Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2015 13:43:37 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The White Druid 5

			      THE WHITE DRUID
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				  Part 5

CHAPTER 20

In Rome, Marco's father was having a hard discussion with his favourite
grandchild, a stubborn twelve-years-old girl. She wasn't a real beauty, but
was very pretty with long brown hair, normally combed in two long plaits,
two dimples on her white cheeks and strangely, a pair of blue large eyes
that disturbed many boys. Deeply in his heart he loved that child and
agreed on what she was exposing, though Roman society, as a whole, did not
consent it, in spite of the freedom that they enjoyed. The girl was
arguing:

	"Grandpa, I don't want to be a Vestal, I like boys and when I grow
up I'll marry and have children, the same as you did. So I also want to be
a good physician as you and Uncle Marco; why can't I? Because am a girl?
I'm sure most men would like a female physician rather than a man; unless
they are homosexual." Marcelo grinned as Karla, his wife, came to help him
to get out from her granddaughter's trap. In fact he had not a strong
argument to rebate or argue against the girl's arguments.

	"Julia Patricia, it isn't a question of intelligence or education;
fortunately you are very good at it, but you should think about your
studies. Is there any school for girls to study medicine?" Karla paused and
continued before the girl could argue. "No, there isn't; only for boys,
however, I agree with you because I would have suffered it if I wanted to
be a physician here in Rome, so I helped your grandpa within our family. My
grandfather taught me all medicine that I know, so, we will do the same to
you. If you continue being so keen on it; nevertheless, you will solve the
problems that surely will have when you start practicing it.  Another
solution would be that you marry a physician." The lovely girl had thought
about it, but up to now, she had not found the boy to whom she would marry;
and her progenitors would never impose a husband to her. The girl went to
her grandmother and hugged her tightly on the waist.

	"Thanks grandma, I knew you would support me. When shall we start?
I'm fed up of sewing and making home tasks."

	"You are very much the same as your grandmother was." Marcelo said
with sarcasm.  Karla knew her man better than herself and was aware that
Marcelo loved that girl with all his heart; she was sure that he would help
the child as much as herself.

	"We can start right now. The first thing to learn is about the
medicine plants that you will use to cure people. Here in the farm there
are many of them, and some other ones that we must buy from the trader, but
you must learn how to recognize them. Now get good clothes, order to
prepare the horses, and in a few moments we will ride to the next
mountains."

	"I suppose we must have someone to accompany us."

	"Yes, you are right, just for safety. I think Daisy will be more
than happy coming with us; she also knows a lot about medicine plants that
she learnt from my grandfather while she was working with us." The girl
happily obeyed her grandma's orders, and sometime later the group rode to
the mountains. Marcelo moved his head in disbelief.

********************

Back to The Gauls; Marco and the boys were busy designing the summits with
people who would participate in the next fights, caring about the
sanitarian aspect. Following Julio orders and with Flabio Cornelius'
cooperation, he had sent messages to all Eduo druids to help in this task,
having received an overwhelming answer from all, being ready to travel to
and assist to a general reunion as soon as he ordered it. The problem of
the persons in charge of the stretchers was solved: the Generals will
provide soldiers for this work. They were at the end of the year and the
boys were enthusiastic, since now it was clear the final battles would
start next spring; for that time, near all legions would be established not
far from the capitol city in strategic points secretly designed. To each
legion would be attached a determined number of physicians and assistance
personnel. Julio had told Marco that he would not participate in any the
fight. Curing the wounded soldiers was much more important.

Marco was sat down, and the four boys were laying on their sides on the
soft carpet in front of the large fireplace staring at the flames, all of
them engrossed in their own thoughts, after the conversation they had had
relating to the coming combats. Kist had his right hand pressing Doro's and
from time to time they exchanged sweet glances. He thought how much he
loved his friend, he never thought would be in love with another boy, but
Doro was so special for him...  Suddenly Doro whispered on his ear:

	"Angel, do you know that I never thought I would love you?" Kist
flushed because those were his thoughts about his friend. In that moment he
would have liked to start sobbing and kissing his friend; he was immensely
happy after those terrible years near the barbarians, as he called
Vercingetorix's people. Sweetly he turned his head and kissed a peck on
Doro's cheek.

	"I love you, too, Doro. I wonder what's going to happen to us in
the future. Every one here has now a clear idea of what we are going to be,
especially if we survive to this war..."  Doro moved himself and now was
facing his friend, only a few centimetres separated their faces; he
caressed the boy's silky blond hair and murmured.

	"Nothing will happen to us. You will be an excellent physician;
Dart and I, forcedly will be druids, but mostly physicians, since we must
use our powers for good in all senses, as we have been gifted; and Keel
will be a great and important soldier. He had this in his blood since his
father was one of the best archers of our people. Our real problems will
start when we decide to split out to meet our fates. Meanwhile, we should
not think about anything and love and enjoy each other as we are
doing. We'll have time for something else." Kist then fixed his sight on
Doro's eyes, as his friend continued caressing his hair. He would have
liked to have his friend's powers in order to know what he was thinking
about him. For the time being he was very confused; he liked Doro with all
his heart; he would have given his life for him, and he was absolutely sure
Doro would pay him back with the same feelings. They enjoyed each other's
affection when they were having sex, and never imagined being different;
however, would this be the same when they grow up? He enjoyed his kisses
and especially when he lapped and sucked his nipples and his dick. He had
to recognize that it felt great when he did the same to him; however he did
not feel particularly attracted about what Keel did to Dart fucking him.
When they grow most likely they will develop hair on most of their body
parts, as he had seen on many warriors when they cleaned in the river. He
was absolutely sure he will like and love Doro, but his mind rejected the
idea of having sex with a haired person. Suddenly he felt his friend's hand
rubbing his scalp as he said:

	"Sorry Kist, your mind called mine as magnet to iron and could not
stop your thoughts entering into me." Kist deeply flushed and turned his
head in order his friend could not see him; but Doro pulled his friend to
him cuddling as two spoons; he whispered into his ear: "Please Kist, I did
not do it on purpose, it is something strange and never happened me
before. Yet, I must say that I always think the same as you do, and surely
I will love you forever, even if you develop hair, got bad temper and hate
me." Kist quickly turned over and hugged his friend with all the tenderness
he could gather.

	"I'll never hate you, do you understand? Never!!!" They remained
hugged tightly for some time, as Kist felt Doro's tears on his neck, both
were weeping, but their dicks were hard as rocks tenting their night long
shirt. They separated for a moment as Kist said.

	"We better have a release; I want that nice tool of yours into my
mouth and watching you getting to the stars." They smiled, stood and hand
in hand they went to their bedroom.  Marco sighed and grinned as the boys
disappeared behind the bedroom door. Dart watched his brother giving the
hand to Kist and thought how lucky he was having as lover that great boy.
Keel wasn't a beauty but had already hard muscles in his body and probably
the largest dick of all four, so this compensate him, and he loved those
moments as now, when they felt each other excited and wanting to be
together on the bed. They were spooned in front of the fire and Dart
noticed Keel's cock pushing against his butt.

	"We better go to bed, Dart; your beautiful butt is asking to be
fucked by my dick."

	"Yes, you are right, but please, stay where you are for a while; it
is so wonderful to be like this!" Dart knew how his brother and Kist
thought about their relationship; yes Doro was very lucky. They will grow
and split out as the best friends forgetting their mutual sexual
relationship, but their love and friendship will last forever. He felt
different, he would never like a girl, though he enjoyed fucking Stella,
therefore in such a manner he was luckier since he had started enjoying his
being right from the beginning; the problem was that Keel will grow and
most likely he will go back to his girl, not remaining with him. On the
other hand, he missed and needed someone else who felt like himself to
build up a future. He knew the person, but was he ready? Apparently he was
not. Marco was his ideal; he spent hours thinking on this man and building
in his mind a future together. He knew Marco loved him, but he was too
attached by his obligations on respect of him: he was his legal
father. Eventually he could forget this and have a relationship with him,
as many other men had with boys; this fact was commonly accepted by Rome
society, as a heritage from the Greek. Nevertheless, Marco was too honest
to violate his word, at least until himself were eighteen years old. Keel
interrupted his thoughts.

	"Please Dart, let go to bed, I'm very hot." Dart grinned as he
stood, they went to their bedroom and before closing the door he turned the
head and stared at his adored man. He clearly received in his mind the
message: "Enjoy yourself with your intelligent lover." He smiled and
entered into the room. Doro and Kist were reaching the critical moment of
their 69 mutual orgasms expressed with loud groans, though their filled
mouths muffled it. As he got ready with his butt oiled, he watched how Kist
recovered his original position in front of his brother facing him;
tenderly they kissed and drifted to sleep. "Yes, they were as two
parallels: they will go together, but never meet to form a single object,
but their souls will remain united.

He and Keel were different. Keel loved him, but his objective was to be a
great soldier, and sooner or later to marry his girl and have children. He
stopped his mental thoughts as Keel started kneading his butt cheeks and
kissing him. Their mouths met and their tongues swirled inside; after some
time Keel, scooted down, raised his friend's legs to his chest, placed his
long stick on the port of entry and pushed hard. In a single thrust he went
entirely into his lovely friend's guts. They were used to this, so in
seconds Keel began fucking his lover as a rabbit, both were sweating and
soon they reached that magical moment when both flew to the seventh
cloud. They recovered their breath, kissed once more and spooned, dragged
the covers over them, soon Keel was hard asleep, as his brother and Kist
were. He waited some more minutes; then naked as he was, left the bed and
went to Marco's room; he was waiting for him.

	"Did you enjoy it, Dart?" The boy jumped on the bed and went under
the covers cuddling in Marco's arms facing the fire that burned in front of
them in the fireplace.

	"Yes Marco Tulio Decio, but you well know how I would truly enjoy
it. When would you forget what officially you are and start making love to
me? We are the same and I like you a lot Marco. Why can't we enjoy and love
each other, like many men and boys do in Rome and here?" The boy said these
words as a pray. Marco felt a sting in his stomach as he wished what the
boy was telling him; but he could not carry out without betraying his own
word and his society rules. He caressed the clean and silky boy hair
tenderly.

