“People should not live like this,” she said to Lavernia. “Look at that shack. Look at the rubbish in the streets!” They were picking their way in their dainty shoes through indescribable filth. “I must see that better houses are built,” Domitilla thought. This was one way to use her “power”. She could scarcely see the view she had come to see because of the buildings crowding around her, but she began to have a vision of how it could be, and how it probably once was.
Suddenly they came upon a relatively open space and the curious crowds following them, fell back, bunching up among the last of the houses. Up to now every construction had been of wood, which did not surprise her because she knew the Celtic tribes, at heart still nomads, never built in stone.
But here before her at the hea
