Claudia frowned and shook her head. 'Regrettable. How about Publius? He's the oldest and has always had a level head.'

'Actually, Publius and I may be going to court soon.'

'No! But why?'

'There seems to be some disagreement about the stream that marks the boundary of our two farms. The deed I inherited from Lucius clearly indicates that I have the right to use the stream and anything in the stream as I wish, but Publius recently sent me a letter in which he claims that such rights belong to him exclusively.'

'Oh, dear!'

'The lawyers will sort it out eventually. Meanwhile, yesterday some of my slaves were washing some clothes downstream from some of Publius's slaves, who deliberately stirred up the water so that it was full of mud, which prompted the women, on my side to hurl insults at the women on the opposite bank, until more than insults were hurled. The two foremen finally arrived to stop the altercation, but not until one of my women had been struck on the head by a flying rock’ 'Was she seriously hurt?’

'No, but there was plenty of blood, and the wound will leave a scar. If I had a litigious nature I'd demand that Publius buy me a replacement,'

Claudia slapped her hands on her knees. 'Intolerable! I had no idea that such provocations were being imposed on you, Gordianus. Really, I will have a word with my dear relatives and see if I can't intervene on behalf of good neighbourly relations, not to mention common sense and law and order!'

She was so dramatically outraged that I laughed. 'Your intervention on my behalf would be most appreciated, Claudia.'

'It's the least I can do. Really, constant litigation and neighbourly ill will may be the rule in the city, but here in the country such unpleasantness has no place. Here, all should be tranquillity, fertility, and domesticity, as Lucius himself used to say.'