	"Dart, please turn over so I can see your lovely eyes." The boy did
and Marco rubbed the smooth skin with the back of his hand. "Dart, you are
the most beautiful boy I ever met, and nothing would please me more than
making love to you; however, for many centuries my family has kept the
honour very high. The given word was as the law carved on the marble, never
to be destroyed or betrayed; I can't forget it. Rome requested me to care
about you and your brother, and I accepted it voluntarily, especially that
day that I found you in the hands of that slave trader." The boy
interrupted him with tears dribbling on his cheeks.

	"That occurred many months ago, and I must say that my heart was
full of joy watching you ordering your soldiers; from that right moment I
loved you and I willingly wanted to receive from you what my heart was so
eagerly wanting." Marco cleaned the boy's tears and kissed him on the
forehead.

	"Dart you make things very difficult to me. You cannot imagine my
suffering having you between my arms, like now, and not being able to
please you and myself." The boy near in a whisper said:

	"The only thing that I understand is that I worship you and want
you to feel affection and care about me forever, forgetting that stupid
honour and law." They kept silence for a few moments and Marco dragged the
boy to him even tighter than before.

	"Dart, my boy, you well know that my heart is yours forever, so
please, help me to overcome all of this. I'll tell you what we can do: once
the war is over, I'll request my tutorship be relieved from you. The
problem is that you must do something special for Rome, in order the Senate
declares you free of being tutored, because you have matured enough to rule
your actions. This is rarely granted to a child of thirteen, as you will
soon be." The boy's eyes shone as two little stars as he kissed Marco on
the lips.

	"I'll do anything that Rome asks me, whenever we reach our goal."
He paused and then added: "Can I have something in advance?" Marco grinned;
in fact he wanted to caress that lovely boy more than anything in the
world.

	"You are incorrigible Dart..." Saying this, Marco pushed Dart on
his back and took his nightshirt away, whispering. "Oh my goddess, he is so
beautiful! I'll never stop saying it." Marco was ready to make something
special, but never reaching the barrier he had established himself. He
dragged the covers down and placed himself at the bottom of the bed. He
started kneading the boy's smooth sighs and at the same time he sucked his
toes, one each time. Dart ignored those sensual parts and immediately
started breathing hard, his dick hard as a rock jerking with each
heartbeat. Marco lapped the boy's internal thighs until he reached his
ball- sack, taking it into his mouth both little nuts as Marco disregarded
his hot dick. He went up to the boy's head licked his earlobes; then
nibbled his neck and his clean armpits, devoid of any signal of
puberty. Dart was very near his orgasm and could not resist Marco's
caresses. The man was aware of this circumstance, so he missed his nipples
and navel and went directly to the boy's hard cock, taking it into his
mouth. Dart moaned loudly and after a few sucks, his young white body
tensed and raised his hips to meet the man's mouth. He stopped breathing
for a few seconds, and then groaned as his thin cock started spitting his
clear semen small load.  When Marco felt the boy cock deflating he let it
out off his lips; then went up to watch his angel face, but Dart was
asleep. He held him into his arms, and dragging up the covers he also
drifted to sleep; his face showed the best smile of his life.

Three days later Marco came from Julio's residence and found the boys naked
playing some sort of play that he did not understand. As soon as they were
aware of his presence, they surrounded him exchanging words of affection
with him.

	"Boys, sit down; I have excellent news from Rome for all of you."
They quieted expectant waiting for Marco news. He then extracted a scroll
from his tunic and said: "By this document, the Senate of Rome confirms
what Julio Caesar had already decided, you all are Roman citizens. The boys
cheered up and jumped with happiness. After some noisy time, he
continued. "These are your Roman names: Doro Julius Diviciaco; Dart Marcus
Diviciaco, Keel Flavio Fulgino; and finally Kist Marcelo Decio." As they
kept silence Marco explained de second names. The second name comes from
the person who sponsored you before the Senate. Keel, since you have not
family, Julio thought to give you the name and surname of one of the most
prestige families of Rome. In the case of Dart and Doro there is not any
doubt; and finally I have adopted Kist as my own son, and my father adopted
him as his grandchild." Kist could not stop, and with tears he jumped into
his father's arms.

	"Thanks dad for adopting me; I'll carry your family surname with
pride and honour."  Once the emotions calmed down, Marco added.

	"Julio has told me to celebrate a little ceremony one of these days
to give you the scroll of your citizenship." The boys could not be happier,
especially Kist and Keel who would meet the great man for the first
time. Some days later the ceremony took place; the boys dressed with his
little armours and coats of mail, they kneeled in front of the Great
General as he hugged one by one, giving them the scroll received from the
Senate. It was a great evening; though outside was cold and raining, the
boys' cheeks were as pink roses.

	"You are now citizens of The Greatest Empire ever existed; I strong
recommend you to carry with honour your names and act with honesty and
loyalty for the rest of your lives." The four children answered at unison.

	"We swear it for our Great Mother and all gods of Rome." After
this, the moments were informal and Julio gave little presents to them. All
thanked him; Marco and Flavio Cornelius were present as witnesses and
sponsors. They enjoyed the evening and as Julio asked what they wanted to
be in the future, the boys did not hesitate telling him. After dinner, all
returned home with their young heart full of emotions and hopes. That was
the greatest evening of their lives, which would remained carved in their
heart forever.

CHAPTER 21

The new and decisive year of war had come just a couple of months
before. Small battles took place but only as testing the forces of each
side. It was clear that the barbarian forces overwhelmed Roman's, but
Julio's had the experience and discipline on their side, so that foresaw
cruel fights unless there were something that inclined the victory to one
of the sides.  Julio was explaining this to Marco who did not like that
terrible war, with the consequence of many cripples and lamed men. Julio,
in a moment of sincerity said to Marco, while he was being massaged.

	"I wish we had not that big river in front of us..."

	"Why, sir?" Julio thought for a moment, and after a long pause
answered his boy, as he used to call Marco.

	"When the offensive starts the river will be the first and
principal obstacle on our way to the north. There is only one stone bridge
and it will be well defended by many forces; if we try to cross, it will
cost many lives and our enemies in Rome will do their best against us,
especially against me.

	"Isn't there any other possibility, let's say, the engineers
building a new bridge, either of stone or wood?

	"It will be very hard and with many difficulties, absolutely
impossible in this time of the year. We would have to wait at least six
months to get a fair chance when the river has less volume of water, and
then one year to build the bridge; for that time Vercingetorix would have
increased his forces four times. Barbarians a rare; if Vercingetorix win a
little battle many warriors would join his forces immediately, on contrary,
if he loses, everybody will abandon him; they always try to join the
winner."

	"You mean it must be now or never."

	"Well, not exactly; but this opportunity will never come again; at
least for a few years, and then it will not be Julio Caesar, but somebody
else who carry out this conquest." They stopped the conversation as someone
came in and Julio was very careful speaking about his problems, except with
those who had his entirely confidence. Marco finished his task and said
good nights; he was seriously concerned about his dear boss. He arrived
home and, as usual, the boys were joking and waiting for him to have
dinner. They had changed a lot during the past months; now were more
mature; in two weeks all of them, except Kist, would be thirteen. As they
hugged him, Kist noticed his father's worries.

	"Father, you have something in your mind that I cannot disclose, as
the twins could do.  That worries me." Marco ruffled his son's blond
reddish hair and said:

	"Let's have dinner, later we'll talk about my worries." They had
supper, and when the servants left, they sat in front of the fire and Marco
explained the circumstances of Julio worries and plans. Then Kist said:

	"Father, more or less can you explain me where is that stone
bridge?" Marco stood and went to one of his shelves and extracted a map
that showed approximately the situation of the bridge. Then Kist said:

	"I know that part of The Gauls as my hand; Yankton and I travelled
thru those lands a couple years ago. We spent six months from one place to
another looking for something that he never disclosed to me. Why don't they
build a wood one far away from that bridge? Rome has capable engineers..."

	"Because they need a lot of time, a lot of wood, and they cannot
wait." Kist then argued, pointing out with his forefinger to a place far
away from the stone bridge.

	"Father, all this area is a thick forest of all kind of tall
trees. As far as I know, there is not any village in many miles around; an
army could be hidden there without being detected, let alone a couple of
cohorts formed by carpenters and soldiers. They could build a floating
bridge in parts and transport them to the narrowest and deepest part of the
river when it is ready. No one would suspect that they are so crazy to try
to cross the river by that point and that time when the river receives all
the water coming from the melted snow." Then Doro added:

	"They could set up wheels on each part to drag them to the river,
so in case of someone watching he could see them and he might think the
parts are carts for transporting wood."  Marco eyes shone as emeralds. The
following day, after the children departure for school, Marco went for his
morning visit to Julio; he had some time free for his personal business
before the general meeting with his officers. Marco took the opportunity
and told the General the conversation held with the boys. Julio remained
silent for some time; abruptly he asked.

	"Marco, at what distance can you and the twins transmit your
thoughts to each other?"

	"I have not measured it, but I would say there is not any
limitation within the Earth."

	"That's an excellent idea my son; I'll expose the boys' explanation
to my Generals; I am sure they will appreciate it. Please, come with me as
my assistant, probably they will need to make you some questions; if it is
as mentioned by Kist and Doro, it will be priceless the information and
solution." Later, along the morning the high rank men came. Julio Caesar
exposed the idea and all present approved it, as a good solution. Orus'
boss was the most enthusiastic amongst all present ones.

	"If we build that bridge, Kurt's raiders could go thru it in
silence with their heavy horses, being a serious setback for Vercingetorix,
cutting his possible retreat and help from the north.  We could smash his
army in a few hours; I'm sure our legions will fight as never before; the
prize for all soldiers, especially the veterans, would be great. However,
to plan this with efficiency we need time.

One year elapsed and the boys felt stronger in all ways; their friendship
was the best part of their lives, more than friends they were brothers
having a common father: Marco. The war had continued but with not
significant events or battles to decide the final end. It seemed that both
parties were gathering all available forces to get forever an end with the
conflict. The boys celebrated their fourteenth birthday and felt as little
men. Keel had developed hard muscles and was the tallest and strongest of
the four; his eyes were as two embers in the night. The twins felt they
were the happiest boys of the world, and their wisdom as druids had reached
parameters that they never thought even existed; always under the watch of
their tutor and father. Finally Kist was a real young man; he was not
intelligent but brilliant; absorbing medicine knowledge as a sponge. He was
of great help to his father, solving problems that Marco could no
attend. The man always strove for not making any difference amongst them,
but his heart was filled with pride about his adopted son. Kist paid him
back with love and affection. At that time all of them had developed the
beauty that any child reaches in the breaking point of child and manhood;
Kist had continued being a living example as Apollo.

