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"Bell's fire. I am not needed here. Your brothers will protect Tauton." Nesta lifted her nose in the air. "I mean to kill Saxons and make Gwydion proud."

With a sudden jerk of her foot, Enid sunk back down into the cushioned chair. "Ye Gods."

Nesta turned to her lanky niece. "I need to take my husband's place and do as he would have. I must honor his name."

If only Gwydion were here. But he's been dead for two long years and we had no children to take on the duties of Prince of Tauton. But, Tryffin's wife, Aelfrida, birthed a whole tribe. Most of them lads. So I am at no loss for nephews to do the task. And I am not about to stay here, one moment longer, mourning Gwydion. 'Tis not what he wanted for me. Nesta slid down gracefully onto the tartan-covered Roman couch.

As Enid rose from the chair, her two thick blonde braids fell down to her thin thighs. "Aye, of course ye will stand with the other chieftains and represent Tauton in Uncle Gwydion's place. But to fight by the king's side? Aunt Nesta, ye are a woman. Ye cannot fight."

This child. Nesta leaned forward. "What say ye? Celtic women have not only fought along side their men, they have led them to battle. Yet I have no desire to command the troops for we have Uther's son as our new war leader. And by my sword arm, I shall serve this young king, Arthur. If I am meant to die in battle, what of it? 'Tis how Gwydion would have chosen to die, had illness not robbed him of a true warrior's death."

Enid's braids swung wildly. "I miss my uncle dearly, but Aunt Nesta, he would want ye to be safe and happy."

Nesta sighed. Enid was right about one fact--sadness and loneliness consumed her. She had experienced more than a few spells of exhaustion since her husband's passing. Enid's visit was like sunshine beaming into a dark, dank room and filling it with joy. If only the lass would stop trying to tell her what to do.

"Suitors come from the four corners of Britannia, even as far as Erin and Caledonia, bidding ye to be their bride. But ye turn them away." Enid crossed her arms. "That is why I am here Aunt Nesta. I will help ye find a man to make ye happy. 'Tis the least I can do for my favorite aunt." She grinned.

"I am your only aunt." Nesta felt her lips twitch in a slight smile. Enid seems pleased with herself. Daft young maiden that she is, she does mean well. But she is too young to understand. I had a husband. He is gone, forever. Dead. I can love no other, as I loved Gwydion.

Immersed in her thoughts, she didn't hear Enid until the girl's voice reached the volume of a Pictish war cry.

"Aunt Nesta, are ye not listening? The dogs bay loudly, I think riders approach."

Dogs, children, visitors, what will happen next. Nesta shook her head as she rose from the Roman couch and hurried to the doorway of the villa. Standing in the door lintel beside Enid, she followed her niece's gaze to two great white-breasted greyhounds, Wolf and Dragon. Then she cast her eyes toward what they barked at. Two mounted men rode into Tauton.

Nesta stepped onto the outer yard, onto the lush green grass. Enid followed. The dogs darted back and forth between her and her niece as squawking geese and chickens waddled about.

The riders galloped past wood and thatched farm huts, including the stables, which lay alongside the metalled path of gravel bound with mortar and surfaced with paved stones.

Once the riders passed through the gate, the dogs sprinted off toward them. At the loud barks, both horses jerked and stomped their hooves.

Nesta called, "Here Wolf, come Dragon." Her loud whistle brought the huge dogs to her side.

Shielding her eyes with her hand, Nesta looked out toward the gate of Taunton to the emblem emblazoned on the banner fluttering above the head of the taller rider who held it. A fiery red Dragon with huge bat-like wings, the tip of its tail a spearhead, filled the standard. From the fierce lizard face, a long tongue pointed out of its grisly, blood dripping, twisted mouth. The beast stood on three legs, the fourth raised, claw outspread, as if to hail those who gazed upon it. The sky portion of the banner was dazzling white and the earth portion was emerald green.

"'Tis the Pendragon's banner, but Uther is dead," Enid said in a puzzled tone.

"Aye. It can only be Mabon, his right hand man, accompanying Arthur, our new war leader."

"Oh." Enid absently wrapped the end of her braid around her finger. "They say this Arthur is of an age with me. Ten and five turns of the year."

"Aye." Nesta smirked, "May the gods help us all."

The men goaded their horses up to the mounting blocks where Nesta and Enid stood. Both riders were tall and of muscular build. Mabon had tiny creases about his hawk eyes and a nose, beak-like in size, which fit him well and matched his solid rock-strong face.

Mabon looks a bit like my crazy dogs, Nesta thought as she glanced down at Wolf and Dragon. Though unrelenting in their barking, the dogs obediently kept to her side.

Arthur had the fresh face of youth and a bright sparkle in his blue eyes, outdone only by his mop of thick, curly auburn hair. Nevertheless, by the set of his shoulders and his toned body, ye could tell he was a warrior.

Both men swung their legs over their saddles and dismounted. A panting, dark-headed stable boy ran up, took the reins of each horse, and led them away.

The older man, with the short Roman-style haircut, wore a plate of metal scales over his long-sleeve tunic. A red army cape draped his shoulders and hung down below the knees of his green, red, and yellow plaid braies. Well-worn leather shoes covered his feet.

He nodded to the woman of the manor. "Lady Nesta, 'tis merry to meet ye once more." He clasped her shoulders in a gentle, yet not too close hug.

"Mabon, merry greetings to ye."

Arthur adjusted his brass plate armor, which he wore over a long-sleeve saffron tunic. His scarlet Roman military cape all but covered his black and green checkered braies. New pigskin shoes attested to his wealth and noble status.

He looked directly at Enid and flashed her a bright smile. The lass looked like she was about to swoon.

Good Gods! We best all sit down. "Welcome to my villa." Nesta walked inside to the faucets, as the other three followed.

The floor of the villa foyer was a mosaic of a guard dog, a hound, which resembled Wolf and Dragon, though he was black. From there, Enid led them into the tablinium. There, the mosaic floor depicted the old Roman god Minerva. A tapestry of a white horse, the symbol of the Celtic goddess Epona, hung on the east wall above a wide chest of valuables. A tall wooden scroll rack towered over a long black-edged table, used as a writing desk.

As they stood together in the office, Nesta gestured to the excited girl at her side. "My niece, Enid of Litchester."

