"Kin raised me, in my village along a river in Germania. I was passed from one relation to another like a lovable but unwanted animal. They were not unkind, mind you, but life was hard. No one really needed another mouth to feed. I left them when I was thirteen, and joined the legions. I have never been back. This is my land now, my home. You and our child are my family, Cailin. Until I found you, I was alone."

"Until you found me," she told him, "I was alone, too. The gods have been kind to us, Wulf."

"Aye," he agreed, and looking up, they saw a falling star blazing its way across the heavens.


***

A slave came from Anthony Porcius one day with a message. Antonia had gone into labor, and the magistrate was at a loss. He wrote that Antonia's women seemed helpless; although they should not be, Cailin thought. He begged that Cailin come to the villa to aid them. Wulf Ironfist was not happy about it, but Cailin did not think in light of the magistrate's kindness to them that she could refuse.

"We will pad the cart out, and I will travel in complete comfort," she told her husband. "Our child is not due for another few weeks. Even if we go slowly, I can be there by day's end."

Anthony Porcius was grateful when Cailin arrived. Antonia was still in labor and was having great difficulty. "She sent all the women who had always been with her away after Quintus's death, and replaced them with a group of fluttery girls. I do not understand why," he told Cailin, answering her unspoken question.

"It probably had something to do with making a new start," Cailin suggested. "Perhaps the other women, who were with her when she was married to Sextus Scipio and to my cousin, made her sad. They were only reminders of all she had lost, of better times now gone."

"Perhaps you are right, Cailin Drusus," he answered.

"You have asked me to come, and I came," Cailin replied, "but how will Antonia feel about my presence? I will help her, of course, but I am no expert. Why did she have no midwife among her staff?"

He shrugged helplessly. "I do not know."

"I have never birthed a child before, Anthony Porcius, but I know what must be done. Antonia will be able to help me, for this is her fourth child. Take me to her."

When they reached Antonia's quarters, they found her alone, her maidens having fled. Glimpsing her father's companion, Antonia's blue eyes flashed angrily for a moment, but hiding her ire, she said, "Why have you come, Cailin Drusus?"

"Your father called me to help you, though the truth is you know more about birthing a child than I do. Still, I will do what I can, Antonia. Your young women seem very helpless."

Antonia whimpered as a contraction tore through her, but she nodded. "You were good to come," she answered grudgingly.

The child, who came shortly afterward, was born dead, the cord wrapped about its little neck. It was a boy, and quite blue in color. Cailin wept openly with sadness at Antonia's misfortune. Though she had detested her cousin Quintus, she knew that Antonia had loved him greatly. Loving Wulf as she did, Cailin could but imagine Antonia's deep sadness at losing the posthumous son of Quintus Drusus.

Antonia, however, was dry-eyed. "It is better," she said fatalistically. "My poor little Marius is now with the gods, with his father." She sighed dramatically.

Quintus is hardly with the gods, Cailin thought sourly, as Anthony Porcius attempted to comfort his daughter. "I will stay the night and return home on the morrow," Cailin told them, wincing just slightly as she felt a mild cramp in her belly. She started nervously.


"What is it?" Antonia, sharp-eyed, demanded.

"Just a twinge," Cailin told her with more self-assurance than she was actually feeling. She hated being here, and the morning could not come quickly enough for her.

"Do not leave me so quickly, Cailin Drusus," Antonia pleaded. "Stay with me a few days, at least until my initial sorrow is past. You are no use to that handsome husband of yours in your present condition. Bide with me a little bit. I will wager you would enjoy soaking in my baths. You have no such amenities in your hall, I believe."

Cailin considered Antonia's tempting offer. She really wanted to go home; frankly, Antonia made her uncomfortable now. If she had any real sorrow over the loss of her poor little son, there was none that Cailin could see. What kind of a woman was she? Still, her pleading tone seemed genuine, and the offer of the baths was an enticing one. Cailin did not mind the more primitive life she was living, except for one thing. She really did miss the baths, with their hypocaust heating system, that had been in her family's old villa. It had been well over a year since she had had the luxury of a long, hot soak. It would be nice to remain for a short while to indulge this familiar luxury.

"Well," she said, "I'll stay, Antonia, but only for two or three days." Then she wrapped the tiny corpse in a swaddling cloth and removed it for proper burial, sending Antonia's silly maidens back in to attend to their mistress's needs.

Their mistress hardly noticed them. She was too busy plotting. She had seen the spasm that had crossed Cailin's face. Was it possible the girl was going into an early labor? Or perhaps she had miscalculated the time of her child's arrival. Antonia Porcius knew she would never again have such an opportunity for revenge, and she wanted that revenge badly. If Cailin would deliver her child here, alone, and without her Saxon husband, then both Wulf Ironfist's wife and child would be at her mercy. Oh, Quintus, she thought. Help me to avenge your unjust death at the hands of that barbarian. Let me make him suffer as I have suffered! Why should he be happy when I am not?

"You are very good to stay with Antonia," Anthony Porcius said to Cailin that evening as they shared a meal. "This tragedy could not have come at a worse time for me. I have found a buyer for my house in Corinium. I mean to remain here with Antonia, as she is widowed. There are few young men about now, and she may not have the opportunity to marry again. My grandson will need a man's influence. If Antonia does remarry one day, no good son-in-law would refuse me my place in this house. And though she will not admit it, I think my daughter needs me."