The following months, after the boys 14th birthday, were of advances and
retreats by both parties as if they were testing the situation. Near June,
two cohorts commanded by Orus appeared, most of the men were carpenters and
engineers; after a few days in the large town, the large group apparently
headed to the South; in fact it was a trick to deceive the spies; later on
they would turn to the North. While Orus remained in town, the cohorts were
lead by his second in command slowly going to their destination. Orus and
Marco were having diner with the children as this said:

	"The time has arrived, my boys. We'll leave tomorrow to meet my
taskforce. I'm sorry Marco for taking Doro and Kist with me as the Great
General has ordered. You know boys, this is an essential part of this war
and you have a special roll to play, though you are not obliged to come,
but I understand you have offered your service to the Great Caesar." Marco
then said:

	"Besides Eduos, they are Roman citizens, though near children."
Kist then stared at Marco."

	"We aren't children anymore, father; the four of us are fourteen,
therefore old enough to fight and defend our oars."

	"When is Uncle Kurt due here?" Marco asked.

	"I don't know; that's a secret well guarded by the Generals; only a
few high officers know it. I suppose it will take sometime until we finish
the bridge; Doro will transmit the message to Dart when we are ready. Then
main part of our riders will join us there. Kist is our guide to reach the
point as soon as possible and without being detected." With wetted eyes
Marco thought this was the first time he would be separated from two of his
boys, especially his son Kist; then he said:

	"It is time for bed, tomorrow and the next days you have a long
trip to go." The boys said goodnights and went to their bed, each one
engrossed in his thoughts. The two brothers slept together for the last
night until they met again; in all probability months will elapse before
that.  The following day at dawn tears of farewell were dropped; Kist
hugged tightly his adopted father.

	"Father, I'll come back to go to Rome. If you write to grandpa,
tell him I'll be his student, as long as he wants me there."

	"I'm sure he will love you as much as I do, my son. Good luck and
good success." More hugs and within a few minutes Orus, ten of his soldiers
duly armed, and the two children departed for their destination, all of
then riding horses. Four days later they met the main group.  After the
night, they continued their journey to the North; always lead by Kist and
Orus. The soldiers were flabbergasted about the boys who always slept
together and well guarded; not talking to anyone but to the officers,
unless they were asked. After two weeks of low ride Kist said to Orus and
the other officers.

	"We are now in Vercingetorix's domains, beyond this point we should
be as silent as possible. There isn't any village in many miles, but we
could meet woodcutters; I suppose we have to retain them until our forces
come.

	"You suppose well Kist. We'll not make any fire during the day,
though during the night we can hide it. Orus said. They entered into thick
forest with tall and heavy trees, that made difficult to move forward with
the oxen dragging the heavy carts, but the officers had to admire the boy's
knowledge of the land. Doro could have helped with the animals, but he
preferred to hide his powers as his father had instructed him, unless it
was absolutely necessary. After a few days, Kist climbed to a tall pine,
and when descended said:

	"I have seen the river from the top of the tree; it is about six or
seven miles, just where I thought it must be."

	"In that case we'll set up here our quarters; there is a little
stream nearby more than enough for our needs. I don't want to be detected."
Orus gave the orders to his officers and immediately the men started
cutting tall trees to make a fair clear to build the bridge parts. The
tents were established between the trees round the clear. Doro and Kist
then went alone to sit on an old dead log as the boy's mind made a
connexion with Dart, telling they were safe and Kist near him. Kist could
observe tears dribbling along the smooth cheeks of his dear friend.

	"Why do you weep?" Kist asked to his friend.

	"It is the first time we are separated and I miss him. In such a
manner he's as my other body half." Kist understood and started rubbing his
friend's back.

Everybody rested that night and the following morning at dawn an army of
carpenters, smiths, and craftsmen started their work; selecting and cutting
large trees and opening a pathway leading to the river. Orus, two of his
officers, and the boys rode to the river, always smuggled in the jungle
formed by the old trees. Unexpectedly they arrived to a little open space
covered with grass; in front of them the great river that looked as a
lake. Doro then said:

	"It seems the water doesn't move."

	"That's apparent; due to the enormous mass of water and especially
the deepness, it moves slowly but steady and with tremendous force. This
part of the river has not rapids because the land is flat; this is very
good for us, here we can build the bridge without any problem. No one can
think that we are mad enough to make a bridge over that mass of water."

       "Yes. We have good engineers that have spent many months planning
this work. Let's go upstream to choose the right place to set up the
bridge; we have to consider not only this side, but also the other one."
One of the officers said; apparently he was one of the specialists on the
subject. "If we don't have any unexpected visitors from the enemy warriors,
in three or four weeks time, the bridge would be a reality; it depends on
the weather.

       "Jolly good. Let's continue and go back into the forests." Orus
said. "It would be great to know how the land on the North side is in all
its extension until reaching the stone bridge." Doro and Kist grinned
slyly. Orus felt a little uneasiness as the boys smiled.

       "Why do you smile? Have I said any silly thing?" As the officers
rode quickly for a while inspecting the place, Kist then said.

       "I believe you have in your family an expert on animal
interacting. Kurt can enter into the mind of horses and Diviciaco into any
animal that had brains; Dart and Doro are Diviciaco's sons and were gifted
even more than their father; this is a secret and nobody must know it.
That's why he did not help when we had problems with the bullocks. Apart of
us boys, only my father and Julio know they are gifted." Orus was as
shocked that he could not answer as they started riding back to the
forest. Orus then said:

       "It seemed strange how Uncle Kurt managed the horses; even the
wildest was as tame as a little puppy for him. We were puzzled but never
dare to ask him. Now I understand the smiles from Uncle Jan." They
interrupted the conversation as the two officers joined them again.

       ********************

In the town the news regarding the war were scarce, but seemed that the
fights were not very hard; both armies were getting ready for a final
confrontation that would clearly decide the winner and their fates. Julio
had issued a notice addressed to the small and foreign tribes that were
joining Vercingetorix's forces, mostly Helvetians and Germans. "Rome would
slave or kill anyone not from The Gauls, and held as prisoners if they find
them fighting. People that do not fight will be disarmed and sent back to
their origin lands. Persons from The Gauls would be treated with respect if
Vercingetorix do the same with Roman soldiers." This notice had spread
quickly thru all lands, some laughed and some thought carefully about it.

Just as they had begun to build the bridge, Marco and the boys received a
great surprise with the visit of Uncle Kurt and his elder son Cletus; at
the time an eighteen y/o handsome boy. His raiders were some miles away
awaiting the order to depart for the North; this cavalry would be the first
to cross thru the bridge. They were more than thousands horsemen, riding
heavy and strong horses; carrying his large bows and deadly special
arrows. Any man would fear to meet these warriors; no armour would be
strong enough against their arrows. Marco had never seen Kurt in spite of
being living in The Gauls several years; however he recognized him as he
opened the door. He near shouted:

	"Uncle Kurt, Welcome home!" He hugged Kurt that tenderly kissed the
cheeks of his sister's son, as he considered Karla until she married
Marco's father. Kurt then introduced his eldest son, Cletus.

	"This is your cousin Cletus, my elder son." Both young men hugged
as if they knew each other for many years. "Who are these beautiful boys,
Marco?" Kurt asked. The boys approached with respect to the group. Dart
noticed the power emanating from the middle aged man's mind.

	"This is Dart, Diviciaco's son; and this one is Keel, his best
friend and the best student in our school; both are under my tutorial
authority as ordered by Julio Caesar. Kurt immediately noticed Dart's
giftedness. Kurt hugged the boys as he said:

	"I knew and admired your father since I was your age, Dart; he was
the greatest man and better druid I ever knew. I hope you and your brother
have inherited his goodness. I loved him and he loved children above all."

	"Thank you, sir; you are very kind. He deserves all our memories."
The boys sat near the fire together with Cletus, while Marco and Kurt
started an animated conversation, separated from the youngsters.

	"How is my sister Karla, your mother, Marco? I have not heard from
her in many years.  And your father?"

	"As far as I know they are quite well. He's a reputed physician in
Rome, and my mother is devoted to him. The arrival of Orus' family
completed her happiness."

	"I wish I could see him again; he taught me many things during the
time he remained in our village. As a present, he gave me his own horse to
start the breeding farm." He then changed the subject. "I heard about your
curing Vercingetorix's son. We used to be best friends when we were
children, and shared many things; as any boy did." He grinned slyly.

	"I did my best to heal his pains, uncle; but I can't do miracles;
I'm not the Great Mother.  He will not experiment any headache anymore, but
he will pass away much before any boy of his age." He
paused. "Vercingetorix treated me with respect and I did my best to do what
I could to his son. Worten could not have a better father, he reverenced
his progenitor. It's a petty that Vercingetorix had initiated this war that
will cost many lives, though he's not entirely responsible for it."

	I do agree with you, Marco; but unfortunately we can do nothing,
though now the balance is even; he probably has forces mounting four to one
against us, yet Roman legions are disciplined and brave, with a large
experience in all type of wars." He paused. "By the way, it has been an
excellent idea the agreement about looking after the wounded persons."

	"Thank you uncle; the boys have a lot to do with that; they have
worked hard in the organization and now they are ready to work healing and
curing injured persons, no matter whether they are friends or enemies."

	"Do you know you have a strong supporter and admirer in the
family?" Marco felt curiosity about his uncle words. He was aware that many
persons, most of The Gauls people, supported him, though he had to try to
be "The White Druid" for all. Kurt continued. "Your cousin Angela, my
eldest daughter wanted to come to fight or at least to be attending the
wounded persons; however my niece Linda, Jan's daughter, and your admirer,
said if Angela comes she would also come as she wanted to be near you."
Marco felt flattered himself.

	"She has a lovely name, Uncle. How is she?"

	"She has the right name, a beautiful blond thirteen-years-old girl,
still carrying long plaits. Jan's favourite child right from the time she
was born. She will be a good physician because now she spent most of her
time with his father attending sick persons. Now she must be in the west
coast where the war operations have started." Marco sighed.

	"She seems to be a good girl. Once all this is over, I promise I'll
pay a visit to you to know the rest of the family." Kurt smiled with
sarcasm and said:

	"She has only a little defect: she likes girls as much as boys,
though we never found her with any, but his father told us." Marco felt the
need to support the blond girl; after all he also loved boys and girls.