"Ah, Tryffin's lass." Mabon nodded. "Ye have grown into a beauty, like your mother. How does Lady Aelfrida fare?"

"My mam is well, my lord," Enid answered as she stared wide-eyed at the young man at his side.

"Who is this mighty warrior?" Nesta asked for Enid's sake.

The girl now looked as if she was going to burst with excitement.

"Tis the new leader of Britannia, Arthur ap Uther Pendragon." Mabon's blue eyes beamed with pride.

Enid let out a loud gasp as she held fisted hands to her breast and looked upon the bigger than life lad. She squealed "'Tis him, in truth. 'Tis Arthur."

"The self same." Nesta rolled her eyes. Young maidens and their heroic kings.

Nesta gestured to the wooden chairs and all four sat down on the cushioned seats. Picking up a clay jug brimmed with ale, she filled four beakers with the golden brew.

As Mabon took the offered cup, he flashed Nesta a boyish grin, which relaxed the lines in his face and made him appear half his age. "I begged Arthur to stop here in Tauton and invite the fairest ladies in the land to ride with us to Silchester."

Enid leaned over and whispered in Nesta's ear, "Does he speak of us?"

"I believe so." Nesta winked at her niece and handed her a beaker of ale. Then she turned her head toward Mabon and flashed him a warm smile. "Ye are an old charmer. A true soldier if there ever was one. Women follow ye to all the battles, I dare say."

She said that in kindness. She saw through Mabon's smooth flattery to the fixed smile and his obvious unease. All knew Mabon was the quiet type, uncomfortable around women and people in general. A loner, self-sworn to the army, never wanting the commitments of a wife and family. She had heard from both Tryffin and Gwydion that Mabon had to fend for himself when he was but seven turns of the year. A Saxon raid on his village left him an orphan. After fleeing the Saxons, he lived alone in the woods, eating berries and nuts. With a childhood like that, it was no wonder he kept to himself. Nesta admired him for his fortitude and independence. This may be just the man she needed. One who could tell her how to get people to stop pestering her to remarry. At least she did not have to worry about him becoming one of her suitors.

Enid handed her cup of ale to Arthur, then took the last one.

Mabon leaned closer to Nesta. "In my day, I drew ladies like flies to honey." He rolled his eyes, to show he jested. "But now the camp followers have younger men to tend to. That is why I ride with this one." He pointed his dark head toward Arthur. "Now, this young king of Britannia, he attracts the ladies." Mabon leaned back in his chair and took a long drink.

"He should." Nesta winked at the young king. "'Tis a handsome lad ye are, with a good family, Arthur."

"My thanks, Lady Nesta." Arthur grinned foolishly and swished the ale around in his cup, in what Nesta perceived was a rare moment of awkwardness. He then poured the golden ale down his mouth, obviously thirsty from the long ride.

"If only Gwydion had lived to see the day that Britannia had a true war leader once more." Nesta set her cup down on the table. "Ye are Uther's son, Constantine's grandson, and on your mothers side flows the blood of Celtic chiefs." She leaned closer. "Arthur ye are the best of Roman and Celtic leadership. A true king of Britannia."

"Aye," Enid agreed with a dreamy stare, lost in Arthur's gaze.

"Does this mean ye will ride with us to the convocation of the chiefs of Britannia? I would be honored to accompany ye ladies to this momentous occasion, where Arthur will be officially appointed War Leader." Mabon took another gulp of ale.

"We would be pleased to ride with ye and our new king." Nesta turned to Enid. "Tell cook to prepare a fine feast for Arthur, the prince of all Britannia. Also bid my lady maid to make ready our clothes for departure to Silchester on the morrow."

A trill of giggles spilled from Enid as she bowed to Arthur then left the tablinium.

Nesta fluidly rose from her chair. "Let me show ye to your chamber. I will call ye when dinner is ready."

Mabon stood. "My thanks."

Arthur shot out of his chair and blurted out, "I am hungry."

"I am sure ye are, my king." Nesta smiled. "I will have bread and honey brought to your chambers to stay your hunger as ye await the evening feast."

Nesta led Arthur and Mabon down the long corridor, which ran the full length of the villa. The floor was tiled with small, plain, square red mosaics. Plaster walls and ceiling were painted in a marigold tone and a fresco depicting the four seasons of summer, spring, fall, and winter ran across the long wall.

She entered an opulent chamber, floored in a mosaic design of small circles in orange and blue. Both the walls and ceiling were painted in cerulean blue. The furniture was a mixture of Roman and Celtic style, but all polished wood. Bright Celtic bratts of blue, red, and orange plaid draped the two high narrow beds.

"'Tis the lord's chamber and suits a king, I think." Nesta pushed a stray wisp of red hair back from her eyes.

"'Tis more than fitting Lady Nesta." Arthur walked into the chamber and turned around. "'Tis a grand room."

"All is well?" Nesta wanted to please the king, though no doubt a boy of ten and five would be happy on a forest floor as long as good friends and good ale were at his side. But Mabon who bore the stiffness and rattles of an old warrior would appreciate a soft bed.

"Forsooth. Many thanks, good lady," Mabon said with a bow.

"I will see ye both later to sup?" After the two men nodded in agreement, she walked back down the hall. Her thoughts were of Mabon.

Both her late husband Gwydion and her brother Tryffin had often spoke of Mabon. He was a quiet man, a soldier who always put his duty first. When it came to war there was no man in all of Britannia more deadly than Mabon. Nesta had met him only on a few occasions; he never went anywhere except for army business. He had served as both Uther's and Ambrosia's right hand man. Now he served Arthur in the same manor.

Mabon had shaped the lad into a true soldier--a man, though only ten and five years, who was ready and able to lead all the weathered princes of Britannia against the Saxons.

Nesta had always thought of Mabon as the last of the Roman soldiers. But today she thought of him as a man. How attractive he was in a simple, rugged way. There were no airs about him. She liked that. Nesta preferred that Mabon escort her to Silchester than any of the suitors coming to call. Especially the three fools of Britannia: Caddor, Aidan, and Owain.

Caddor the wealthy, bragged on about his Roman heritage though he couldn't speak correctly. Constantly, he used the wrong Latin word for what he wished to say.

Then there was Aidan. The most doltish, dim-witted man she'd ever met. But he saw himself as a genius. Taken with any foolish idea he had, though his break through realizations were ones most people understood at five years of age.

