He carefully folded the scarf into a loose band and tied it securely about his neck. Marcus felt his spirits rise as he took the scarf. And there’s something else.’ He reached inside his toga to pull out a small silk scarf. ‘What I would have given for a son like you. He placed his hand on Marcus’s shoulder and smiled.
I know what I’m doing.’Īs his companions mounted the steps to find a place to watch the fight, Caesar waited behind. ‘He has the heart of a lion and can strike with the speed of a panther. ‘I know this boy well,’ Caesar countered.
Isn’t he the one who allowed two gang members to kidnap my future daughter-in-law?’ ‘Are you certain about this, Caesar? Our hopes are riding on this boy and, well, he doesn’t look much like a champion gladiator to me. General Pompeius looked over Marcus and sucked in a breath through his teeth. Lupus followed a short distance behind his master and offered Marcus a nervous smile as they approached. Once he had finished he handed the cloak back to Marcus -just as Caesar and his closest political allies strode up. Marcus did as he was told and shivered in the cool air as Festus gently kneaded his shoulders, arms and legs, easing the tension out of the muscles. He took a pot of garlic oil from his leather satchel and poured some into the palm of his hand.
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