	"This doesn't represent any defect, and much less for an Eduo
girl." In that moment Dart and Marco felt how Doro was trying to contact
their minds. He kept silent while Dart approached him. Kurt was gifted so
he felt something but could not identify. After a few minutes of absolute
concentration Marco nodded.

	"It was a Doro's communication. We don't stay for long just in case
there is any druid who could also receive the message. He said the bridge
will be ready in time when you arrive.  Also you must carry the two eagles
that Julio has in his park; I suppose he's going to use them to see
Vercingetorix's forces."

	"Is he that powerful?" Cletus asked. His father nodded as Dart's
tears wetted his smooth cheeks. Cletus turned his head and asked his new
friend. "Why are you weeping?"

	"We have never been separated since we were born, and that hurts a
lot; I'm sure he's also crying, though he has Orus and Kist with him." Kurt
the said:

	"I have had a private meeting with Julio and his other Generals; he
has suggested you come with me." Marco then pointed out.

	"Normally, after the meeting, he will surely want to talk to you
privately; then it will be the right moment to deal with the eagles. This
must be kept strictly secret and no one must know about this, otherwise the
child's life could be at risk; and Julio loves these children as if hey
were his."

	"Very good. I'll plan to leave the day after tomorrow at dawn. It
is a long way and we carry many things with us, so we cannot delay our
departure. The men are anxious to demonstrate their braveness to Germans
and Helvetians.

CHAPTER 22

Except in some small points, Roman forces were advancing steady to the
North, pushing barbarian warriors to the limits marked by the great river
where Vercingetorix had his stronghold. Julio's sea forces had a lack of
experience in the east waters; nevertheless his navy destroyed the enemy's
fleet freeing the seas of any possible help to them. However, in spite of
Julio Caesar decree, thousands and thousands of new warriors were arriving
to join the enemy's forces.

Miles away to the North-East, the bridge was almost ready to be used. Two
days later, Kurt and his cavalry entered in the forest clear; and Orus
hugged him and Cletus. After the greeting, they entered into a little wood
shed that the carpenters had built for the boys.

	"Doro, here you are your eagles. Julio sends them as a present for
you, even if you don't use the birds." Then, addressing to Kist, he added:
"Thank Kist for your performance and information, without you it would have
been impossible to get here." Kurt hugged the lads in a single
embrace. Cletus, as he did with Dart and Keel, immediately hit with the two
boys and started chatting, while Orus and his future father in law talked
about the operation and the family. Orus then said:

	"Tomorrow we'll have a look to the bridge. We have smuggled it so
nobody could detect it."

	"Tomorrow?" Kurt asked and added: "Let's go now; I'm impatient to
se it." The two men and Cletus left the boys alone. They were caressing the
eagles' feathers. Kist grinned slyly.

	"Why do you grin, my angel? Kist then left the eagle on its stand,
took Doro's face between his hands and kissed him tenderly on the lips. The
druid's boy body squirmed as he noticed his dick getting hard; now their
cocks needed more attention and they were hard frequently.

	"Because I like you heaps and the feather have reminded me your
smooth face." The boy smiled.

	"They will take hours going and back from the river..." Nothing
needed to be added. Kist locked the door of the shed and started undressing
the druid beautiful boy. When Doro was naked he reciprocated his friend;
that was a ceremony that they did daily since they came into the
forest. The months that they had been together had tighten their souls, in
such a manner that every night they enjoyed their sexuality in one way or
another. Except fucking each other, they explored all possible ways of
having pleasure together. Orus knew it, so he facilitated it by not naming
any guardians until later, so they were in privacy though it was not
necessary, since most of the soldiers were Eduos and they understood the
teenagers' relationship.

	"How would you like it tonight, my angel?" Doro asked his friend as
he continued: "Remember, except fucking, everything is allowed. Our dicks
have got thicker and larger than before during these months. I wonder if my
brother Dart has developed in the same way." Kist then caressed gently the
small patch of hair that his friend had developed at the base of his cock.

	"Surely; he must be having a good time with Keel and Marco. Why
not?" His hormones must be making a revolution into his lovely body." Kist
gasped as he felt his dick into his friend's mouth; then turned in a 69
position and enjoyed that lovely cock of Doro; their pubes tickled their
faces and that even made the moment more exciting. Some minutes later they
reached their respective climaxes and enjoyed their nectar; then drifted to
a good nap as a siesta in a mutual embrace.

Orus and Kurt returned later in the afternoon from visiting the bridge; it
was a master piece and they were more than satisfied with what the Roman
engineers had carried out. The following morning Kurt, the children and
Orus went to a forest clear upper in the hill, from there they could see a
large extension of the forests; then the boys stared at eagle as Kurt then
placed his hand on Doro's shoulders and said:

	"Doro, this implies danger, you know better than I do; you are not
obliged to risk your precious life, my son..." Doro glanced at his friend
who was worried and to the eagles.

	"I know it, Kurt; but my father told my brother and me that we
should do anything to bring peace to The Gauls, even risking our lives. I
am ready." The man caressed the boy silky hair and kissed him on the
forehead. Then he said to the other boy that had just finished feeding the
large a powerful bird:

	"This is a very important moment Kist; it is essential that someone
who Kurt loves be near him in case the eagle had an accident; Doro would
return to his senses only if you transmit your love and call him to return;
otherwise he will lose his mind and probably his life, as he is into the
eagle. Do you understand, Kist?"

	"Yes sir, I do."

	"That's why we have come here to a lonely place in order not to be
disturbed. Let's proceed." Doro fixed his large eyes on the eagle, the
animal screeched of contentment as Doro smiled and closed the yes. His mind
now was into the animal and watching the place thru the animal's eyes. He
ordered the large bird to start flying in the skies. The eagle jumped from
the rock where it has been standing and feeding. Rapidly looked for a warm
current and started making large circles; when the animal was high enough
disappeared in a straight direction to the west. Doro moved his lips but
said nothing; however Kurt was receiving in his mind the images that the
eagle was watching and transmitted by Doro.

After more than an hour, the animal flew high over a large hill and a soft
valley; he could watch the position of many tents on the south side of the
hill, near a clear stream. The tents were grouped in the same colour that
Kurt could perfectly identify as Helvetian and Germans. Further on, he
recognized the stone bridge over the great river. More and more tents,
thousands of them with other colours showed the different Gaul's and
foreign tribes colours spread over each side of the large river. It was a
very large army, larger than they thought. Near two hours was the eagle
gliding over the large fields taking advantage of the warm air spiral
reaching high without any effort. After some more minutes, Doro ordered the
animal to return home; he was feeling the bird needs to feed itself and
instinctively could descend to hunter a prey.

Kurt was seriously concerned, because he thought the animal could feel the
need to hunter, but felt relieved when he watched far in the horizon the
eagle approaching to where they were; a few minutes later it laid its claws
on the rock, where Kurt had place a large amount of rabbit meat just hunted
by Orus. Doro then opened his lovely eyes and smiled softly.

	"It has been a wonderful trip!!!" Kurt could not do anything but to
hug the boy tightly.

	"You will never know what a great service you have rendered to The
Gauls, my child.  We'll always be in debt to you both. A war is a difficult
business and you have helped to prevent it in the future." Kurt then
changed the subject. "Are you ready to connect with your brother or Marco?"

	"I can do with any of them, and if necessary, with both at the same
time. But before, I want to carry out a promise with the two eagles." When
he observed the two animals were satisfied, Doro caressed the fine animals
feathers, then he concentred his mind on the birds and murmured some arcane
words; the eagles screeched loudly, moved happily their large wings and
soared into the blue sky; they were free to live in the mountains similar
to the Pyrenees, where they had been hunted. Then Kurt understood and said:

	"Marco and your brother must be at this moment together in the
fortress, we need to tell Julio only two words: *ten hills*. They know the
meaning because we have been dealing with this problem personally." Doro
grinned as he took Kist's hands in his; he concentrated, and in seconds she
smiled as he was into Dart and Marco's minds."

	"Ten hills!!! I love you father. Brother, I miss you a lot." Then
they close their minds. Kurt then stood and got a serious grimace on his
face. Ten minutes later Doro felt how Dart was trying to mentally talk to
him. "Go ahead, brother." They did not mention names in order another
gifted druid could trace and discover the meaning. Dart then said:

	"Tell Uncle: *the hills are green these days* Kurt grinned and said
to Orus:

       "Let's go to the camp. We'll depart in a week time at dawn. The
animals and men need to rest and get ready for the battle." The following
morning, all persons that had been building the bridge left the camp to
another objective. One week elapsed, and that day the camp was like a great
feast; everybody getting ready his weapons, especially bows and
arrows. Kurt visited the open stables where the horses were eating,
mentally he talked to them as he had done many times during their training;
the animals recognized him and gladly neighed as if they say: "yes we are
ready."

Kurt and his raiders crossed the river, followed up by the infantry legion
and the sanitary team where the boys were integrated as physicians;
probably they would cure more foreigners than own people, but war was like
that. The boys did not think on anything, they were excited thinking on
what they expected at the arrival. One week later, at dawn, the horses had
been duly fed, the raiders climbed the north side of the hill and found at
their feet a sea of tents full of warriors; mostly still sleeping
peacefully not expecting any attack from their arrear. The raiders, as a
tsunami, swept them like today a large flock of armoured tanks would do;
killing or gravely injuring anyone in front of them. The warriors, riding
the horses, carried out their task with their deadly weapons, killing
anyone who tried to fight against their long swords or bows. Really it was
a massacre. The enemy had had no time to react. Just some hours later, the
infantry held the camp; all survivors were slaved and the cavalry crossed
the bridge. Some of Vercingetorix's warriors escaped riding their horses;
they ran in panic to their headquarters to warn Vercingetorix about the
disaster. He knew those were very bad news in spite he still had a
considerable army. Via pigeon carriers, he also knew the Roman's attack
from East to West in all lines. He then called his assistant.

	Pepkor, the unexpected moment could have arrived." Vercingetorix
then rang a silver little bell and immediately his near fourteen-years-old
lovely son came in. The boy was astounded when he saw Pepkor getting ready;
he guessed the worst. He could not believe that he had to separate from his
father. The man placed his hands on the boy shoulders and looked into those
eyes that he so deeply loved.

	"Dad, what's going on? I don't want to be separated from you."

