
Verulam emptied itself to watch Alban's punishment, while Hyacintha remained in her mother's atrium with the British slave Ebba. Why should a good man die while the city leaves its homes to watch him? You step into this one-chapter preview with Hyacintha at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. I will learn the name, father, even if the city has decided it must disappear. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
Read No. XIII; or, The Story of the Lost Vestal