"You need to travel to Corinium shortly?" Cailin guessed.

"Yes, I do, my dear. I have let my home run down a bit in the years since Antonia first married Sextus Scipio. I was alone, and it really didn't matter to me then. Now, however, I must make several repairs before the new owners will agree to my price. They wish to take possession as soon as possible. I am lucky to have found buyers at all in these hard times. I plan to oversee the work personally, so I will have to be away for several weeks. I know you cannot stay with Antonia all that time, but if you will visit with her for just the next few days, it will help her to overcome her sorrow." He smiled fondly, seeing his daughter as no one else certainly did. "She indulges little Quintus far too much," he confided, "and without me, there is no discipline at all."

"Two days, three at the most," Cailin told him, "but no more. My child must be born in his father's hall. My grandfather's wives, Ceara and Maeve, are coming to midwife me. I can stay but a short time, and then I must go home, Anthony Porcius. You do understand?".

He nodded. "I will ask no more of you than two days, Cailin Drusus, and I thank you for your kindness to my child. She has not always been kind to you, I know, but surely you are her dearest friend."

Anthony Porcius departed the following morning for Corinium. Watching him go, Antonia felt relief. It would have been far too difficult to execute her plans if her father had remained. Oh, yes, the gods were certainly on her side in this matter, and her pleasure increased threefold knowing that they approved her revenge. In a way, she was to be their instrument of retribution against Cailin Drusus and her husband.

Cailin found herself quickly bored. Even when her parents were alive and she had lived a life similar to Antonia's, she had never been as idle as this woman seemed to be. Antonia had seemingly recovered from the ordeal of childbed instantly. She spent her time fussing over Quintus, the younger, and beautifying herself. The tinkling, vapid girls who surrounded her did naught but giggle.

Cailin knew from her conversations with Anthony Porcius that his daughter had been devastated and embittered by her husband's death; yet here was Antonia, freshly widowed, her newborn dead, behaving as if nothing at all was amiss in her little world; and acting gracious to the wife of her husband's executioner. Cailin found herself growing more and more uncomfortable. Why in the name of all the gods had she agreed to keep this woman company, even for just a couple of days? Worse, she could not seem to escape Antonia, who seemed to be everywhere she went, and always chattering, chattering, chattering about nothing. The longer Cailin remained with Antonia, the more her voice within nagged at her; particularly when her hostess brightly informed her, "I sent a messenger to Wulf Ironfist this morning telling him to fetch you in three days."

"How kind of you to think of it," Cailin replied, wondering why she had not thought of it herself. Being here must be addling her wits. Well, at least this day was almost done.

The evening meal was a particular trial. Antonia had always loved good food and good wine, which certainly accounted for her plumpness. She pressed dish after dish upon her guest, piling her own plate high with fish in a creamy sauce, game, eggs, cheese, and bread. She fussed at Cailin for not eating enough. "You will offend my cook," she said.

"I am not particularly hungry," Cailin replied, nibbling at some fruit and a bit of bread and cheese. Her stomach was in knots.

"Are you all right?" Antonia inquired solicitously.

"Just a bit of a queasy belly," Cailin admitted reluctantly.

The little fool was in labor! She was in labor, and she did not know it, Antonia thought triumphantly. Of course she wouldn't know it. She had never borne a child before. But Antonia was certain of it. "Wine is good for an upset in your condition." she counseled, and she poured Cailin a large gobletful. "This is my favorite Cyprian vintage, and you will feel much better after you have drunk it. Take a bit of bread to cleanse your palate," she instructed, and while Cailin was thus diverted, Antonia flipped the catch on a large cat's-eye beryl ring she wore and slipped a pinch of power from the secret compartment into the wine, where it dissolved instantly. She held out the goblet to the girl. "Drink it up now, Cailin, and you will soon feel better."

Cailin sipped slowly at the wine while she watched the half-full dishes of food being returned to the kitchens. No one, she thought, could eat all that food. Such a waste when so many are going hungry. Then she gasped as a hard pain tore through her.

"You arc in labor," Antonia said calmly. Of course she was in labor. If her earlier pains had been but false labor, the drugged wine had ensured the onset of the child's birth.

"Send for my husband," Cailin said, trying to keep the fear from her voice. "I want Wulf here for his child's birth!" Oh, the gods! Why had she promised to remain here for even a day?

"Of course you want Wulf here by your side," Antonia cooed. "I remember when I bore my darling son how very much it meant to me to have my Quintus with me. I will send a slave for Wulf. Do not fear, dear Cailin. I will take good care of you." She helped Cailin into her bedchamber.

Leaving her maidens with Cailin, Antonia sent for a young male slave she had intended to make her lover. It was unfortunate, she thought, but she would have to kill him for his part in this matter, and she would not even get to enjoy him for a night. "Go to Simon, the slave merchant in Corinium. He sends consignments to Londinium monthly and will be dispatching a caravan shortly. Say I have a female slave I wish to rid myself of and he must send someone tomorrow to fetch her. She is a troublesome creature, and a liar. She must be kept drugged until she reaches Gaul. I want her sent as far from Britain as possible. Do you understand, my handsome Atticus?" Antonia smiled up into the young man's face while caressing his buttocks suggestively.

"Yes, mistress," he answered her, returning the smile. He was new in the household, but he had heard she was a lusty woman. She would certainly have no complaints over his performance when she was healed from her childbirth and ready to take a lover.