       "Worten, we have bad news from the North. I think we have
underestimated Julio Caesar and his friends. You are what I more love in
this world and I want you to be safe just in case things worsened. Pepkor
will take you to "Little Farm" in Britannia; there you will have everything
you may need until I call you. Nobody knows you there, except Pepkor. You
are a good and intelligent boy; therefore stay there without mentioning
anything to anybody. Pepkor will say you are his nephew." When the
assistant left to get everything ready, the boy hugged his father and
started to weep softly.

       "Sorry dad, but we have been son happy since the White Druid cured
me..."

       "He is a good man; if we succeed in this war, we'll call him and
Kist, and we'll stay in Britannia together as long as they want to be with
us; this is a promise." Father and son hugged and several hours later,
during the night, the boy and the man left the fortress; some days after
this, they crossed the river, and on the other side, took a small ship that
sailed down the river, and then into open sea to Britannia, where they
arrived safely some weeks afterwards.

The war still lasted many months with some partial defeats of the Roman
forces, but in general, and spite of the braveness of both sides the war
ended the following year with the battle of Alesia, where Vercingetorix was
defeated and held as a prisoner. These events occurred in year 52 BC.

The Roman forces continued their advance until reaching the upper
North. During this time Marco and Dart worked very hard curing persons
until they got into Alesia. Doro and Kist remained carrying the same task
until Kurt's men conquered the last fortress in the North. They never
imagined could watch so many wounded and dead persons in their humanitarian
jobs, and the large experience fixing arms, legs, and some times sculls;
curing all types of injures. As usual, they succeeded and failed in their
tasks, but in general they were rewarded with the smiles and satisfaction
from the sick warriors and soldiers as the boys spoke and cure using their
own languages, so no one knew who they were and where they came from. The
system agreed about the mutual help healing wounded persons was reputed of
a great success.

Later on, the Roman Senate would recognise these facts, as well as the idea
of establishing sanitarian groups to look after the wounded persons. The
four boys were splendidly rewarded, besides considering them majority,
though they were only fifteen-years-old boys. Keel was a soldier but could
not fight, so Julio Caesar took him as his personal squire and messenger.
When the battle of Alesia was over, Julio called Marco to his presence in a
private meeting.

Dart and Keel met for the first time in many months, both had grown in all
senses; now they were not the inexperienced boys that more than one year of
war had separated them; now they were fifteen, near men. Dart deeply loved
Marco and Keel remained always near Julio Caesar.  He had other friends,
boys and girls, who admired him. In summary, they had changed too much to
continue their old relationship, though their friendship was still
there. When they met hugged as two good old comrades.

	"How are you, my dear druid?" Keel asked.

	"I'm very well, my friend. We have suffered a lot during this
terrible time, watching wounded persons of all kinds and ages; sometimes
boys of our age that had been fighting and dyeing as men. I think you
wouldn't be able to realise it, but it is true. However I had near me the
strength and the love of Marco, and never complained for the hard work,
some times until we were exhausted." Keel felt proud of his friend and
hugged him with emotion.

	"You love him, don't you Dart?" The boy's eyes shone as little
stars and smiled."

	"Yes, heaps as you used to say, and I'm ready to give him my body
and my soul when he asks me. I hope he does this soon."

	"I understand. What about your brother and Kist?"

	"I don't know much about Kist, only that he will be the best
physician in the whole Gauls. He is efficient and brave, always in the
first line near the fight, no matter if the wounded person was from The
Gauls or a foreigner; they were human beings for him. That's what Marco had
been telling me right from the beginnings, and that's why I love him so
much and people round him, too. Doro admires Kist and I think that in some
ways, he loves him more than what he believes, but I am not sure. They are
now far in the North, but before the rain season starts they will be here.

	"Thanks for telling me all this, Dart; you well know that I am in
debt with both of you and in such ways I would have preferred to be a
physician and be near Doro and you, so I envy Kist though he deserves your
admiration; he's a great boy. Oh! By the way, Julio will receive Marco
after lunch; please tell him this."

	"I'll do; don't worry."

Marco went to Julio's private premises and immediately was introduced to
his rooms. Now that the war was near over, a lot of things needed to be
done and decisions to be taken. The great man had no time to spare, except
for great decisions. As usual, he received Marco in the familiar ways he
always used. He hugged Marco and placed his right arm on the young man's
shoulders.

	"How are you, my child? I have missed you too much and sometimes I
wished I had your presence to take advantage of your precious mind; but I
knew you needed it for a more important task, as healing our soldiers."

	"Thank you sir; but for me the wounded persons have absolute
priority, at least, that was what you told me before this campaign
started."

	"Yes you are right, but now, thanks to everybody's help, and
especially you and your boys, we have reached our goal: The Gauls are now
an essential part of Rome. We'll make new bridges, roads and towns and
we'll set up the basis for a great nation." He then paused and Marco
remained silent, he knew the great man was to ask him a new mission and did
not want to trust on anybody else. He then said: "Marco I have a special
commission for you, and only you; so please, don't try to evade it."

	"I never evaded your orders, sir." Julio giggled satisfied.

	"Yes, you are right. He paused. "You know we have a special
prisoner here in the fortress; still I have had no time to solve any
problem he may have. Vercingetorix is more than a person; he's a symbol,
besides of being the bravest warrior I ever met, therefore for these two
circumstances he needs to be especially treated." Marco wanted to argue,
but Julio raised his hand stopping him. "As he is a symbol, he needs to be
far away from The Gauls, in order to prevent riots or similar events; and
as a great warrior, I must pay him for his braveness." He paused and Marco
said:

	"It is a strange way to consider an enemy as Vercingetorix."

	"Probably; but I must think in Rome's future. Please Marco, you are
especially authorised to agree with him his retirement to Rome, well
understood he will never return to The Gauls. He will be shipped to Rome
and you and the boys will accompany him. He will be at the parade for the
Romans to see. We'll arrange a special accommodation and provide enough
funds for him and his family to live comfortably for the rest of their
lives in Rome. I'll leave the details to you; in fact we have collected
more than enough money here to pay his expenses."

	"Alright sir; I'll talk to him and I'll let you know the final
agreement in due course."

	"I know you don't like the commission; but he and I trust you."
Julio signed a scroll he had already prepared and handled it to Marco, and
then added: "This will be your last job as a military man, not as a friend,
of course. I'll count on you in case Rome needs you again." Both smiled and
Marco left. Some time later he was discussing this problem with his friend
Flavio Cornelius and Dart."

	"I'll accompany you; however, once you start I'll leave you alone."
The following morning, before visiting Vercingetorix, he arranged a new
accommodation for the great warrior and his nearest persons, concubines and
slave servants that were in separated dungeons.  When Marco knew that
Vercingetorix had settled down correctly he went to visit him. He announced
his visit as when he made his presence before any high rank person. A
strong old warrior immediately recognized Marco as the White Druid and bent
his head with respect.

	"Vercingetorix is waiting for you, White Druid; my heart is full of
joy in these terrible times as you come to see us." Marco grinned and
patted the man's old shoulders.

	"Thanks old friend for your warm welcome."

CHAPTER 23

Marco entered into the spacious room and watched the sad man sat near a
large terrace staring at the far forests; a young woman was combing the
man's long hair as he had heard the knocks on the heavy wooden door.

	"Come in, my friend!" Marco approached the big man; Vercingetorix
stood and hugged Marco tenderly. "Thanks for coming and for all of this; I
am not old but I felt as if I were hundred years old. I am tired and fed up
of all of this. Please, White Druid, sit here near me and let's have a nice
chat and some wine as all of these women leave us alone." Marco watched the
man; he could easily enter into his mind and find out what he was engaged
in; but he hated to violate his intimacy. Then he said:

	"Sir, I have been personally commissioned by Julio Caesar to deal
with your future. You may believe it or not, but he is very concerned with
your situation; that's why he has not trusted on anybody of higher rank
to..." Vercingetorix raised his hand as he grinned.

	"You should know by now there is not any person of higher rank than
you in the whole Gauls, so Julio has chosen the right person to deal with
me. He knows me very well; now, please tell me all about..." Marco exposed
Julio ideas respect to the great warrior future. When he finished
Vercingetorix kept a dead silence; after a few minutes he said.

	"In general I agree with him. I deserve to be far away from the
beautiful Gauls, and if I stay here I'll be the origin of many problems,
unless he kills me before. I assume he doesn't like this, therefore only I
want a couple of items to be added." He paused as Marco kept a respectful
silence; then the great warrior said: "First, I don't want to live in the
city of Rome, but in any province or in the countryside in a farm to breed
animals, as my old friend Kurt, your uncle, did; and second, to bring my
son from Britannia. That's all."

	"I don't think there would be any problem. If it is necessary I'll
go personally to fetch the boy."

	"You are very kind, but Worten is a great boy and the person in
charge of his custody can do the job perfectly. However, we'll wait until
everything is over; I don't want him to watch me in the parade and feel
humiliated, though there is not any humiliation in that fact, since I have
fought and defeated without using other weapons than the intelligence,
imagination and the discipline of the Roman forces. I'll send him a letter
explaining everything, therefore, please, as soon as Kist arrives, I'll
dictate him the text; meantime I'll get ready to travel to Rome." Marco
admired that great man and hugged him.

	"Thank you for making my job easy. I'll send Kist here as soon as
he arrives. He is still healing persons in the far North, but soon will be
here."

	"By the way, I would like to hug my old friend and enemy Kurt,
before I leave. I should have taken more seriously his words; therefore I
must apology him for not killing that bastard of Quero."

	"If he is in time, I think he will come to see you without me
telling him."

Four weeks later Doro and Kist arrived within the forces commanded by
Kurt. Needless to say how the boys met, especially the brothers and Marco
with his adopted son. After the effusion of the moment Marco said:

	"Boys, don't make any plans, within one week or two as maximum, all
of us must depart for Rome, those are Julio's orders." The boys cheered up
for the news. Kist then said:

	"Father, I want to know my new family there..." Marco interrupted
him as he placed his right arm on his adopted son's shoulders.

	"The news that I have from my father is that they are yearning to
know you, too.  According to Julio's words, he will enter triumphal in Rome
with a few legions, showing all the glory he had conquered for Rome." Doro
then said:

	"It will be great to see the town and watch the parade headed by
Julio." Marco grinned as he said:

	"Don't worry. You four will have a first class place to watch it."

	"Are they already organizing it, father?"