And at last, Owain. Never was there born a lazier man. He stood and sat, that was about it. Why he was so lazy, he hardly spoke more than three words at a time and usually to save the trouble of talking, he just grunted.

At last Nesta had a visitor who had come for reasons other than to woo her or in Enid's case to help her get wooed.

* * *

Mabon heard a soft rap and a whispering sound. Upon opening the door, he saw the young lass Enid, her face wrinkled up in concern.

"Lord Mabon," Enid greeted him.

"Please I am no lord, just an old soldier. How might I serve ye, m'lady?"

Enid whispered secretively, "I beg of ye, my aunt must not know I have come here."

"Nesta? Why? Whatever would ye have to hide from her?"

"'Tis not I, but she who has something to hide. 'Tis why I must ask ye to stop at Litchester tomorrow on the way to the convocation."

"Now why would I stop at Litchester?"

"Ye must. I need tell my da and mam what Aunt Nesta plans, so they can put a halt to it."

He grinned and took a long breath. "Ah, ye want to tell on your aunt Nesta. What is she up to?"

"Lord Mabon, ye would not believe it."

Funny he thought, Nesta's one of the few women I feel I understand. "Tell me."

"She means to fight along side Arthur. She means to go to war."

"What? She will get killed."

"Exactly. And worst of all I came here to help her find a husband. How can I do that if she is off battling men?"

"Wait, what say ye? Nesta is looking for a husband?"

"She needs one. The finest nobles in Britannia have wooed her. I came here to help her choose one, so she can marry and be happy again. Can ye not see how lonely she is?"

Suddenly the heat moved from Mabon's face to his groin. "Nesta is lonely?" He heard the huskiness and the want in his voice. Nesta was a gorgeous woman with ample curves. And she had tiny wrinkles at the corners of her mouth. A real woman, yet of noble birth. Born a princess of Litchester, now a Princess of Taunton, she was above him.

"Aye m'lord. 'Tis why ye must help me keep her here in Tauton, so she will have a chance at marrying the most heroic and eligible bachelor in all of Britannia."

"Nay. I honor Lady Nesta's right to decide her fate." The strangest thing was, he understood why Nesta wanted to fight. Mabon would do the same in her place. But he would be at her side every moment of battle, making sure she didn't get killed or married off to an idiot. Mabon knew the suitors Enid spoke of, and not a one was good enough for Nesta.

"Ye don't think she should actually fight alongside the men?"

"Nesta has always had a warrior's spirit. However, battle with the Saxons will be bloody. The Saxon wars cost both Uther and Ambrosias their lives."

"'Tis why ye need to tell my sire and mam, to stop her from fighting."

"Lass, I dare say your mother may well encourage her. Aelfrida was quite the adventurer in her day."

"M'lord, the battlefield is no place for my aunt."

"She is not riding off to war to get killed. I will stay at her side and keep her alive. She may give up this idea once she faces real war. Many a young man has done the same."

"Do ye think that is the best way."

"Aye lass. She probably sees herself as some heroine standing in for Gwydion."

"In truth. How did ye know?"

"I would do the same in her place. Worry not, I will protect your aunt."

"Well, I have no one else to turn to." Enid walked back to her bedchamber with a slow gait, clearly unimpressed with Mabon's plan.

The more Mabon thought of staying by Nesta's side, the more the idea appealed to him. To the point that he forgot a war would be raging and thought only of Nesta. Her womanly figure, more alluring than the thin form of a young girl. Her breasts, so round and full. A real woman. One that would fight in her husband's place. He wasn't going to let any Saxons, much less any suitors get near her.

For the first time in decades, Mabon was concerned with his appearance. He did not fool himself, he knew he was not handsome. But through the years, women had found him attractive.

He shaved and bathed at the Roman bath which Nesta recently had repaired. He slipped on his best tunic, which opened at the neck revealing his firm, chiseled chest. With his hair neatly combed, wearing his blue and black-checkered braies, Mabon walked at Arthur's side.

Arthur wore a blue tunic belted at the waist, solid gray braies and a long matching blue cloak pinned with a round, bronze Celtic brooch.

The two men headed down the corridor to the dining room which was lit with beeswax candles. Years ago, Nesta took out the old Roman dinning couches and replaced them with long wooden tables and stiff-backed chairs.

Nesta and Enid were seated at one of the long tables when Mabon and Arthur joined them there.

"Lady Nesta, Lady Enid, our thanks. This is fine fare ye have prepared." Mabon scanned the tables, looking at the brass cups by each plate, amphorae of aged Roman wine, and a clay jug of ale.

Mabon's eyes feasted on the silver discus filled with a large roasted goose, which lay in the center of the table, and a platter of fresh wine cakes glazed with egg whites. At the end of the table lay a silver bowl of apples and an oblong platter weighed down with a suckling pig. The roasted swine emitted a blend of the sweet, bitter, and musky scents of onion, pork fat, and wine sauces which cook had dribbled over the meat. Mabon glanced at the other long table where the soldiers of Tauton and their families sat.

Nesta smiled and lifted her cup of ale. "To Arthur." Her red hair was brushed back and braided in a thick ponytail, which when she was seated, hung nearly to the floor. A gold torque adorned her swan neck and she wore a green tunic dress embroidered at the collar in Celtic tracery.

Mabon and Enid lifted their cups as did the other feasters. In unison they chimed, "To Arthur, prince of all Britannia."

The young prince picked up his cup and gulped the ale down as did all the feasters. Then Arthur clanked his cup down and said, "M'lady Nesta, I am honored indeed."

"We thank ye for your escort to Silchester on the morrow." Nesta smiled.

Mabon leaned toward Enid. "Have ye been to Silchester before?"

"Nay. I look forward to it and being escorted by Arthur." Enid glanced at the young prince and batted her eyes unconsciously.

Nesta's two white-breasted greyhounds chased each other across the center of the room, trotting against the somewhat faded mosaic tile and barking at the table where Nesta sat, tempted by the aroma of food. Enid threw each dog a goose leg. With loud barks, they each dove for their treat.

A horn blasted outside the dinning room followed by the noise of heavy footfalls. A guard escorted a man wearing a gold helmet and a leather jerkin over a scarlet tunic into the dining room.

