"She thought to do Cailin a bad turn when she encouraged Berikos to put her in my bed the night I first came here," Wulf said. "She knew that the Dobunni ways were not Cailin's customs, and hoped to shame and degrade her by using me as her weapon."
"I know," Corio said softly. "Had it not turned out as it did, I would have strangled Brigit with my own two hands."
Wulf Ironfist looked intently at the younger man. For a brief moment he saw something in Corio's face that he had never seen there, but it was quickly gone. "You care for Cailin," he said.
"I offered to make her my wife shortly after she came here, but she did not love me, at least as a man. She said she felt for me as she had her brothers." He grinned wryly. "Now what man in love with a girl wants to hear that he reminds her of her kin? You do not remind her of her brothers, I will wager. Do you love her? I know you are good to her, but one day that will not be enough for Cailin. She is more Celt than Roman. She needs to be loved, not simply made love to."
The big Saxon thought carefully. He had not considered loving Cailin. The kind of love that Corio was speaking of was a luxury between men and women. A man sought a wife who would be a good breeder, a good helper, and perhaps if he were fortunate, a good friend. Love. He turned the word over in his brain as if he could examine it. Did he love her? He knew he wanted to be with her whenever he was not about his duties. Not just to make love to her, but to be with her; to see her smile aimed in his direction; to smell her fresh fragrance; to talk with and nestle with her on a chilly night. He thought of the mixed feelings he had had of late when other men looked admiringly at his pregnant wife. He was proud, yet he was a little jealous, too. He considered what life would be without her, and found he could not even imagine such a thing now. The realization stunned him, and he heard himself say to Corio, "Yes, I do love her," and the mad thing was that as the words rang in the springtime air, he knew in his deepest heart of hearts that it was true!
"Good," Corio said with a smile. "I am glad you love her, because Cailin loves you."
Corio's declaration surprised Wulf Ironfist. "She does?" he said. "She has never told me so, even in the heat of passion. How is it you know she loves me? Has she said it to you?"
He shook his head. "No, Wulf, but I see it in her face each time you pass by; in her eyes as they follow you about the hall; in the way she smiles so proudly when you are praised in her presence. These are all signs of her feelings for you, but because she was so sheltered by her family, she is not aware yet of what these feelings within her mean. She will be one day, but in the meantime you must not hide your feelings from her."
"I told her I would not take another woman, even when she and I could not love for the sake of the coming child. It seemed to please her very much," Wulf Ironfist told Corio.
Corio laughed. "You see!" he said triumphantly. "She is jealous, and that, my friend, is the sure sign of a woman in love."
The two men walked, still conversing, into the hall. Cailin was seated by her loom weaving cloth. She looked up, and a welcoming smile turned her mouth up prettily. "Wulf! Corio." She arose. "Are you hungry, or thirsty? May I get you something?"
"We leave tomorrow for your villa," Wulf began.
"I am coming with you," Cailin said.
"You cannot," he told her. "This is man's work."
"Neither my father's lands nor my cousin's are defended. There was never any need for that kind of defense. You will meet with no resistance, I promise you. Quintus Drusus will protest, but even his father-in-law, the chief magistrate of Corinium, will not deny me what is rightfully mine."
"You will not be safe," Wulf Ironfist said, "unless I kill this Quintus Drusus. Remember, he had no mercy upon your family."
"I will never forget his treachery as long as I live," Cailin replied. "Of course you must kill him, but not in such a way that the magistrate can charge you with his murder. My son must have his father."
"And my son's mother must remain here where she will be safe," Wulf countered with what he thought was sound logic.
"If I do not go with you, then how will they know I am alive? I want Quintus to see me, and know that I have come not just to reclaim what is rightfully mine, but to expose his wickedness to the world."
"You cannot ride a horse, Cailin," Corio said.
"There is little to riding pillion behind my husband," Cailin replied. "My belly is not that big yet. The child is not due until after the harvest. I must be there. It is my right to see justice served!"
"Very well," her husband answered, "but we leave before dawn, Cailin. If we meet with any resistance, you must get down and hide. Will you promise me that, lambkin?"
"Yes," she said, and then she smiled almost cruelly. "It will be very frightening to see a large party of armed warriors coming from the forest and across the fields. It has been over a hundred years since such a thing has occurred, and certainly not in the memory of anyone living hereabouts now. You will strike terror into all who see you." She looked at the two men. "Does Berikos know of your plans?"
They shook their heads.
"We will only tell him we are taking the men on a practice march," Wulf said. "He doesn't have to know any more than that."
"No," Cailin agreed. "He does not. He grows stranger as each day passes, and spends all his time with Brigit. We only see him for meals in the early morning and at night. Frankly, I prefer it."
Her two companions said nothing. Berikos's overthrow was not Cailin's business. It would happen soon enough.
It was dank and chilly as they arose in the dark of the night to dress for their departure. Wulf handed his wife a pair of braccos.
"Corio gave them to me to give you," he said. "They are lined in rabbit fur, and big enough for your belly."
Cailin was delighted to have the garment. She made a belt from a length of ribbon to hold up the braccos, and then slipped her camisa and tunic dress on over them. Her boots were fur-lined as well, and absorbed the chill from her feet even as she slid into them. She ran the pearwood comb through her hair and, taking up her cloak, silently followed her husband outside, where Corio and the others were already waiting upon their own animals.
Wulf Ironfist mounted his horse, then reached down and pulled Cailin up behind him. She put her arms about his waist, and they were off. There was a waning moon that gave them scant light, and the forest was particularly dark, but with each foot forward that they traveled, the sky above them faded from pitch-black to gray-black, and finally to an overcast gray as they crossed the great meadow Cailin remembered from her journey to the Dobunni hill fort almost a year ago. Birds chirped cheerily as they passed through the second wood and then over the hills that led to the home Cailin had once known.
On the crest of the final hill they stopped, and looking down Cailin could see the ruins of her family's home. They looked undisturbed; the rubble uncleared, although the surrounding fields were plowed and the trees in the orchards appeared to be well-pruned. "Take me to the villa," she said softly. "It is early yet, and there is no one about to give the alarm."
Wulf Ironfist led his warriors down the hill. They stopped before the ruined building, and Cailin clambered down from the horse's back. For a long moment she stood just staring, and then she entered. Carefully she picked her way through the atrium, stepping over the fallen timbers that lay strewn across what had once been a magnificent stone floor inlaid with mosaic designs. Wulf, Corio, and several of the other men followed her.