	"I don't know; most likely his supporters are already working on
this event, but you don't need to care about the organization, since you
will have an important role in it: Julio wants the four of you to escort
him during the parade; you will walk near his horse, so you must determine
your place." The four boys exclaimed at unison.

	"Great!!! Are you sure?" Dart asked.

	"Absolutely; Julio told me to prepare you, therefore within some
days we'll start the trip to Rome."

	"Rome..." Kist murmured for himself. "It is the greatest city in
the world!" Marco then hugged his adopted son tenderly, as he whispered
into his son's ear:

	"We must talk seriously before we start this trip Kist." The boy's
eyes watered as he thought he was into a dream and would wake up in any
moment.

	"I can't believe this, father." Then raising his voice said to the
fours boys:

	"I must tell you that you are not unknown for Rome's people, and
most of them are waiting to know the heroes that had so important roles in
this war and the consequent success."  The boys could not believe what they
were been said. But some time later their young minds adjusted to the new
situation and felt proud of what they had made. That night was a memorable
one; Keel asked permission to stay at home with his friends and he was
granted.  Except Kist, all went to bed excited; they needed some release to
quiet their bodies. Kist stayed sat near Marco who could not take his eyes
from the beautiful blond teenager. "He's even handsomer than when he left;
he's thinner and very tall for his age; his lithe and muscled body make a
great difference with the others, though all of them are in the best of
their young lives.  Their beauty will cause impact on many persons in
Rome." he thought. The boy stared uneasy to his father expecting his
words. Then Marco took the boy's hand and his, and said:

	"Kist, you are now a matured lovely boy; I did not expect you all
changed so much, especially you; now I would say you are a young man, able
to take your own decisions." Kist seemed worried.

	"Father, please, is anything wrong?"

	"No, my son; everything's alright." He paused, and after a few
moments he continued: "Kist, can you realise that it is possible that you
never come back to The Gauls, at least for a long time and as a consequence
to Britannia?" The boy sighed.

	"I assume this, father; but I'll be happy within my new
family. With the time I'll have my own family and want to be near all
persons that I like and love. Britannia is only a place to see or live that
scarcely I can remember; however merely being separated from you will be
the hard part." Marco again hugged his son and said slyly.

	"Now go with the boys, they are missing you after so a long time."
The boy jabbed his father and ran to the large room, where he found Dart
and Keel engaged sucking each other dicks. Kist got naked in seconds and
jumped on the bed near Doro, who was very hard and waiting for
him. Laughing they went into a hard embrace, their mouths sealed, and soon
they were moaning and gasping as they had made many times during the time
they had been together. In such a manner, they loved each other; they had
shared many moments of worries and happiness during those long months in
the war fields; those circumstances had united them as brothers and it
would be very difficult to forget. Soon the four had their sexual releases
and remained in silence involved in their own thoughts. When Marco entered
in the room to say goodnights, he found the boys cuddled into each other
arms and fast asleep. He smiled and went back to his own room. However,
Dart apparently was asleep, but he was not; in silence he left his friends
and went under the Marco's bed covers. For the young man it was not a
surprise, since most likely Dart was aware of the Senate's decree received
just the day before; by this document the four boys had been declared as
majority, therefore as adults, not needing from now on being tutored by
anyone. The lovely and brave now teenager jumped on top of Marco and the
man could not stop the boy kissing him. He then said:

	"I have come to collect my reward, if you still think that I
deserve it." Marco embraced Dart very hard as their mouths again sealed in
a long and passionate kiss.

	"Yes my young lover, you deserve it now and forever. I'm entirely
yours, so please do whatever you want best. Dart had been waiting for this
moment since he was rescued from the slave shop; he deeply loved Marco and
knew he was corresponded. Without saying a word, naked as he was, went to
the kitchen and brought a pot containing olive oil.

	"I want you inside me to confirm you love. I'll never be separated
from you as long as you love me." These words made Marco's eyes to get wet
as he dragged the slender body to him.

	"We'll be lovers forever or until you like being with me, my
beautiful lad. I'll never hide this fact; I'll tell Julio and to anybody
who may want to know it, even to my parents, if you want it." Dart happily
smiled to his master.

	"By now I only need to get used to your lovely cock, even if it
hurts." Marco did not want to stop those moments; he knew how to please
Dart. He turned him over and raised his legs to his shoulders. Dart was not
entirely a virgin since he had made intercourse with Keel and his brother,
but never with an adult. Marco carefully oiled his bum's hole and spread
some of the slippery substance on his hard dick and into the boy's butt.

	"Are you ready, my lover? Dart openly smiled to his man.

	"Yes, I'm ready and wanting your hard tool in me." Marco developed
a special care; he wanted Dart to enjoy right from the first moment; so he
took his dick with his left hand guiding it to the anxious and quivering
hole, placing his other hand on the boy's smooth butt cheeks; he mentally
said some arcane words in order to diminish the boy's pain, at least for
the first few moments. He pushed in and his half manhood entered into the
boy's hole; Dart felt no pain but a little discomfort.

	"Please, stay there for a while; your spell had worked and I don't
feel any pain. It is wonderful, lover!!!" Marco grinned. Then, without
warning, he pulled back and pushed again embedding his dick to the hilt
into Dart's premises. The boy moaned a little, extended his white arms and
dragged his lover to him, tenderly kissing Marco.

	"How do you feel, my boy? Is it alright with you?" Dart had his
eyes closed and his large eyelashes showed his beauty. He smiled to Marco.

	"It is the best thing that ever happened to me. You may not
believe, but I'm close to my orgasm only knowing you are in me. Please
start fucking me; it is really good when your cock touch my magic point."
Marco grinned though he could not believe the boy was close to orgasm, but
Dart was a special boy. He slowly retreated and then pushed back
entirely. From that moment he began to fuck Dart quickly. The boy moaned
loudly, his breath increased, and suddenly Marco noticed how the boy's body
tensed, pulled back, and some seconds later started spurting his small
load, his first shot reached his chin and the second his smooth chest.
Marco thought to stop, though he was very hot and needed to discharge
himself, but he wanted the boy to have a good memory of that moment; that
was his night. Dart noticed the slow motions and stared into his lover's
eyes. Marco understood.

	"Dart, I want you to really enjoy it." The boy chuckled.

	"I want you to enjoy, too. Please don't stop now until I get my
second feeling. I am so happy...!!! Marco renewed his thrusts; only the
noise of the bed was heard. He was very close to his orgasm and observed
Dart tilting his head from side to side on the pillow; both were
sweating. After some time, Marco's body did not obey him and continued
fucking Dart as a rabbit. His muscles hardened and a groan escaped from his
throat as he filled Dart's guts with his large load of thick semen. That
was the instant that Dart had been waiting for, wanted and had dreamed
about from a long time. When he felt Marco's first warm spurt in him, he
wrapped his package, dragging down his dick foreskin, leaving free the
purple dickhead. As Marco continued filling his guts, he yelled in pleasure
as his penis shot his clear semen load, with such a force that it reached
his upper lip and some entered into his mouth. The young teenager collapsed
exhausted; his legs dropped from Marco's shoulders and his arms lay on the
bed as a ragged doll. Marco fall near the boy breathing hard; after some
minutes, he recovered himself and kissed the boy's forehead, but Dart was
fast asleep. He rose from the bed and washed himself; then took a wet cloth
and cleaned the boy's body. He could not but to admire the beauty of his
new lover as he nested the boy into his arms.

The following morning the other three boys woke full of energy and started
playing on the bed, however they noticed Dart's absence; guessed where he
was, but no one mentioned it until they were in the kitchen having a huge
breakfast, as Marco and Dart appeared smiling of happiness.  Before they
could say anything, Dart said:

	"I suppose you know we have been considered majority, and therefore
adults, so we are not under any tutor's authority anymore. Based on this,
Marco and I have decided to be lovers, so we don't need to hide from
you. We hope you understand us. It is something that I have been waiting
for from the moment I met him in the slave trader shop." Doro went to his
brother and hugged him.

	"I knew this would happen any time. I understand it, brother." Kist
watched how his father was pressing his lover's hand and felt like a pang
in his soul; probably it was a bit of jealousy about Dart because he loved
his father beyond any point, but not for sex. They had had it during the
trip to Vercingetorix's. On return he discovered he loved girls and the
smooth skin of his friends, but that strong feeling as Marco being his
father was untouched. Without exploring his son's mind, Marco knew what was
in his mind, so he opened his arms and Kist ran to them. He hided his face
ashamed because he could not stop his tears flowing from his eyes as his
father rubbed his back gently, telling him soothing words. Before any of
the other boys could watch him, he detached from his father and disappeared
thru the house back door; Keel watched how his friend left and went to
fetch him; he had understood. He found him sat down on a dead tree in a
clear of the near forest; he was with his head between his hands, but had
no trace of tears; he sat down near him and placed his left arm on his
friend's shoulders.

	"You should not feel ashamed for weeping, Kist." Keel said. "Your
father loves you more than you can imagine, but differently; probably as
you do to him. Am I right?" Kist turned his sparking blue eyes and stared
at his friend.

	"Yes, you are right, Keel. I don't know what has happened to me. He
has the right to have a lover as I having a girlfriend, if ever happened."
Keel jabbed his friend's waist.

	"I'm not gifted as the twins are, but I am a little bit of a druid,
and I know you will soon find your other half, as I have mine in my
village."

	"Thank you, my friend; I hope you are right; I think I must apology
my father."

	"I don't think you need to do so; without any intention probably he
is reading your thoughts right now; that's what Doro explained me, it
happens between father and son; no mattering whether they are adopted or
physical ones." Kist pulled Keel to the floor and started making ticklish
him; the laughs and yells reached the house, and soon the twins joined them
on the play. They were just boys again!!!.

********************

In Rome everybody was excited, except Pompey's supporters; they were
watching the preparations and how Julio Caesar would enter in Rome
applauded by the Roman people.  Pompey had gone to Spain to unite his
legions, making plans for the future, and now much more, as he had received
the support of the General Labieno; he had been a hero during the Gaul
wars; nevertheless, he shared his views with Pompey about the coming
future. Labieno had been the best of Julio's Generals and left The Gauls
when the campaign ended; he hated Julio, induced by Pompey's friends.

Marcelo, Marco's father, was very busy; he had received a long letter from
his son explaining everything regarding Julio's plans about Vercingetorix;
he had purchased a large farm placed not very far from the city; now Orus'
brother in law that was a builder, has started reforming the large
farmhouse, as well as providing the animals and slaves that the warrior
would handle; everything under Marcelo's supervision.