"Lord Caddor of the North has arrived," the guard announced loudly.

Nesta covered her face with her hand. "Bell's fire!"

Nesta squinted her nose as Caddor spread his arms and pressed her to his small chest. The embrace was weak except for his strong body odor.

The moment Nesta saw him rise up on his tiptoes, she shut her eyes. After he kissed both her cheeks, her now opened eyes stung from the stench of his breath, a rotten smell as if there were teeth in desperate need of pulling. Nesta pushed out of his hold and stepped back.

She pointed to a seat at the table beside her niece. "M'lord, please join us. As hospitality demands," Nesta mumbled under her breath, wishing this small man with his false, overly bright grin would be gone.

"Do join the rest of us," Mabon snapped.

Nesta took advantage of Caddor's hesitation as he glared at Mabon. Slipping past the obnoxious suitor, she plopped back down in her seat, safely nestled between Mabon and Arthur. Bless the heavens.

Caddor strode to the seat at Enid's side. "Who is this fair maiden?" He grinned.

"Lord Caddor, I present my niece Enid, daughter of Tryffin of Litchester." Nesta watched Caddor like a vixen eyes an eagle soaring near its cubs.

"How she has grown?" Caddor sat down beside Enid, his short stature was obvious for he hadn't been much taller when he stood.

"She is a child." Nesta retorted. If ever there was a man not to trust 'tis Caddor of North Britannia.

Mabon rested both elbows on the table and peered down the long board at the new comer. "Tell me Lord Caddor, what brings ye to Taunton?"

"A fair question." Caddor flashed Nesta a smile that made her nauseas. "I came to escort the widow of Tauton to the convocation of the chiefs at Silchester. Little did I know, I would have the privilege of once again meeting our new king along the way."

Arthur nodded as he munched down on a large chunk of juicy pork.

Nesta and Mabon both opened their mouths and spoke at the same time.

"Ye are too late."

Arthur and Enid broke out in a chuckle, but Caddor's face turned bright red and his lips drooped into a scowl. "And why is that?" Caddor glared at Mabon, ignoring the serving maid who sat a plate with a generous slab of pork before him.

Before Mabon could speak, Nesta firmly stated, "For I have accepted the escort of our new king and his Tribunus Laticlavius, Mabon. They shall escort my niece and I to Silchester for the choosing of the war king."

"Indeed." Caddor's brown eyes held a glint of anger. Lifting his silver cup, he called out to a servant girl, "More wine."

Nesta noticed both Arthur and Mabon held their cups out as well while the servant came by with the jug. I could use some wine. Nesta reached for her cup to drain it when Caddor stood. Oh no, what does he want now?

Caddor held his goblet high. "To the most comely widow in all Britannia." He threw his head back and gulped down the glass full of wine.

Though Caddor's voice was too thick with honey to be true, Nesta gave a slight nod of courtesy. Her niece stared at her with a huge grin on her face as if Enid thought Caddor would take away all of Nesta's woes.

But Nesta was married to Gwydion. Even now, she felt his presence, watching over her from above. That was one reason she wanted to battle Saxons, to get out of the villa and away from her memories for a while. Even so, Caddor was not the man for her. She needed someone who was real, like Mabon.

Nesta turned her face toward the military man at her side. He looked as if he'd been chiseled out of a mountainside. The scars of a long ago burn marred his right cheek, but it didn't distract from his rugged good looks.

Mabon has never wooed a lady nor been betrothed. He is a career soldier who wants to die in the saddle, not in a woman's arms. Nesta's musings were interrupted by Caddor's annoying, sarcastic voice.

"Lady Nesta, would ye be so kind as to accompany me outside for some fresh air under the moon light?"

What? Nesta stared at Caddor, speechless, knowing her face must have turned pale white. She had no intention of being alone with Caddor.

"Ah, I too have wont of air," Mabon smirked. "'Tis rather stale in here."

"Aye," Nesta swiftly put in, "I need to retire now, but by all means ye two lords enjoy the fresh air." She stood.

Caddor took a final bite of pork and pushed his plate aside. "Lady Nesta, surely ye cannot leave until ye have shown me to my chamber for the night." He rose to his feet.

"God's teeth. I will never be rid of him. Well, hospitality demands. Show him to his room."

"Aye lord Caddor, follow me."

Slowly, she walked out of the dining room and down the long hall to a small chamber at the end, the smallest chamber in the villa. After all there was no reason to make Caddor overly comfortable. He might want to come back if she did that.

* * *

Mabon's gaze followed Nesta as she left the hall with that snake. What is Caddor up to?

"Lord Mabon, would ye like more wine?" Enid gazed at him with a poised smile, acting the hostess while her aunt was busy with the other guest.

"Nay." Mabon turned to Arthur "But my King, I would like a word with ye."

He leaned forward and whispered to Arthur. "We need ride out on the morrow. But first we must rid ourselves of Caddor. As his king, command him to ride for Litchester to tell Tryffin his sister intends to battle the Saxons."

Arthur stared at him, baffled. "But moments ago ye kenned Lady Nesta's wish to raise her sword in Gwydion's place?"

"Aye, I do. But 'tis the only way I can think to rid us of Caddor. Not to mention, Lady Enid came to my chamber and asked me for such a favor. This way we loose Caddor and please Enid. Tryffin will not listen to Caddor anyway."

"Very well." Arthur nodded.

"Tell Enid ye will honor her request and send Caddor to Litchester on the morrow to tell her father of Nesta's wont to battle."

"Aye, I will."

"While ye bring these tidings to Enid, I mean to catch up with Caddor and Nesta. It does not bode well for Nesta to be left alone with yon cur."

Before Arthur could respond, Mabon jumped to his feet and sped out of the dinning room and down the hallway.

Mabon could never win the hand of a noble lady like Nesta, but it didn't change the fact that she was too good for the likes of Caddor. What was that fool doing, trying to get Nesta to escort him alone to his room? Mabon wanted Nesta to walk hand in hand with him, alone, to his chamber. Now that would be heaven. He turned the corner, hastening down yet another hall toward the chamber at the far end.

Apparently, Nesta was placing Caddor in a room far from her and all others. That was good. If Mabon could just get there afore Caddor committed some vile offense to the lady.

