To Love Again (48 page)

Jovian left them to go arrange passage for the trio of travelers. The trading vessel upon which they would travel occasionally took passengers. It had one tiny wooden shed of a cabin upon the deck, which the captain and his mate shared unless there was a paying passenger along. When that happened, the captain and his mate slept in hammocks upon the open deck. The ship would never travel out of sight of land for too long. It was not large enough for an adequate water supply.

Jovian had six barrels of fresh water brought aboard and stored for Cailin and her party. He saw that there was a goat for milk, a pen full of chickens, several boxes of bread, four cheeses, and fruit. The vessel was to carry bolts of cloth woven in Constantinople to Gaul. There were also some expensive
luxuries hidden among the cloth in order to escape the custom agent’s eyes, although he was well bribed to overlook such infractions of the law.

Casia met them at the boat. She had not only packed the necessary clothing for her friend, but a comb, a pair of boots, and the jewelry as well. Nellwyn was astounded by the turn of events, but excited to actually be returning to Britain. Casia had explained everything to her. Her eyes widened at the sight of Wulf Ironfist.

Wulf’s possessions were few and had been easily gathered together. The other gladiators were still sleeping, and would probably not miss the Saxon until the following day, when he did not appear for his match.

“It will be a great disappointment to the populace to find that the great unbeaten champion has disappeared,” Jovian noted. “We must see that they hold Gabras responsible. They may riot against him. Perhaps even burn his palace down. Ahh, the possibilities are simply endless. Casia, my dear, I do not think I would go to the games tomorrow.”

“I would have only gone to see the Saxon,” Casia said with a small smile. Then turning to Cailin, she hugged her. “I will miss your honesty. Go with the gods, dear friend. When the winter winds curse this city, I will think of you back home in your beloved Britain. I still think it a savage place, and you a madwoman to go!” She sniffed audibly.

“And I will miss your irreverent ways,” Cailin said softly. “We will not be back to Britain by winter, though. Perhaps in the springtime. Farewell, dear Casia. May the gods favor you always.” She turned to Aspar, who stood silently.

Taking his hand, she raised it to her lips and kissed it. “If you regret one moment, I shall never forgive you, Flavius Aspar. Our love is real, and it is true; but the fates have governed that we go in separate directions. I will never forget you, my dear lord.”

“The memory of you will have to suffice me,” he replied quietly. “I will never forget you, Cailin Drusus. You taught me how to love, and for that I am not certain that I can forgive you. Perhaps it is better not to know how to love than to
ache with the loss of it. God go with you, my precious love,” he finished, and he tenderly kissed her lips, bringing tears to her eyes.

“Damn you, Aspar,” she whispered.

“I was born beneath the sign of the Scorpion, my love. I sting when I am hurt. Now get aboard before I decide I cannot be noble.”

The ship sailed out of the walled Phosphorion Harbor, around the point of the city, past the imperial palace. The day was bright, and the water sparkled as they passed the Marble Tower that marked the end of the city’s walls. Their vessel skimmed the waves, the fresh breeze sending it onward.

Wulf Ironfist put a hard arm about Cailin and drew her close to him. “I hope that neither of us regrets the bargain between us.”

“I do not think so,” she told him, and as their ship swept past Villa Mare, she whispered a silent, final good-bye to Flavius Aspar. He would survive, and so would she. She was becoming good at survival, she thought, and then she turned her face to the ship’s bow. The wind caught at her long auburn curls and blew them about as she looked west. For the first time in months she knew who she was. She was Cailin Drusus, a Briton, descendant of a Roman tribune and a host of Celtic ancestors, and she was going home.
Home to Britain!

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RITAIN
A.D.
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Chapter 15

I
t took forty days to sail from Byzantium to the city of Massilia in Gaul. The trading vessel exited through the Hellespont and crossed the Mare Thracium past mighty Mount Athos, and on into the Aegean Sea, wending its way along the Greek coast past Delos and the Cyclades. As they reached Methone, the captain came to Cailin and Wulf and said, “Master Jovian wanted you to have this choice. I can either sail north along the Greek coast, and then cross over to Italia at the narrowest point separating the two, or we can sail straight across the Ionian Sea to Sicilia in half the time. The weather is good, and will continue to hold, but we would be out of sight of land for several days. Storms are known to arise suddenly, and you are not sailors; but even should a storm come up, I will get you safely to Massilia.” He smiled, explaining, “I get a percentage of the cargo profits.”

“Sail straight for Sicilia,” Wulf said, making the decision for them. “We are anxious to reach Britain before spring.”

For almost seven days they did not see land, but finally the toe of Italia’s boot and Sicilia with its rugged mountains rose up on their horizon to their right and left. The ship negotiated the Straits of Messina in the Tyrrhenian Sea. They stopped several times to refill their water barrels, but the ship’s captain preferred to anchor along deserted stretches of coast to avoid paying port taxes when all he needed was water.

“The customs men are all thieves. They always claim to have found contraband upon your vessel, particularly if you are just passing through. Then they confiscate the cargo. It’s just plain stealing!” he finished indignantly.

They cruised along Italia’s coast past Tempsa, Neapolis, Ostia, Pisae, and Genna. At last they had almost reached their destination, and Cailin was vastly relieved. She wanted a bath, and there were certain to be public baths in Massilia.