Marcelo felt tired, he wanted to retire and live comfortably in one of his
large properties, however as a tradition he should appoint a physician to
look after his patients, since Marco would remain in The Gauls; he had the
hope that Kist could fill that gap. Unfortunately he had not any other male
descendant and Julia Patricia, his grand child, would not be accepted for
this task. She had now a great knowledge about medicine and surgery, she
was a brilliant girl and most likely she would carry out this task
successfully within a few years of training; but Roman society was not
inclined to accept a woman as a physician. On the other hand, he had
attended a few of his friends that had received slaves from the North of
The Gauls; these mentioned the "two young druids" that cured many soldiers,
clearly referring to Kist and Doro, though they did not mention the
names. He left his office with these reflections and went to the large
terrace overlooking the near forests. The girl was there waiting for him
with a refreshment made from lemon and honey.

CHAPTER 24

	"How is my beautiful assistant?" The girl liked being called as
that, and not as girl or granddaughter. Marcelo sat down on the chair as he
sipped the sweet liquid.

	"Grandpa, I'm happy because you seem content, too." She sat down on
the floor near her grandfather with her knees under her chin, and her
lovely arms round them. She paused and then asked. "When do you expect Kist
and his friends to arrive?"

	"I don't know my girl; it much depends when they start the trip. It
is a long way from the centre of The Gauls to Rome, probably a month time,
or perhaps more. Why are you asking this?"

	"Well... you are always mentioning my cousin Kist and Uncle Marco,
and I don't know how he is." Marcelo grinned about the girl's
curiosity. Yes, it was true; he really was anxious to receive them. His son
must have changed a lot since he hugged him, for the last time, more than
four years ago, as it had happened to everybody. Julia Patricia was only a
little girl and now she is almost a woman, he thought.

	"How's he? I really don't know. Uncle Marco said in his letters
that Kist is very handsome and good. He's almost a physician, especially in
surgery, since he has performed more operations than most of the well known
physicians living in Rome. I suppose he still need to learn more about
medicine plants. We'll help him, if he wants it, of course." The girl
sighed and his grandfather caressed her hair.

	"You said he has blue eyes as we have in this family. The girls in
the school used to nickname me because of that, as we are rare."

	"Uncle Marco says in his writings that blue eyes are very common in
the North of the Gauls..." The girl interrupted her grandfather.

	"But he is not a Gallic, but an Anglo from Britannia." The girl
blushed as she had gone too far, discovering some of her most intimate
thoughts. She then rose, left her grandpa, and went to her room, lying on
her bed staring at the ceiling. In fact she knew a lot more about Kist: his
braveness; his silky near white hair; and also about a dimple he shows on
his face cheek when he is happy and laughs. Lately she had been dreaming
about many boys of Kist's age, always changing the face, but all of them
with that almost white blond hair; even one night she found herself very
wet down her body. In spite of being alone, she felt how her smooth cheeks
got redder than a beetroot. She sighed again loudly; fortunately no one was
nearby. She had never told anything of this to anybody, except to Lucia,
Orus' sister when she came to see her mother with the little boys. She was
near as old as her sisters, but she was sort and easy talking; she loved
the long walks that they made in the farm with her nine-years-old twin
boys.  She then recalled had also a permanent dimple on her chin; her
grandpa liked to mention it by telling her that Apollo made it during the
night, when she was asleep and was little. After some time fantasying about
her adolescent dreams, she got asleep.

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Marco was collecting some documents that he had to carry to Rome, as Kist
entered with armour and coat of mails shining as light. Only five days had
elapsed from the day he declared his relationship with Dart; he wanted to
talk to his son, though Kist seemed not being affected; but he knew well
the boy.

	"Father, please, tell me if my armour is clean enough for the
parade. It must shine since many persons will stare at me saying: That boy
is Marco Tulio Decio's son!!!" Marco then added.

	"He's the best son of the world!!!" Marco placed aside the armour
and hugged Kist tenderly. The boy reciprocated his father, sat on his lap
and put his arms round Marco's neck, though he was now a tall lad; he
murmured as a pray.

	"I love you, dad." They disentangled as Kist added: "I think I'm
too old and heavy to sit on your lap, but I like it." Jokingly Marco said:

	"You may be too heavy but not enough to avoid being spanked on your
butt cheeks."  The boy giggled and started making ticklish to his father.

Two weeks later the whole group started their trip to Rome together with
three legions that would take part in the parade. Vercingetorix and his
personnel was secretly included with them as a rich merchant, friend of
Julio Caesar; only the legions' commander, Marco and the four boys knew his
existence. Marco and Kist spent many hours talking with the great warrior;
they were the only persons who knew him personally, so he travelled without
any restriction, though closely guarded by a special group of soldiers. One
of those evenings Vercingetorix and Marco were talking.

	"How is Worten, sir? Marco asked. A sad grimace appeared on the
great warrior's face.

	"First of all, I must thank you and the Great Caesar for allowing
me to have flow communication with the boy." He did not mention the word
"son" to prevent possible spying.  After a pause he continued. "I eagerly
want all this being over."

	"Don't worry, it is a question of weeks and everything will be
finished. Following you wish, we have purchased the land, salves and
excellent animals. We hope you like everything; it is not far from my
father's farm."

	"I'm glad to have as neighbour your family; when he comes I expect
Kist to visit us frequently, whenever he has free time."

	"Don't worry sir, I like him and we know each other since many
years." Vercingetorix sighed and smiled as Kist added: "I owe you too much
to forget him."

	"You owe me nothing, young man. You have paid it off more than
enough with your behaviour to the wounded people. As far as I have been
told, you and Diviciaco's son carried out an excellent job without
discriminating anyone."

	"My father taught us to act like a physician, forgetting who the
wounded person was."  The man grinned as he ruffled the boy's near white
hair. When they were to leave, Vercingetorix retained Marco from his arm as
he said:

	"Next time that you come, I'll tell you something important. Don't
forget to remind me about it." He smiled slyly.

	"I'll do sir." Father and son left being a little bit confused. "I
wonder what is in his mind..."

	"You could enter into him and find it out."

	"I would never do that with this man; first because he is a great
person, and second because he probably has been trained to prevent it."
They went to their tent where the twins and Keel were waiting to start the
daily chat about medicine plants. The trip continued, now the expedition
had crossed the high mountains, which separated The Gauls and the Lazio;
they were now in the flat region not far from Rome. The boys and most of
the troops were excited; many of the soldiers would return to The Gauls
with their families to start a new life as landowners; this affected to
those who were veterans and had demonstrate their braveness in the war. The
mix with local inhabitants would result in a new race with strong and
healthy persons; which would reach high prosperity, and far later, a new
powerful nation, as the prophecy had announced many years back.

Marco did not forget Vercingetorix's words, and some days later, as he was
alone with Marco, he told him.

	"Kist is not of your own blood, though he deserves to be; therefore
if you don't have a real son or daughter, The Gauls will lose your
knowledge; isn't that true, Marco?"

	"Yes, you are right, sir; but believe me, I am not worried for
this. Druids have not any future in The Gauls in the long term, yet they
will last still for many years; besides Dart and Doro are powerful
enough. Most likely, Doro will fill this gap when he gets married and have
children."  Vercingetorix grinned, and then said.

	"Do you remember Kobe, the boy that you cured before you did to my
son Worten?"  Before Marco answered the former warrior added: "His father
fought in my forces. During the time after you had been curing my son, from
time to time, he paid some visits to his home and wife. A few months after
your stay in his farm he found his wife was pregnant. He spanked and near
killed her; had not been for Kobe that valiantly stopped his father. The
man died fighting two months later. When your people arrived to hold the
farm, the woman bravely argued that she was your friend and her
one-year-old-boy was your son. The officer in charge immediately assumed
these facts and did not proceed; all on contrary, he encouraged the woman
to apply for more land if she wanted for her sons. She discarded this
telling the officer her family was rich and appreciated Rome." Marco could
not believe what he was hearing, but he admitted what his friend was
telling him.

	"Yes, she was right. On our return we visited the farm to check
Kobe's leg; I observed the signals of pregnancy, but it was normal; she was
a beautiful woman on her late twenties and well educated; she could have
any man she wanted... besides her husband. You cannot forget she was an
Eduo descendant."

	"But she chose you!" Marco nodded.

	"Kist was close to Kobe, even they slept together while I did with
the woman; probably he knows something. I'll ask him." Vercingetorix patted
Marco back as he stood to leave.

	"Don't push your son; he might have strong reasons for not telling
you, assuming he knows it, of course." Marco left involved in his thoughts;
in any case it was good news, after all.  Why she did not tell him on his
return? He asked himself. She did not like the war and shared her father's
opinions regarding Rome ruling their country; most likely the officer who
came to inspect the farm knew more about that family than she
thought. Thinking about all of this, he entered in their tent; the boys,
except Kist, had gone to have a look on their horses that had been a
present from Kurt. They were very proud of the lovely animals; and every
evening two of the boys went to clean and feed all of them. On this day
Keel also joined his friends. Kist was writing a letter on a clean scroll
that Vercingetorix had dictated him. The boy stood and went to meet his
father.

	"I'm writing a letter for the man in Britannia; you know all about
it."

	"Yes son, that's why our man here loves you so much." He paused as
he took an apple from a large tray that the servant had placed on the
collapsible table. "Kist, son, I'm going to ask you a question; you are not
obliged to answer it, if you promised to keep it secret..." The boy stood
something concerned; in general he had not any secret for his father.

	"Dad, as far as I can remember I don't have anything secret with
you..."

	"It doesn't matter. Do you... do you remember about two years ago,
when we returned from curing Worten, if Kobe told you anything regarding
his mother?" Before he could answer, Marco added. "The Great Man has told
me that, at the time, she was pregnant, expecting a baby, who was born
seven months later. A beautiful boy that now is more than one year old. He
is my son." Kist bent his blond-reddish head as he said.