His warrior training stood him well as he quickly came upon Nesta and Caddor. Mabon slowed his steps and casually strode up to them as if it was natural that he roamed this long, almost vacant hallway.

"Ah, Lady Nesta." He nodded. "Caddor." He glared at the thin, short man. "'Ah, is this your room. Mine is down the other hallway."

"Ah, so far," Caddor smirked.

"Happens it is close to Lady Nesta's chamber." Mabon grinned.

"Is that so?" Caddor's tone made the simple words seem menacing as he glared at Mabon.

"Is there something I could help ye with, Lord Mabon?" Nesta smiled as if relieved to see him.

"Nay, Lady Nesta, ye have been so kind and hospitable. I am merely here for Caddor's sake."

"Is that so?" Caddor's eyebrows shot up.

"Aye. Your king, young Arthur, has need of ye."

"Now?" Caddor snapped.

"Aye. The king bids ye come at once; he awaits ye in the feasting hall."

Caddor rolled his eyes. "Do ye mean the triclinium?"

"Aye. The king awaits ye in the triclinium," Mabon smoothly said in perfect Latin.

"Well if my king awaits, good eve, lovely Lady Nesta." Caddor took her hand in his, squeezed it tightly, then turned, and strode down the long hall.

"Arthur wants to speak to Caddor?" Nesta's eyebrows rose in a doubtful slant.

"Aye, 'tis true. He has a quest for him."

"Oh, and did ye conjure this quest up?" Nesta's red hair spilled down her shoulders as she cocked her head.

"I may have. I do not want Caddor riding with us. The man's a craven."

"Lord Caddor is an asp in the grass." Nesta took a deep breath. "Much to my niece's dismay, I am not likely to fall under Caddor's imagined charms, I assure ye."

"Aye m'lady. But while we ride to Silchester, ye and your niece are under my protection."

"I thought we were under the protection of Arthur? Young though he is, it is he who is king. And by the way Mabon, we have not yet begun the journey to Silchester. Ye do not have to protect me or my niece in Tauton, I assure ye." Turning her back to him, Nesta walked away.

He stood there watching till she was out of sight. The curves of her body, the bountiful flesh of her breasts was much too tempting. One glance at her set him on fire. She is much too good for Caddor.

Mabon desperately needed fresh air. He walked outside and headed to the stables.

Leaning across the gate of the stall, he whispered to his horse, "We leave tomorrow lad. To Silchester, where Arthur will be chosen king. It will be a new day for the entire kingdom. Happens the battles Arthur will wage will be my last, and I can settle down to a wife, while ye can live on a villa like this and stud a fine mare. What say ye boy?" Mabon petted his horse's forehead.

Had he not served Britannia well? Did he not deserve a home like this? Nay, the home did not matter, it was the woman he longed for. Nesta.

To share his life with such as she. Her sculptured, oval face with beaming green eyes, framed by deep red hair that inflamed him. To never go to war, but to stay with Nesta. To be with her. To wed her.

No wonder Caddor was making a fool of himself. Then again, Caddor was forever foolish. Mabon never understood how a man could be so incredibly stupid and yet think himself smarter than everyone else.

Mabon decided he could never compete against Caddor for her hand, as he had no land or title to offer her. But Mabon did have one advantage over her other suitors. He would be at her side when she went to war. The one to watch her back when she swung her sword. He would be at her side each and every day. A woman could get used to a man who kept as close as that.

He reached the doorway, entered, and headed down a hallway of richly hued frescos lighted by candles mounted along the wall. A nice villa, kept up well. Gwydion would be proud. He had been a good man and a good soldier. Mabon first met Gwydion and Tryffin in a battle against the Saxons when they were but sixteen. Even then they were strong, honorable men.

Gwydion's death had been a loss, but Mabon had seen many good men die over the years. Not the least of them was Constantine's two sons. Both Uther and Ambrosias had succumbed to Saxon treachery.

After a life of war, Mabon's highest hope was Arthur. If the young king halted the Saxon invasion and brought lasting peace, mayhap Mabon's dream could come true. He could wed a woman like the lady of Tauton.

Having reached the chamber he and Arthur shared for the night, Mabon greeted the young king who lay on the bed with his ankles crossed and his boots still on.

"It is done, Mabon. I spoke to Caddor and at my command he rides to Litchester tomorrow to warn Tryffin of Nesta's plans to go to war."

"Good. Thank ye Arthur. That means we will be rid of Caddor and can accompany the two ladies to Silchester in peace."

"Aye." Arthur stared at Mabon with a sheepish grin on his face.

"What is it lad?"

"Lady Nesta," Arthur's brows slanted upwards, "ye favor her."

"Everyone favors her."

"Aye, but ye like her as your lady. Ye would pledge your troth to her."

"Do not be ridiculous. I am a soldier. She is a noble lady of Roman blood."

"And of Celtic blood as I. Ask her to wed ye, I think she will say aye?"

"Nay, she does not know I exist save as a soldier."

"Nay, she favors ye as well."

"Arthur, do not be daft."

"Ah, I can see it clearly. Ye and Nesta married and living here at Tauton. No more battles for ye."

"Be quiet Arthur." Mabon pulled the broach from his cloak and dropped the tartan over Arthur's head as he lay there mocking him.

Arthur laughed even louder. Mabon lay down beside the young lad and tried to block out the gibes. But he couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering. Mayhap Nesta would marry him.

* * *

The soft sun shown down from the sky in the early hours of morning. Mabon leaned against the outer wall of the villa, unnoticed as he watched the excitement unfold in front of him. With his chest puffed out, Caddor climbed onto a wooden mounting block so he could sit his horse.

"Lord Caddor," Enid cried out, panting as she ran toward him. "Glad I am to have caught ye." She released the gathered fabric of her skirt so the hem fell to the ground. "King Arthur told me ye ride to Litchester to warn my father of Aunt Nesta's intent to battle alongside the men."

Caddor tilted his nose higher in the air than usual. "Indeed I do. I am on a mission to inform Prince Tryffin of the danger Lady Nesta places herself in. No doubt your aunt's foolishness is due to not having a husband to properly guide her."

"She still mourns Uncle Gwydion and kens his memory would be best served by taking his place in battle."

"The woman has grieved for her dead husband over long. But that situation will be righted as soon as she is wed."

