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and she giggled.
    "I’ll go and see if there is a horse and chariot in the cookhouse,” she said, laughing, and then the light behind her broadened and a lady stood in the doorway. For a moment he was astonished at the brightness; for there was sunlight in the room.
    "What is it, the next day?” he blurted without thinking, and the lady laughed, turned aside and drew the horsehide curtain wide, catching it on a hook and extinguishing the guttering rushlight in one easy motion.
    "Eilan would not let us disturb you even to eat,” she said. "She insisted that rest would do you more good than food. I suppose she was right; but you must be very hungry now. I am sorry I was not here to welcome you to our house; I was out attending to a sick woman in one of our clanholds. I hope Eilan has been looking after you properly.”
    "Oh, very,” said Gaius. He blinked, for something in her manner had reminded him painfully of his mother.
    The lady looked down at him. She was beautiful, this Briton woman, and so like the girl that the relationship was obvious, even before the girl said, "Mother—” and stopped, too shy to continue. The woman, like the girl, had fair hair and dark, hazel-grey eyes. She looked as if she had been working with her maids, for there was a smear of flour on her fine woolen tunic, but the shift that showed beneath it was white, finer linen than he had yet seen in Britain, edged with embroidery. Her shoes were a good dyed leather, and fine fibulae of spiraled gold fastened the gown.
    "I hope that you are feeling better,” she said graciously.
    Gaius raised himself on his good arm. "Much better, lady,” he said, "and eternally grateful to you and yours.”
    She made a little gesture of dismissal. "Do you come from Deva?”
    "I have been visiting near there,” he answered. The Latin flavor of his speech would be explained if she thought he came from a Roman town.
    "Since you are awake, I’ll send Cynric to help you bathe and dress.”
    "It will be good to wash,” said Gaius, pulling up the blanket as he realized that he was naked except for his bandaging.
    The woman followed his gaze and said, "He’ll find you some clothes; they may be too large for you, but they’ll do for the moment. If you’d rather lie here and rest, you can; but you’re welcome to join us if you feel able.”
    Gaius thought for a moment. Every muscle in his body felt as if he had been beaten with cudgels; on the other hand, he could not help feeling curious about this household, and he must not appear to scorn their society. He had believed that the Britons who had not allied with Rome were mostly savages, but there was nothing primitive about this establishment.
    "I will join you with pleasure,” he said, and rubbed a hand across his face, dismayed at the untidy stubble. "But I would like to wash—and perhaps shave.”
    "I don’t think you should put yourself to the trouble of shaving—certainly not for us,” she said, "but Cynric will help you to wash. Eilan, find your brother and tell him he’s needed.”
    The girl slipped away. The lady turned to follow, then looked at him, seeing him more clearly in the light of the recessed cubicle. Her eyes softened from a smile of courtesy to one that reminded him of the way his own mother had looked at him, long ago. "Why,” she said, "you’re nothing but a boy.”
    For a moment Gaius felt stung by the words—he had done a man’s work for three years—but before he could frame any courteous answer, a mocking young voice said, "Yes, and if he is a boy, Stepmother, I am a babe in long clothes. Well, stumble-foot, are you ready to go tumbling in some more bear pits?”
    Cynric came through the door. Once more Gaius was struck by how tall he was, but except for his great height he too was still a youth; though he would have made two of Gaius. He laughed. "Well,” he said,