To Love Again - Bertrice Small [67]
“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,