"Lord Caddor, I wish my aunt the greatest happiness." Enid paused as if trying to muster the courage to continue. "If there is aught I can do to help ye woo and wed aunt Nesta, do not tarry to ask for my aid."

"Would ye do that? Would ye help me pretty lady?"

The young lass glanced downward and smiled. "Aye, m'lord, I would be glad to help ye wed my dear aunt."

"We need speak of this further, but now I must leave for my task." He adjusted his body into what he must have thought was his most manly pose and added, "Fair Enid, will ye be at the meeting of the princes?"

"Aye, I journey there with my aunt and King Arthur."

"Good," he said in a honeyed voice. "I will see ye there and we can discuss this further in my tent."

"Oh, m'lord, I almost forgot, I need ye to take a message to my sire and mam. Let them know I fair well and shall meet them at the counsel."

"Indeed, I am honored to bear your missive to Prince Tryffin." Caddor shifted in his saddle and looked ahead. His expression revealed he thought himself Julius Caesar reborn, riding forth to conquer nations. With a kick to his horse's flanks the black steed galloped toward Litchester.

Less than a foot from the mounting bock, Enid gazed after Caddor as he rode out of sight. Turning she found Mabon a breath span from her. Enid jumped, clearly startled. "M'lord, I did not hear ye approach."

"'Tis the way of an old soldier, m'lady. I did not mean to frighten ye."

"Nay, I do not frighten easily."

"Ah, well then ye take after your aunt in that."

"Aye." She quickly agreed but her face wore a concerned expression.

"I will be at Nesta's back in the coming campaigns to keep her safe. Ye have my sacred oath."

Enid flashed an amused smile. "Do ye not recall, ye granted me the boon of sending Lord Caddor to my sire to keep Nesta from going off to war."

"Aye, in truth." Mabon couldn't help but let out a cynical remark. "No doubt one word from Tryffin will have Nesta acting like a proper Roman widow and matron."

"Aye, my father can be most forceful."

"Then ye must heed all your father's advice as well, since he is so persuasive."

Her blue eyes almost crossed as her face twisted into an expression of total confusion. "Aye...at times."

Mabon bit back his laughter. Enid was no longer sure her aunt would obediently follow Tryffin's advice. To give her some direction he asked, "M'lady have ye broken your fast this morn?"

Once again Enid beamed with confidence. "I was just going to do so."

"If ye see the king, tell him I am readying the horses in the stable."

"Aye I will." Enid nodded and walked past Mabon toward the villa.

* * *

Nesta stirred the cauldron as Enid entered the kitchen. "Good morn, Enid." Nesta nodded her head toward a clay jug that stood on a small table. "Ye can refill the king's cup of ale while I bring him his fare."

Enid grabbed the jug and followed Nesta into the dinning room.

"My thanks ladies." Arthur grinned.

Nesta reached out her hands for Enid. The young girl looked like she might swoon at the king's mere acknowledgment. The lass curtsied to the king again and again. Nesta took her niece by the arm and lightly tugged her back into the kitchen.

"Come dear, fix your honeyed bread." Nesta picked up an eating dagger and sliced off two pieces of fresh baked bread.

Enid dipped a small bone spoon into a bowl of honeycomb and dropped a glob of the golden sweetener onto the fresh bread. As she spread the thick honey to all corners she asked, "Aunt, ye love my father do ye not?"

"Aye lass, we have forever been close. I could not love him more. Why do ye ask?" She dipped the dagger in a laver of water to wash it off so it could be used later that day.

"Because I know ye love him." A glint of mischief flashed in her eyes. "And I ken ye would do anything he asked."

"Enid, I love my brother as much as ye love all of yours." Nesta took a deep breath. "And when Tryffin gives me advice, I give him the courtesy of considering his wisdom as much as ye do that of your own brothers."

Nesta could not look away from her niece. Enid's eyes grew twice as round as an owl's at night and her mouth dropped open. "Shut your mouth dear." It is hard to fathom the small girl can open her mouth that wide. "Is anything amiss?"

"Nay," Enid said with feigned laugher and shook her head. "'Tis only that my first plan will no doubt fail." She nibbled her lower lip.

Nesta couldn't help but smile as the girl's words brought back fond memories. "Know ye, I was quite a planner in my youth." She smiled before uttering reassuring words to her niece. "If ye are anything like me, ye will never give up."

Enid's mouth fell open once more.

Gray tinged clouds hung overhead, as Nesta breathed in the dewy scent of grass and flowers. Wolf and Dragon, barked loudly, trotting on either side of the four companions as they rode at a loping gait toward Silchester.

Though Arthur and Enid rode ahead, Nesta could hear the bell-like sound of her niece's voice as she no doubt hatched a new matchmaking scheme. Nesta noticed Arthur kept glancing back toward Mabon as if he was tired of Enid's chatter. Well, better Arthur than me, Nesta silently surmised.

Riding cross country, feeling her horse beneath her as the wind tore through her hair, Nesta felt less alone than she had in ages. But thoughts of why she rode to Silchester crept into her mind. For once the crown sat upon Arthur's head. The sons of Britannia would follow him into battle, a young, untried king of naught but ten and five years.

She gazed at the man who had trained the new warrior king. Mabon sat his saddle like a Roman general of old. His hair, which hung to his broad shoulders, gleamed even with the little sun that shone. The scar on his face caused by the fire, which left him orphaned as a young lad, marked him as a man whose strength was forged in flames. His back was as straight as an elm tree and his eagle eyes scanned the countryside as they rode by, always alert for trouble.

"Mabon, ye know young Arthur better then anyone. What say ye of our new king?"

Mabon paused a moment, then in a rasp whisper he said, "The old gods sent him, of this I am sure."

"Though he is but ten and five turns of the year he has suffered much for his young age," Nesta mused.

"Aye, he has wisdom beyond his years and Britannia is in sore need of a sage with the vigor and confidence of youth."

Nesta's soul was uplifted by Arthur's energetic, hopeful spirit. "I feel honored to fight for him." In following him, Nesta felt she was part of a greater glory.

"War is a dire blight, Nesta." Mabon sat tall in the saddle as they moved at a steady pace.

"Do ye think that I do not fathom bane and bale? I know what it is to see people die."

"Aye ye do. But war is cruel, maddening death and despair." Mabon blinked his eyes as if to rid them of a speck of dirt, but it could have well as been a tear trying to form.

