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which was constructedmostly of wood with a red tile roof, but it was a warm and cozy dwelling, and its residents were happy.
    They had been a close family, and if Kyna had one regret, it was that her in-laws insisted upon remaining in Corinium. They liked the town with all its bustle, and Titus had his place on the council. For them life at the villa was dull. As the years passed, and the roads became more dangerous to travel, their visits grew less frequent.
    Although neither Kyna nor her husband remembered the days when the legions had overflowed their homeland, keeping Britain’s four provinces and their roads inviolate, their elders did. Julia bemoaned the legions’ loss, for without them civil authority outside the towns was hard to maintain. A plea to Rome several years after the withdrawal of the armies had been answered curtly by the emperor. The Britons would have to fend for themselves. Rome had troubles of its own.
    Then suddenly, three years ago, Gaius and Kyna had been sent word that Julia was ill. Gaius had taken a party of armed men and hurried to Corinium. His mother had died the day after his arrival. To his surprise and even deeper sorrow, his father, unable to cope with the loss of the wife who had been with him for most of his adult life, pined away, dying less than a week later. Gaius had seen to their burial. Then he had returned home, and the remaining family had drawn in even closer.
    Now, Kyna Benigna left her husband to his accounts and hurried off to find her mother. Brenna was in the herb garden transplanting young plants into the warm spring soil.
    “Gaius has sent to his family in Rome for a husband for Cailin,” Kyna said without any preamble.
    Brenna climbed slowly to her feet, brushing the dirt from her blue tunic as she did so. She was an older version of her daughter, but her braids were prematurely snow-white, providing a startling contrast to her bright blue eyes. “What in the name of all the gods possessed him to do a silly thing like that?” she said. “Cailin will certainly accept no husband unlessshe herself does the choosing. I am surprised that Gaius could be so foolish. Did he not consult with you beforehand, Kyna?”
    Kyna laughed ruefully. “Gaius rarely consults with me when he plans to do something he knows I will disapprove of, Mother.”
    Brenna shook her head. “Aye,” she answered. “It is the way of men. Then we women are left to repair the damage done, and to clean up the mess. Men, I fear, are worse than children. Children know no better. Men do, and yet they will have their way. When are we to expect this proposed
bridegroom?”
    Kyna clapped a hand to her mouth. “I was so distressed by Gaius’s news that I forgot to ask him. It must be soon, or he wouldn’t have said anything. Cailin’s birthday is in a few weeks. Perhaps Quintus Drusus will arrive by then. I expect that Gaius has been dealing in this perfidy since last summer. He knows the young man’s name, and even his history.” Her blue eyes grew angry. “Indeed, I am beginning to suspect this plot was hatched some time ago!”
    “We will have to tell Cailin,” Brenna said. “She should be aware of her father’s actions. I know Gaius will not force her to marry this Quintus if she does not like him. That is not his way, Kyna. He is a just man.”
    “Aye, he is,” Kyna admitted. “He has agreed that if Cailin refuses his choice, he will find Quintus Drusus another wife, and give him some land. Still, I wonder, Mother, will these Roman relations be content if their son marries another girl when they have been promised our daughter? There are no young girls of our acquaintance whose families can equal or even come near Cailin’s dowry. Times are very hard, Mother. Only my husband’s prudence has allowed Cailin the advantages of an heiress’s wealth.”
    Brenna took her daughter’s hand in hers and patted it comfortingly. “Let us not seek out difficulties, or see them where none yet