Chapter 6 (motives)

"Will father ever come home to us again." Camillus asked.

Martina dropped her spoon in a bowl of soup, she threw a glance at Camillus who fixed a gaze up to her.

Martina took away her face from little Camillus, he might be five but he is able to discern worry in her mother's face.

"Your father won't be coming home anytime soon." Martina answered.

"But I want father to be with us here." Camillus whined with a tender tone, smacking on her mother's arm softly.

Martina looked at his mowing face,

"it's beyond me, to bring father home" Martina said, whilst rubbing her palm on his head, Camillus folded his little together he had lost his appetite and could only look at his bowl of soup.

After a while....

A gentle knock sounded at their door, it sounded informal to Martina, she guessed a relative could be the one behind the door, Martina left the table and headed to the door, she heard another knock on her way, she went from walking to scurrying, it wouldn't be nice to leave a guest knocking for too long.

Martina drove the door open a little, she put her head into the opening.

Her eyes found Lorenzo standing with a woven basket in his hands.

Martina glanced into the basket, edibles of all kinds were what she saw.

Having seen it was Lorenzo who knocked at the door gave Martina courage to open the doors wide.

"Weren't you the steward from the colloseum?"

Martina wrinkled her forehead, pointing fingers at Lorenzo, she thought they had met before.

"Am glad you remembered." Lorenzo said,

"Thank you a lot for what you did for us that day." Martina clasped her both hands below the belt, acting welcoming before Lorenzo.

"I happened to have known your relationship with Severus that's why I let you in" Lorenzo revealed.

"But why the sudden visit sir, is all well with my husband?" Martina inquired, her eyes bulged, and she stared at Lorenzo eager for a reply from him.

Lorenzo smiled at her, Martina gaped, as though it was the least action she expected form Lorenzo.

"Severus is doing fine, I just felt you needed a visit." Lorenzo explained.

"I could do with a visit, but I least expected you as a visitor.

Come in."

Lorenzo left his umbrella outside, beside the wooden doors of the cottage, when he came in, he hung his coat at hanger beside the door, before moving along the passage behind Martina.

Lorenzo tailed Martina, she lead him to the living room, Camillus was still staring at his bowl of soup, When Lorenzo and Martina entered the living room, the strange visitor caught the attention of Camillus he laid a gaze at him, his eyes went anywhere Lorenzo went.

Lorenzo took a seat before Camillus, Martina left for the kitchen with the woven basket of pastries Lorenzo brought them.

Periodically, Camillus looked both at his bowl of soup, and the strange guest sitting before him, Lorenzo winked each time Camillus looked at him, attempting to amuse him and have him come of his pale appearance.

Camillus still stayed limp, needing more than a wink to make him smile, it sent a message to Lorenzo that his winks were to no avail.

"Hey little guy, how are you doing?"  Lorenzo said.

That while, Camillus eyes were fixed at his bowl, he rolled it up at Lorenzo, waves of fright flushed through Lorenzo, the little boys eyes looked creepy, Lorenzo reclined on his wooden chair, seeming to give up on getting a word from Camillus.

It didn't take long, Martina came back to the living room, with a bowl of boiling soup in her hands, Lorenzo saw the bowl in Martina's hands, he came out of a lean, his gestures showing he would do with a bowl of soup.

Martina dropped the bowl of Minestra d'orzo, a famous but random Italian soup.

"I would love to welcome you with a bowl of soup." Said Martina, she took a sit beside Lorenzo, she watched every spoon of soup Lorenzo put in his mouth, it drove Martina's mind to the days She made Minestra d'orzo for Severus, it was among the soups he loved the most.

Severus's job as a frontier watchman made him come home late at night, Martina always welcomed him home with a bowl of Minestra d'orzo, at times pasta e fagioli.

Lorenzo perceived Martina's eyes were fixed at him, he looked back at her, Martina turned away  very sudden.

"Can I talk to in private." Lorenzo requested.

He noticed how Martina's whole self shivered, she was grabbing her gown firm in hands, and she lacked confidence, reasons for that was unclear to Lorenzo, he thought it may be because she was sitting beside a high ranked steward soldier.

" Son, there is something I want to discuss with our guest, so i need you to go to the room." She said politely.

Camillus did as she ask, without uttering a word, he took crispy steps away from the living room.

"So what is that you wanted to tell me?"