Nesta paused, trying to find the words. "'Tis something I feel I have to do rather than want to do."

"Aye." Mabon nodded as if he understood.

Their minds met at that moment. Nesta no longer felt so alone. Since Gwydion's death, this was the first time she felt camaraderie with a man other than her brother.

In a soft but serious tone, Mabon gave her the words she was searching for. "Love of king and country is not an emotion reserved only for men."

"Mabon, your friendship, even more your sincere understanding, pleases me. Ye will never know how much." Nesta petted the coarse mane of the moving horse.

They rode onward for hours. The sun hung low as eventide was nearly upon them. Nesta, began to feel the rub of the saddle beneath her. Mabon called out to everyone to stop up ahead and make camp for the night.

After they each dismounted, Mabon gathered wood. Nesta and Enid untied various wine and food skins from the saddles and put together a meal of mead, cheese, and dried apples. Arthur unsaddled the horses and left them to crop freely on the wild grass.

Nestled near the heat of the crackling fire, they ate the pungent cheese, laid out their bedding, and settled down for the night.

The next morn, Nesta awoke to the aroma of baking bread. Combing her long mane, she fashioned it into a single red braid. Neatly, she folded the bedding to tie it back on her horse. Nesta walked over to the fire where Mabon tended to a disk of flat bread browning on a griddle over the flames.

"Good Morn, Mabon, that smells good." Grabbing a lump of stiff barley dough from the large flat rock near the fire, she rolled it into a walnut size ball. Nesta patted it back and forth in the palms of her hands, shaping it into a flat, round patty.

"'Tis soldier's fare. What the Roman legions in Britannia broke their fast on each morn." Mabon slid his dagger under the round loaf, lifting it off the griddle. "But there are no longer any legions in Britannia." Mabon dropped Nesta's disk of dough onto the griddle. White steam shot up as the bread sizzled and bubbled.

"British skilled in the ways of both Roman and Celtic warfare will serve Arthur better than a full legion." Nesta rolled another ball and patted it flat.

"Aye." Mabon laid the last piece of flat bread on the griddle.

Nesta took the last round loaf off the griddle and sat down beside Mabon in front of the smoky fire. The bread was so hot, she dropped it in her lap and blew on her fingers.

"That niece of yours is quite a lass. She looks just like Aelfrida, but she acts like ye." Mabon's teeth tore into the flat bread as he passed Nesta the skin of ale.

"Is that so bad?" Nesta took a long swig of ale then handed the skin back to Mabon.

"Only if ye deem it bad to drive all men moon mad." He stuffed a wad of bread in his mouth.

Nesta let out a soft chortle of laugher. "Nay I do not consider that a bad thing. Merely a man's due. But it is not just men she drives mad. It seems Enid has set her mind on finding me a husband." She picked up the now cool bread from her lap, tore off a large hunk, and shoved it into her mouth.

"I have no doubt your niece has met her match in ye." Mabon wrapped his lips around the rim of the skin and took a generous draft of ale.

"Ye know me well then. But I tell ye, Enid is more like Aelfrida than me." Nesta munched down on the warm bread.

"I do not know Aelfrida well, but I have met her on occasion." Mabon passed the ale skin back to Nesta.

"We are very close. She is like a sister to me."

"And Gwydion and Tryffin were foster brothers were they not?" Mabon swallowed down his last piece of bread.

"Aye the four of us were best friends."

"Ye miss Gwydion still, do ye not?"

"Every day. And ye, Mabon, why have ye never married?" Nesta took a gulp of ale and handed the skin back to him.

"Long ago I deemed it better to serve king and country in the stead of wedlock." After taking another gulp, Mabon wiped his lips with the back of his hand and passed the skin to Nesta.

"Aye. I ken what ye say. When Gwydion died I deemed I would never remarry. I will love him forever."

Arthur and Enid arose, munched down on the two pieces of bread left for them, and finished off the skin of ale. Then all four saddled the horses, mounted, and rode onward for Silchester.

After half a day of riding, Arthur and Enid took the lead.

Mabon pointed his head toward them. "I say, Arthur has a chattering tongue this day. He is as loud as Enid."

"'Tis a lot of endless gabble. What do ye ken they speak of?" Nesta leaned her head toward Mabon as she rode. "Do ye think he aids her in a scheme to marry me off?"

"Nay, Arthur would not listen to her."

"Nay. 'Tis most unusual for any man to listen to any woman." Nesta let out an audible sigh. "I know not what he is chattering about. But I do know why he is riding aside her."

Mabon grinned. "Have ye been up to some scheming of your own?"

"Aye, guilty I am."

"And what did ye say to the young king to persuade him to listen to Enid's endless prattle?"

"I told him I gleaned a boy of ten and five years would be afeared to ride aside a maiden for so long. With such a thing being so new to him."

"Ye said this?"

"Aye, I did "

"So that is why he rides with Enid. Ye let him know his manhood would be questioned if he did not. 'Tis unfair," Mabon charged, but he was laughing even as he said it. And he couldn't help but think, now this is a special woman.

After six more hours of hard riding they stopped at a small village and ate a meal in the local ale hut called the Red Hare. For a small fee a farmer put them up for the night in his barn with fresh hay for their beds.

Mabon tossed his plaid bratt over a stack of hay and laid down beside Arthur, who had already bedded down on his own pile.

Mabon picked up a blade of hay and twirled it in his fingers. "Lad, ye were mighty talkative today. What did ye have to say to young Enid?" He stuck the blade of dry hay in his mouth and absently chewed on it.

"I have come to know that talking to women is like playing draughts." Arthur flashed a toothy grin.

"Draughts ye say?"

"Aye. Ye must use strategy to win. Ye must play at their game." Arthur winked.

"Ye learned that did ye? I am impressed."

"Aye. Well I am to be king."

"Aye. Of course." Mabon leaned his head close to Arthur's. "What strategy did ye engage to play at Enid's game?"

"I mentioned a fourth suitor. Someone I thought would be much better for Nesta then any of those Enid is hawking."

"Wise move. I like that."

"My thanks." Arthur grinned.

"Who did ye suggest for Nesta's suitor?"

"Ye," Arthur said then closed his eyes and fell to sleep.

Mabon however tossed and turned throughout the night.