	"Yes, father. But it was a secret that I promised Kobe to keep;
therefore I couldn't tell you. Now there isn't any secret to hide. And yes,
the baby is a lovely one who had started walking a couple of months
ago. When the war was over in the North, on our return home, we stopped for
one night at Kobe's farm, I knew his father had died fighting and I wanted
to express him my condolences. We slept together that night and he told my
all about regarding his father."  He paused recalling his thoughts. "The
man returned four months after our departure and noticed his wife's
pregnancy; starting beating her brutally. Kobe tried to stop him and
received a tremendous blow from his father that threw him on the stoned
floor. Yet he loved his father, but he was furious; then reacted pushing
hard the big man that fell on the floor. Quickly as a light, he took the
man's spear and placed it on his neck telling: "I'll kill you if you
continue beating my mother." The man got white and terribly shocked because
he did not expect such a reaction from a queer boy, as he used to label
him. He murmured something, stood, took his horse and rode away
disappearing thru the forest, followed up by his men. Kobe never saw him
again.  When he related all this to me, he was bitterly crying, advising me
to continue keeping it secret.  Doro also saw the little boy, though he
doesn't know anything about our previous visit." Marco hugged his son.

	"Thanks son. My admiration and pride about you grow immensely every
moment that you are with me; you did very well keeping secret your
promise." Marco then paused and asked.  "Didn't Kobe's mother tell you
anything?"

	"I suppose she knew I was in the secret but said nothing, except at
the moment of the farewell; she hugged me very tight and said "Thanks Kist
for everything", nothing else. Doro was already near the forest and
couldn't hear her."  Both kept silent for a while.

	"Do you know the name of the little boy?"

	"He has a mix name: Martin Marcelo." I know her father was named
Martin, therefore I guess the boy has his grandfathers names in him."

	"Probably you are right. As soon as I return to The Gauls I'll
travel to the North to see and know your brother. Kobe is now partially
your brother and your lover." Kist blushed and smiled in complicity.

The following day Marco dispatched a courier with a short letter for his
father, advising him about their arrival, which would take place during the
afternoon of the fourth day after the letter's date. He wanted everything
to be ready, especially for Vercingetorix.

It was a revolution in his parents' house and in Rome with the arrival of
Julio's legions, speculating about the date he would enter into the great
city. The Tribune of the People and the Senate decreed three days of
holidays to welcome the heroes that had conquered The Gauls for Rome. The
boys were excited enthusiastically wanting to watch the famous city; the
forces stayed at their quarters outside of the walled Rome. Marco led
Vercingetorix and his people to their new home; he thanked him for
everything as an officer welcomed the warrior, setting a guarding up until
Julio decided different.

Marco and the boys continued to their destination, arriving two hours later
at his father's house.  When the horses were detected by a young slave who
had climbed to a tall tree, he made a signal and everybody joined in the
large terrace opposite to the house; a few steps from the flat
garden. Marco knew very well how they welcomed someone who has been absent
for a long time; a few slaves held the horses' reins as Marco dismounted
and ran to hug and kiss his parents, while the four boys remained quiet
standing near the horses.

	"Welcome home, my son!" The man could not retain his tears as they
hugged. But his mother and the rest of the present family was waiting to
hug Marco. Marcelo then stared at the standing boys and immediately
detected Kist that was in the second line. First he hugged the twins, then
to Keel naming and welcomed them; he then stared at the lovely blond that
had his head bent. Marcelo placed his forefinger under Kist's chin and the
boy raised his face; the man said nothing but hugged the Apollo boy very
tight. "Welcome home my boy. Let me introduce you to the rest of our
family." Kist felt how a bump formed in his throat due to the moment
emotion; after awhile he could say:

	"Thanks sir for your undeserved welcome." Marcelo then placed his
two hands on the boy's strong shoulders; and with all the love he could
gather, said staring at the boy's blue eyes:

	"Kist, you are my great son, and I am your grandfather; please
forget the treatment with any of us." Kist blushed, and watched how Marco
was introducing the other boys to everyone.  Marcelo did the same with
Kist. He then took the boy's hand and dragged him to the upper terrace
where he knew the shy girl, Julia Patricia, was near hided. "Kist, Julia is
your strongest supporter in Rome." For the first time, Kist watched the
young and slender girl as a wave of a warm sensation crept thru his body to
his face; strangely the girl felt the same. He watched her little lemon
sized breasts pointing out, the narrow waist, and hips that have started to
get wide; he thought she was probably more advanced in her puberty than he
was. She had two long thick plaits that reached to her bosom, which moved
as she stood and smiled.

	"Julia, this is your cousin Kist Marcelo, of whom we have talked
many times." That even made the girl to flush deeper while Kist had
recovered. As family that they were, kissed each other on the cheeks; Kist
felt something he had never felt before as his lips touched the smooth
white tanned skin; this sensation reached his dick that started to get hard
as he whispered into the girl's ear.

	"Am I so ugly that you hided from me?" The girl stared at the boy
as their two pairs of blue eyes met."

	"No; you aren't, but your eyes are like the snakes' and have
hypnotised me." The ice had been broken, so Kist took her hand and said.

	"Let's go down, I'll introduce you to the bravest and handsomest
boys of The Gauls."  Marcelo smiled slyly as he sighed. They descended to
the ground terrace; all boys stared at the girl that they did not know. He
introduced her to Keel and the twins; Doro took her hand and said:

	"Kist you are very lucky... having such a beautiful cousin." The
girl thanked the compliments as a slave girl said:

	"Let's go upstairs to show your rooms." The boys took their luggage
from the horses as another boy got the animals to the stables. Marco had
instructed the girl how the rooms should be assigned, one for Doro and Keel
and the other for Dart and Kist.

	"I'll see you later at dinner. I think you need a good bath now."
She pointed out to the annex where the bath house was. As she passed near
her cousin she whispered into his ear: "I'll see you tonight at the upper
terrace when the moon is at full." When she left, Doro asked:

	"Kist, what have you done to hypnotise her? She had eyes only for
you." All four laughed loudly. They arranged their clothes as Marco
appeared.

	"How are my boys? I remember you that we all are stinking, so,
quickly, get ready and let's go to the bath-house." Five minutes later the
five were rubbing each other in the large tubs.  They were tired of the
long trip, therefore after dinner the boys went to their respective rooms.
Kist had in mind his encounter with Patricia, as he mentally started
calling her, forgetting her first name was Julia; he knew Dart would leave
him alone and sleep in Marco's bedroom.  Meanwhile Doro and Keel were
getting ready to drift to sleep; they were naked as they stared at each
other and Doro said:

	"We have come back to be together as when we stayed in the forest
with Klara and Lola." The words of Doro made the boys to get hard; Keel
them jumped onto Doro's bed and hugged his friend; this made the boys to
start rubbing their bodies.

	"I can't forget those moments that we spent together; I eagerly
want to get back there..."  Keel stopped him as his lips sealed
Doro's. They were excited, so Keel broke the kiss and got in a 69
position. Some minutes later they enjoyed their little loads. After
recovering their breathings, Keel got his original position near his friend
and both started petting each other gently. Keel then said:

	"You are very lucky, Doro, because once you are there and get a
little older, you will be able to marry and form a family with Klara; she
is very pretty and waiting for you."

	"Well... you could do it, too." Keel smiled sadly.

	"No, Doro. I have learnt to read and write; I have fight near Julio
Caesar and now I can't spoil all of this. My goal was and is to be a good
soldier as Orus is; the great boss is ready to help me, but I need more
experience, get older, and demonstrate I'm good at it. If Lola loves me,
she will wait; she's very young and doesn't need to get married so
soon. I'm sure I'll succeed in my task." They hugged again and cuddled
together; some minutes later they were hard asleep.

In the next room, Dart had left to sleep in Marco's room. Kist was getting
lightly dressed only with a long silky sleeping shirt that reached over his
knees; underneath he wore nothing, as he felt clean. It was very warm
outside; in The Gauls he would have needed extra clothes, but Rome was
wonderful. He had combed his white-yellowish hair that reached to his
temples and seemed a real angel. Silently he climbed the few steps and
entered into the large terrace overseeing the fields planted with olive and
orange trees. The moon was high in the sky and spread his light over the
forests and the houses, as a layer of spit milk. He stopped at the entry
and watched the slim figure standing on the further corner, as his nostrils
were flooded with lovely perfume coming from the forests. Julia Patricia
watched him as he stood for a while watching her; the girl sighed as she
thought: "He is not a boy, but a real angel that has come from the
Olympus." They watched each other for some seconds that seemed ages for
them.  Suddenly, and as a catapult, both ran and went into each other arms
as their lips sealed with a hard kiss.

The girl had no experience at all about love and she did everything just as
her instinct led her; she has never kissed any boy or man, however, she
felt the need to be as close as possible to Kist; to melt her body with
Kist's and create a single one. Kist, more experienced, tried to open her
teeth; she resisted for some seconds, but finally she opened her mouth as
the boy's tongue invaded her cavity. She felt a strong need to explore the
boy's sweet palate and both tongues swirled inside. She had begun trembling
and breathing hard, ignoring what was happening and coming next to her
adventure. She wanted to stop those new sensations, but she could not; she
was strongly attracted to the boy's body as magnetic to iron and noticed
his hard penis trying to perforate their thin clothes directly pushing
against her vagina. Then she felt how her boy kneaded one of her small
breasts softly, tenderly; she should have stopped him, but on contrary, she
was yearning he could rub the other one, too. They forgot the time or the
presence of anyone. Soon a warm sensation grew quickly in her body as an
explosion of colours started in her mind. A muffled yell came from her
throat but she could not let it out because their mouths were sealed. She
noticed her knees buckling as they could not sustain her body, being sure
she would fell on the tiled floor. Kist knew what the girl was feeling and
broke the kiss, placing his arms round her waist and butt cheeks preventing
her to fall. He also was excited as he had felt his dick spurting his small
load against his nightshirt fabric.

They remained quiet, tightly united and in absolute silence without
breaking the hug; the girl's head was resting on Kist's left shoulders, as
he caressed gently her hair that cascaded on her back, as their breathing
was coming to normal. Then they separate a little, watched each other face
and started laughing uncontrollably. Kist stared at her, and giving a peck
on the nose, with all the tenderness he could gather, and said:

	"I immensely love you, my lovely girl!!!" Julia sighed. It was the
first time that a boy declared her his love; she then returned the short
kiss.

	"I love you, too, my Anglo boy." They tenderly kissed again on the
lips, a short kiss of love; and then she took her boy's hand and dragged
him to the comfortable wood bench facing the olive trees fields. Kist
placed his right arm round her shoulders as she tilted her head resting on
the boy's neck and shoulder; her left arm round the boy's waist and the
right one entwined with Kist's left.

End of Part 5.

- To be continued.