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Both were so dirty with thick, black mud as to be almost unrecognisable as human. The taller of the two had blue eyes that seemed unnaturally bright against the cracking, itching mud that plastered him. In his hand, a sling spun lazily, held taut with the weight of a smooth river pebble. I told you the river bed wasn't dry all the way.
He whooped and ran as Gaius scrambled out and set off in pursuit, sling whirring in a disc. The beating they would get at home for ruining their tunics was far away and both boys knew every trick to get out of trouble - all that mattered was charging through the woodland paths at high speed, scaring birds. Both boys were barefoot, already with calluses developing, despite not having seen more than eight summers. It was a mystery to him how Marcus, who had the same number of legs and arms, could yet somehow make them move faster than he could.
In fact, as he was shorter, his stride should have been a little less, surely? The leaves whipped by him, stinging his bare arms. He could hear Marcus taunting him up ahead, close.
Gaius showed his teeth as his lungs began to hurt. Without warning, he broke into a clearing at full pelt and skidded to a sudden, shocked stop.
Marcus was lying on the ground, trying to sit up and holding his head in his right hand. Three men - no, older boys - were standing there, carrying walking staffs. Gaius groaned as he took in his surroundings. The chase had carried the two boys off his father's small estate and into their neighbours' part of the woods.
He should have recognised the track that marked the boundary, but he'd been too caught up in catching Marcus for once. A couple of little mudfish, crawled up out of the river! He was fourteen and killing time before he went into the army. He had the sort of trained muscles the two younger boys hadn't begun to develop.
He had a mop of blond hair over a face speckled with white-headed eruptions that covered his cheeks and forehead, with a sprinkling of angry-looking red ones disappearing under his praetexta tunic. He also had a long straight stick, friends to impress and an afternoon to while away.
Gaius was frightened, knowing he was out of his depth. He and Marcus were trespassing - the best they could expect was a few blows, the worst was a beating with broken bones. He glanced at Marcus and saw him try to stagger to his feet. He'd obviously been belted with something as he ran into the older boys. We'll make our fortune, boys! Grab hold of them, I have a roll of twine for tying up pigs that will do just as well for mudfish.
This wasn't a game - the cruelty of the boys could be managed if they were treated carefully, talked to like scorpions, ready to strike without warning.
The two other boys approached with their staffs held ready. They were both strangers to Gaius. One dragged Marcus to his feet and the other, a hefty, stupid-looking boy, rammed his stick into Gaius' stomach.
He doubled up in agony, unable to speak. He could hear the boy laughing as he cramped and groaned, trying to curl into the pain. Tie their legs together and string them up to swing. We can see who's the best shot with javelins and stones. My father is a proper patrician, not like yours. Your whole family could be his servants if he wanted. I'd make that mad mother of yours scrub the tiles. The thug with the horsehair twine was intent on tying knots at Gaius' feet, ready to hoist him into the air.
What could he say to bargain? His father had no real power in the city. His mother's family had produced a couple of consuls - that was it. Uncle Marius was a powerful man, so his mother said. This fish next,' Tonius said, laughing gleefully. Gaius noted that the two friends followed his orders without question.
It would be pointless trying to appeal to one of them. Gaius groaned. Now they would be killed, he was sure.
Don't mention his spots; you can see he must be sensitive about them. The heavy-set boy paused as he threw the twine over the same branch as Marcus.
Finish stringing that one up, Decius, I'm going to make him bleed a little. He rotated slowly and came round to see Marcus in a similar predicament. His nose was a little bloody from being knocked down the first time. When he'd first come to live with them, the little boy had been naturally nervous and a little small for his age.
Gaius had shown him around the estate and they'd ended up in the hay barn, right at the top of the stacked sheaves. They had looked down at the loose pile far below and Gaius had seen Marcus' hands tremble. Below, he'd looked up at the edge for a few seconds, waiting to see Marcus appear. Just as he'd thought it would never happen, a small figure shot into the air, leaping high.
Gaius had scrambled out of the way as Marcus crashed into the hay, winded and gasping. I just won't. Take your stations and begin the technique, like so. The world went white, then black and when he next opened his eyes everything was spinning as the string twisted.
For a while, he could feel the blows as Suetonius called out, 'One-two-three, one-two-three ,,,' He thought he could hear Marcus crying and then he passed out to the accompaniment of jeers and laughter. He woke and went back under a couple of times in the daylight, but it was dusk when he was finally able to stay conscious. His right eye was a heavy mass of blood and his face felt swollen and caked in stickiness. Let us know about it. Does this product have an incorrect or missing image?
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Is this product missing categories? Add more categories. Review This Product. Welcome to Loot. Checkout Your Cart Price. The Blood of Gods Electronic book text, ePub ed. Julius Caesar has been assassinated. A nation is in mourning. Revenge will be bloody. Rome's great hero Julius Caesar has been brutally murdered by his most trusted allies. While these self-appointed Liberatores seek refuge in the senate, they have underestimated one man: Caesar's adopted son Octavian, a man whose name will echo through history as Augustus Caesar.
Uniting with his great rival Mark Antony, Octavian will stop at nothing to seek retribution from the traitors and avenge his father's death. His greatest hatred is reserved for Brutus, Caesar's childhood friend and greatest ally, now leader of the conspirators.
As the people take to the streets of Rome, the Liberatores must face their fate. Some flee the city; others will not escape mob justice. Not a single one will die a natural death.