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Days later the late afternoon sun shone down on the peristylum where Argolicus was hosting his first social event in his new home. In his mind, it wasn’t a public event, just family and friends.
Argolicus, his mother, and his friends were finally celebrating Ebrimuth and Proba’s engagement. Tables next to the chairs and benches were filled with fresh figs, plums, herbed cheese, bread, and fish cakes. Every table held a beaker of wine.
Argolicus glanced toward the entertainment room. The frescoes glowed with new colors. The craftsman Pennus had recommended had been careful and diligent. He had started with the entertainment room where everyone would eat.
“A bead,” Amalina said, smiling. “You have a talent for noticing.”
“That’s what I thought,” Proba said as she snuggled against Ebr