On their first day aboard she had gone through the clothing that Casia had packed for her, and to her surprise found two small bags of coins. One held twenty gold solidi, and the other was crammed with copper folles. She showed Wulf, and he nodded silently.

“There is a loose board beneath my pallet,” she told him softly. “I will hide our hoard beneath it, but there must always be someone in the cabin so that we are not robbed. This, and my jewelry, is all we have to make our way with once we arrive at Massilia, and when we reach home we may need what remains to start again. I trust the captain, but the two mates are another thing. I do not like the way they eye Nellwyn.”

“Nellwyn is a foolish little rabbit,” he replied. “If she is not careful, she will be eaten by dogs. She is your slave. Speak to her. It is not my place to do so.”

“Why are you so irritable?” she asked him. “You are like an old cat with a stiff paw. Are you not happy we have been reunited?”

“I cannot believe our good fortune,” he said honestly. “I thought you dead, and then found you alive. You chose to return to Britain with me over marrying a wealthy and powerful man. But we have not been alone since we found each other, and we are not likely to be for months! You are beautiful, Cailin, my wife, and I desire you!”

“You will have to learn patience,” she said serenely, then giggled mischievously, “and so will I, Wulf Ironfist!”

When they finally docked at Massilia, the captain was thoughtful enough to tell them that parties of merchants traveled up the Roman roads of Gaul toward the coast facing Britain on a regular basis. Wulf would find the respectable travelers at an inn called the Golden Arrow. “You don’t want to try to go it alone, sir. Too many bandits, and you’ve got the women to consider. A big, strong fellow like you will be welcome
in any party. If the women are willing to help with the chores, so much the better.”

Wulf thanked the captain for his advice, and their bags of coins and Cailin’s jewels safely hidden, the trio departed the ship. Both Cailin and Nellwyn were plainly garbed, and their hoods were pulled well up over their heads. They kept their eyes modestly lowered, following Wulf Ironfist as they made their way through the bustling port’s streets to the inn where Wulf inquired about caravans departing for the northern coast of Gaul.

“There are several leaving in a day or two, sir,” the innkeeper replied. “How far are you going? Will it just be yourself?”

“We need to get to Gesoriacum,” Wulf told him, “and my wife and her servant will be going with me. We have come from Byzantium.”

“And are going to Britain, I’ll wager,” the innkeeper said.

Wulf nodded. “I’m a big fellow, as you can see,” he told the innkeeper, “and I have served my time in the legions. I’m a good swordsman, and my wife and servant can cook. We’ll be no liability.”

“Can you pay?” the innkeeper asked. They didn’t look like beggers, but still, one could never tell in these days.

“It must be reasonable,” Wulf said slowly. “We’ve not a great deal left. Our passage from Byzantium was dear. Will not our service be enough? But then if we must pay, I’ll expect to receive our food in exchange.”

“You’re in luck,” the innkeeper told him. “There’s a large caravan of merchants leaving tomorrow that will go all the way to Gesoriacum. Some of the party will stop at other towns along the way, but the main caravan is going to the northern coast. I know the caravan master. He is the big red-haired fellow drinking in my courtyard right now. He can always use an extra man. Tell him that Paulus recommends you. You must do your own bargaining.”

“I thank you, sir,” Wulf said. “Can you rent me a room for myself and my wife and servant for tonight? And we need to
be directed to the public baths. Then I must buy horses for our journey.”

“I have no private rooms, but your women can have pallets in the loft with others of their sex. You will have to sleep down here like all the men do who stop at the Golden Arrow,” the innkeeper said.

While Cailin and Nellwyn bathed, Wulf went to the market and purchased two horses for them. One was a fine, strong chestnut-colored gelding, and the other a sturdy black mare strong enough to carry both women upon her back, should it be necessary. He returned to the bathhouse where Cailin and Nellwyn were waiting for him. Their precious hoard and the horses remained in their charge while Wulf washed the forty days at sea from his skin. Then they made their way back to the inn, where Wulf introduced himself to the caravan master, who was named Garhard. The bargain was soon struck between the two men, for Garhard was a man who made quick decisions. Their places would cost them two folles apiece. Wulf would help to protect the caravan, and the two women would be expected to help with the meals. In exchange they would travel in safety and be allowed to eat from the common pot.

“If you want wine, bring it,” Garhard said. “You supply your own plates and spoons. I don’t want your women whoring for extra coins. It causes too much trouble among the men.”

“The women are my wife and her servant,” Wulf said quietly. “They do not whore, and if your men look at them askance, or speak to them with disrespect, they will have me to deal with.”

“Understood,” Garhard replied. “We leave at dawn.”

They hurried back to the market, where Cailin purchased newly made wood plates and spoons for them, and a single goblet that they would all share. She found a woman selling freshly stuffed pallets, and bought three along with some blankets.

“We should have a cart,” she told her husband. “The mare
can pull it, and it will hold our worldly goods. We cannot carry it all. You are used to sleeping upon the ground, but Nellwyn and I are not. And we will need water bags, and a brazier, and charcoal. It is almost winter, Wulf, and the farther north we go, the greater chance there is of snow. A cart will offer us some protection from bad weather and wild animals.”

He laughed. “You have been living like a young queen in Byzantium. I would have thought you had forgotten such practical matters, but I see you have not. Come, let us purchase what you think we need.”