happy.
Then it was time for the procession to my husband’s house. Before this could begin we had to re-enact a version of abduction of the Sabines where my mother pretended to try to save me but Avitus “abducted” me with a mock show of force.
Then I was escorted to my new home.
The threshold was adorned with garlands and the torches were thrown away. I made an oath to my marriage and my husband. It was also my duty to rub the threshold with oil and fat and wrap it with wool, a symbol of my becoming a domestic wife.
I was carried over the threshold to honor Venus, the goddess of virgins.
Avitus and I both touched fire and water to ensure that our unity will last through eternity. (Poor Avitus, I only hope he can endure me that long…)
I was presented with a key and then the festivities began in earnest. Feasting, music, dancing… It was a marvelous celebration!
Before we entered the bedchamber, I lit a special torch, blew it out and tossed it to the crowd who scrambled to get it. For good luck.
The next morning I emerged a matron. No less vain, but a matron.
By Ellen Chatillon
A Simply Elegant Wedding
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