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    A Better Time, A Different Time – Tale One: To Each His Own

     
     
    Once they were seated, musicians began playing some
    soft music and everyone began talking again. “Xena this is my
    sister Camilla, Camilla this is Xena,” he introduced Xena to
    his sister who was sitting across from Xena. “It’s nice
    to meet you, Ulysses has told you so many wonderful things about
    you,” Xena said and Camilla grinned at her but the grin
    didn’t reach her eyes. “You as well and I wish I could
    say the same but my brother has barely spoken of you,” she
    said and Ulysses looked at his sister. “Camilla, don’t
    be an irritating brat tonight please,” he said with a grin on
    his face and she looked at him then picked up her glass. “I
    won’t be a brat if you promise not to be an ass,” she
    said as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she took
    a sip of wine. Ulysses raised his hands in a choking manner as he
    looked at his sister, “ooh, I could just choke you
    sometimes,” he said and Camilla was getting ready to say
    something when Marguerite stopped her before she could start.
     
     
    “Please not tonight you two, especially when
    we have a guest at the table,” Marguerite said, nodding her
    head towards Xena and the siblings looked at each other.
    “Fine, I’ll behave if he will,” Camilla said,
    “I always behave,” Ulysses said and Camilla rolled her
    eyes at him and Ulysses shook his head at his sister then looked at
    Xena and grinned. “This is normal,” he said and Xena
    grinned as she nodded, “I see,” she said then looked at
    the servant that walked up next to her. “Wine my lady?”
    She asked and Xena grinned and nodded, “thanks,” she
    said and the servant bowed her head in respect then filled
    Ulysses’ glass next. Everyone talked among themselves while
    they ate some of the appetizers that were brought out, until twenty
    minutes later when dinner was brought out. Xena had to admit that
    so far she was enjoying herself but that was partly because she
    hadn’t met anyone else, she was just getting to know
    Virgil’s parents and Camilla who she got the very distinct
    feeling from, that she didn’t like her.
     
     
    About an hour later when everyone had finished
    their dinner and they were beginning to mingle amongst themselves
    as well as dance on the dance floor, Julian thought it was time to
    announce the reason they all had been brought here. However, before
    he did he leaned over and whispered to Ulysses, “are you and
    Xena ready?” He asked his son and Ulysses looked into his
    father’s eyes, “as ready as we’re ever going to
    be,” he said and Julian nodded as he stood and lightly tapped
    his eating knife against his glass which caused a clanging noise
    and it got everyone’s attention. Once the room was quiet,
    Julian began to speak, “everyone seems to be in good spirits
    tonight so it must be the food,” Julian said and they
    chuckled at him and he grinned as he held his hand up to silence
    them. “I’m sure you are all wondering why my wife and I
    planned such a special dinner,” he said. “We thought it
    was because you needed help eating all this great food,” one
    nobleman said and they all chuckled at him, including Julian.

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