Alba curled her fingers around the clay jar, carefully keeping it close to her chest lest she spill it. This was an important sacrifice to Bacchus, the God of wine and fertility. She had tried several times to bear a child and both times the babe died in her womb. It had become increasingly important she have a child for her husband, Basilius. He was demanding a healthy child. She must not disappoint. She ran into the Bacchus’s chambers setting her wine on the sacrificial table, hoping that Bacchus, would be pleased. Tonight, she would sleep with her husband and her womb will accept his seed of fertility for safe keeping. Surely, Bacchus, would see to the child’s healthy birth in nine months. She closed her eyes and prayed, “Please, highly favored God, Bacchus, this must work. Please, this must work.” Alba dropped to her knees with hope and despair.
The chambers of Bacchus, God of Wine and Fertility
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