Masina reclined and took a bite of apricot.<br/><br/><strong>"The Romans will never gain control, and they will yield to The Daughters."</strong>She declared without antagonism in her tone, the way a mother might instruct a child on how to tie their sandals.<br/><br/>Soft laughter came before the next answer.<strong> "What a poor confused girl you are."</strong><br/><br/>She swung her head and brushed long, rather wild and unkempt waves of dark auburn hair aside.<strong>"They are not my companions; no more than you are. Perhaps I drink to put up with you all."</strong><br/><br/><br/>