To Love Again - Bertrice Small [26]
Ceara divined the trouble immediately. “It is the will of the gods,” she said quietly. “Sometimes they are kind, and sometimes they are cruel, and sometimes in being kind, unkind. You and Brenna are alive this day because your journey in this world is not yet done. Would you dare to question the wisdom of the gods, Cailin Drusus?”
“Yes!” Cailin cried. “Why should I live when my family does not? What could my brothers have possibly accomplished in this life that rendered their existence no longer necessary in this world? They were just seventeen!”
“I cannot answer you, child,” Ceara said honestly. “All I can tell you is that everything happens when it is supposed to happen. What is death? It is but the doorway between this life and the next. We need not fear it. When your time comes, Cailin, those you love who have gone before you will be waiting on the Isles of the Blest for you. Until then it is your duty to the gods who created you to live out your destiny as they have planned you to live it out. You can, of course, whine, and despair about the unfairness of it all, but why would you so futilely waste the precious time allotted to you?”
“Am I not allowed to mourn then?” Cailin asked bitterly.
“Mourn the manner in which they met their ends,” Ceara said, “but do not mourn them. They have gone on to a far better place. Now eat your breakfast, Cailin Drusus. You need your strength if you are to care for Brenna.”
“Do not treat me as if I were a mindless child, lady,” Cailin said.
“Then do not behave like a child,” Ceara replied with a small smile, rising from her place at the board. “From the look of you, you are a girl full grown, and we are not idle people. You will be expected to earn your keep, which will leave you little time for feeling sorry for yourself.” She turned from Cailin and began to serve breakfast to the others who were now entering the hall.
“Do not let my grandmother’s bark fool you,” Corio said with a grin as Cailin glared fiercely at Ceara’s back. “She is noted for her soft heart. She only seeks to prevent you from hurting yourself.”
“She has an odd way of showing it,” Cailin muttered darkly.
“Would you like me to tell you about the family?” Corio asked in an attempt to distract her. When she nodded, he began, “Although our grandfather has sired ten sons, only three live in this village: my father Eppilus, and my uncles Lugotorix and Segovax, they are Bryna’s sons. The others, and their families, are scattered about the other hill-fort villages belonging to the hill Dobunni. Our grandfather has five wives.”
“I thought he had only four,” Cailin interrupted.
“Four living, but he had a total of five. Bryna went to the Isles of the Blest some years back. Then Berikos married a woman named Brigit two years ago. She is not a Dobunni. She is a Catuvellauni. Our grandfather makes a fool of himself over her. She is not much older than you are, Cailin, but she is wicked beyond belief. My grandmother is chief of Berikos’s women, but if Brigit decides to oppose Ceara’s decisions, Berikos supports Brigit. It is very wrong of him, but it amuses him to encourage her in fãvor of his other women. Fortunately, Brigit is content to allow my grandmother and Maeve their responsibilities regarding the household. Such is not her forte. She prefers to spend her days in her own house, perfuming and preparing herself for my grandfather’s pleasure. When she ventures out, she is accompanied by two serving girls who almost anticipate her every desire. They say she holds our grandfather by means of enchantment and secret potions.”
Three tall men, one with dark hair, the other two with hair like Cailin’s, came to sit down next to them.
“Mother says you are Kyna’s daughter,” the dark-haired man said. “Are you our sister’s child, my pretty girl? I am Eppilus, the father of this handsome young scamp, and youngest son of Ceara and Berikos.”
“Yes, I am the daughter of Kyna and Gaius Drusus. My name is Cailin,” she replied quietly.
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