Lucius stood and looked down at his daughter. So small…but so wise. She is right. It was Weylyn who sent Einion and Briana to us. Good friends. He nodded. “I will apologize to him in the morning.”
“Please, Baba,” she pleaded. “He is so kind.”
Lucius smiled, ran his hand over her hair, and turned, leaving Adara to sing to her, to calm her. He went to the next cubiculum to see Phoebus sitting up, holding his rudus on the edge of his bed.
“Did you practice while we were away?” Lucius asked, sitting down next to his son.
Phoebus did not speak for a moment, but then nodded. “Yes, Baba. We did.”
“Good,” Lucius said. “I… I’m proud of you, Phoebus. Both of you. You are learning so quickly, growing at such a rate. I’m trying to be the father you need. Forgive me if I think you too young still
