"Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten." – David Ogden Stiers

Albion and his guide Boudicca travelled the short distance to the Iceni tribe quickly. On the way, Boudicca asked questions. "Why are you going to the Iceni tribe?"

"A nation called Rome has attacked and has captured my two of my brothers. Only Alba and I are left and Alba fled back to his country." Albion tried to stop the tears flowing from his eyes.

Boudicca looked at the young nation. "Then why go to the Iceni tribe?"

"The ruler is…was a friend of my father's, Papa Celt."

"Was? Is Celt dead?"

"Yes, I believe Rome killed him." Albion looked down in despair. "Or at least, that is what I was told."

Boudicca's expression changed from caring to fury. "That Roman, this is not the first time he has attacked. Ninety years ago he attacked your mother, Britannia, and killed her."

Albion sighed, "I know. My aunt told me. I was to replace her. But with Erie and Cymru captured and Alba will not look after me. Cymru told me to go to Prasutagus; I hope he will look after me. So I can fight against Rome."

"I am sure he will look after you." Boudicca chuckled. They arrived at the fairly large tribe and Boudicca led Albion towards the biggest tent. "We are here, little Albion."

Albion looked up from the ground to see an un-touched Celtic village. Boudicca walked into the leader's house without knocking and called. "Prasutagus, we have a visitor!"

A man appeared from the next room and kissed Boudicca on the lips and asked. "Who, dear,"

Boudicca pushed Albion towards Prasutagus. "Our Nation has come to warn us of the Romans."

The man, Prasutagus, looked carefully at Albion. "Yes, he is defiantly our new Nation. Celt told me of the young child that came to replace his wife."

Albion looked at Boudicca. Did she know Prasutagus? "Do you know Prasutagus?"

Boudicca nodded and answered. "Yes, I am his wife."

Abion's eyes grew. The wife of his father's friend had helped him get to Prasutagus. Boudicca placed her hands on Albion's shoulder and pulled him close. "Can we keep him? He needs someone to help him. Please."

Prasutagus grinned and ruffled Albion's hair. "Yes, of course we will Boudicca. Although I don't think he will grow much."

Boudicca hugged Albion hard and kissed his cheek. "Can I call you son?"

Albion's eyes lit up. "Yes…mother, father."

Prasutagus and Boudicca both hugged their nation turned son. The first hug of many for the new family.

"The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege." – Charles Kuralt

Note: Boudicca was fourteen when she married Prasutagus who was much older than her, but this was not unusual. Life expectancy was quite low in Celtic times and men usually got themselves younger wives because they could have more children than older ones.