* * *

As the first rays of sunlight pierced the cracks where the thatching was thin, the four travelers rose. After breaking their fast on dried apples and hazelnuts, they saddled the horses and rode out in the same formation as before.

Onward they rode, camped, slept, and mounted again each morn. At last the walls of Silchester came into view.

As they rode past the round amphitheater on the outskirts of town, all four marveled at the size. Mabon rode at the lead toward one of the many gates in the thick round wall. Even in a state of near abandonment, the city was impressive. At a trot, they rode down the wide streets past red-tile-roofed townhouses until they entered the forum, where half the nobles in Britannia waited for Arthur.

Upon dismounting, Arthur walked up to Mabon. "I have good news. Enid favors ye as one of the suitors."

"What say ye?" Mabon immediately lowered his voice to a gruff whisper. "Are ye moon-mad? Nesta does not wish to marry anyone and neither do I." He took a deep breath. "Ye are to be king, command Enid to stop this nonsense."

"Whether I be king or soldier, Lady Enid will not listen to me. She worries over her aunt."

A voice familiar to Mabon's ears said, "Did someone mention my daughter, Enid?"

Mabon looked up at the tall, gray harried yet still muscular man standing before him. "Tryffin." He gave him a friendly slap on the back. "Tis good to see ye." With his open hand he pointed to Arthur.

Tryffin clasped Arthur's hand in a sturdy grip. "'Tis an honor my king. I fought under both your sire and your uncle in many a battle with the Saxon hordes."

"Aye, Ye are the man they call the Fox Prince, are ye not?"

"Aye. But I am more liken to a silver fox with my once red hair now turned gray." Tryffin released a deep jovial chuckle. "And I have sired quite a large brood. One has been traveling with ye."

"Aye, Enid." Arthur grinned.

Mabon nodded. "A lovely maiden."

"And where is that daughter of mine?" Tryffin looked around.

"She was here but a moment ago." Mabon scanned the area now crowded with lords and ladies of the land.

"There she is." Arthur pointed to a group of women.

"Ah, she has found her mother. I missed the lass. I must see how she fares. Excuse me Mabon, King Arthur." Tryffin turned and walked toward the women.

"How fare ye, Aelfrida?" Nesta asked the tall woman who had a head full of light blonde hair with but a strand or two of gray peeking through.

"Ah." She touched her swollen stomach. "I look like I am pregnant, so full with fluid am I, and my feet stay swollen." Aelfrida lifted her tunic dress to show her huge ankles.

"What is the cause of this?" Nesta worried about her dear sister by marriage.

"'Tis due to a small growth in my lower stomach. It happens often in women of my age."

"We are getting older, Aelfrida," Nesta shrugged. "Have ye seen a physician?"

"Nay, I trust my herbs more."

"Ye were always good with herb lore."

"I have been brewing a tea from the roots and leaves of Angelica. It helps. Once my cycles come to an end this should all pass."

"Poor Aelfrida," Nesta said in a sympathetic, caring tone.

"And ye, how do ye fare?" Aelfrida leaned closer.

"I have suitors." Nesta emphasized the last word in a low tone as if it were a disease.

Aelfrida let out a soft chortle. "So I have heard. Tryffin and I feared ye might kill one of them, if not all."

"I have been tempted. I dare say I can best all three with the sword."

"But not Mabon?" Aelfrida's large blue eyes glinted with mischief.

"Mabon?" Nesta thought to herself. "How did Mabon get into this conversation?"

"Aye." Enid agreed with her mother. "I have given some thought to Mabon. He is not as rich nor as handsome as the others, but he is of an age with ye, Aunt Nesta."

Nesta's breath caught as her mouth dropped open. Loudly, she cleared her throat. "What say ye?"

Aelfrida leaned forward. "I ken he has been riding at your side for days."

"Nay." Nesta shook her head as her heart hammered. "He is a soldier and is escorting me. He is acting out of duty, 'tis all."

Enid looked at Aelfrida "Mam, Arthur favors the match."

"In truth?" Aelfrida's eyes lowered to slits "Hmmm."

Nesta set her hand on her hip. "Now I see where Enid gets her matchmaking whim from."

Aelfrida's lips widened into a bemused smile. "He is a good man."

"He is a life-long soldier. He does not want to marry."

"Until he finds the right woman. Mayhap he will wed when he finally falls in love." Aelfrida leaned back.

"Nay. In truth, Mabon and I bespoke of never marrying anyone. We were in perfect accord."

Aelfrida rested her hand on her chin and leaned forward. "In perfect accord." She stressed the last two words. "Forsooth?" She lowered her eyes.

A voice familiar to Nesta called out, "Sister."

Ah rescued just in time. Nesta turned with open arms. "Tryffin. 'Tis good to see ye brother mine."

"Aye. And ye?" Tryffin wrapped his arms around his sister and gave her a peck on the cheek. "How fare ye?"

"I am doing well."

"I was looking for this one." Tryffin dropped his arm from Nesta's shoulder and reached out to fondly tousle Enid's hair. Then he turned back to Nesta. "But I am glad I ran into to ye. A few days ago, Caddor stopped at Silchester to bring vexing tidings."

"Ugh." Can this day get any worse? "Tryffin, if ye have come to tell me ladies do not fight, I will be forced to remind ye, Aelfrida and I, rescued ye and Gwydion from the massacre at the Cloister of Ambrius."

"Nay, Nay." Tryffin raised his hands palm up in surrender. "Albeit, I do not wish to loose ye. Men and women die in war."

"Aye, but I carry a potent luck charm with me." Nesta stepped back and pulled out a long sword from the hilt belted at her waist.

Tryffin's eyes misted over as he recognized the blade. "'Tis Gwydion's sword."

"Aye. By carrying this sword, I keep Gwydion with me, Tryffin. He will keep me safe."

"Gwydion would be very proud of ye," Aelfrida said in a soft muted voice as if she choked back a sob.

Enid made a tsk sound with her tongue. "Will ye do naught to halt her from going to war?"

"Enid, it is not our decision to make," Aelfrida gazed intently into her daughter's eyes to comfort her fears.

"Ye gods." Flustered, Enid turned away and stomped off.

Mabon, always alert, spied young Enid, walking alone toward the townhouse Caddor was staying at.

"'Tis no place for an innocent maid," Mabon thought to himself as he followed her.