Two Spies and a General

Copyright © 2008 Richard Andrew Barrs

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5emman Chronicles

CHAPTER 1 Thieves Next Door 1

CHAPTER2 A Trap and a Trip 6

CHAPTER3 Pressed Into Service 11

CHAPTER4 A Lesson In Discretion 18

CHAPTERS Flirting with Death 28

CHAPTER6 City of Circles 37

CHAPTER 7 Circle of Lies 50

CHAPTERS J-Oice From Above 57

CHAPTER9 Bound For the Unknown 65

CHAPTER10 A Hero :s- Cost 71

CHAPTER11 One Hundred Forry-Three Stripes 79

CHAPTER12 Daybreak is a Taskmaster 86

CHAPTER13 Burned 94

CHAPTER14 So Shall It Be Decreed 101

CHAPTER15 A Siege, a Rope and a Wall 109

CHAPTER16 Sacked 118

CHAPTER1 7 Not Yours to Kill 125

CHAPTER18 Vengeance is Blind 134

CHAPTER19 Take Your Oaths Elsewhere 144

CHAPTER20 Turned, Returned and Unplanted 151

CHAPTER21 Across a Frozen River 159

CHAPTER22 Go Back Again 171

CHAPTER23 Snake Bite 180

CHAPTER24 I Am a Free Citizen of Rome 190

CHAPTER25 A Heart Stolen 198

CHAPTER26 If They Fai� �tch Your Back 206

CHAPTER2 7 It Doesn't End Wzth Me 214

CHAPTER28 A Bond That Never Breaks 221

CHAPTER29 In the Hollow of the Sun 227

CHAPTER30 The Blessings of a Father 234

This book isfor Tl!J'father and mother. No words can adequately express my gratitude to themfor helping shape my character and course in life.

In the year 220 B.C., Carthage has regained her prestige among the nations surrounding the Tyrrhenian Sea. The first war with Rome is 20 years past, though the anger lin­ gers. The 10 year indemnity of 2,200 talents a year imposed on Carthage by Rome has been fulfilled with expansion into the Iberian Peninsula by the fiercely patriotic and beloved leader, Hamilcar Barcid. With Hamilcar's death in battle in

228 B.C. his son in law, Hasdrubal, has continued the task of subduing the Iberian lands set in motion 15 years earlier.

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C HA P T E R 1 Thiev es Next D o o r

Blasphemous words passed through the floor reaching two boys awakened by the angry argument below. The voices ceased abruptly and rapid footsteps approached the boy's door which was flung open by a woman still in the bloom of youth. "Quickly boys." She grabbed them before they could utter a sound and rushed them from the house. Clinging to their mother's hands, they followed, their lit­ tle steps attempting to keep up with her hurried pace in the dark streets. Dropping their hands, she stopped abruptly at a door and knocked violently, startling them. Another woman the boys knew well as their mother's old nurse opened the door. She placed them in front of a pile of flax in the middle of the small house and moved to the cor­ ner where she began whispering intently to her nurse. The conversation was brief. Crossing the small room again, she knelt facing them. "Hero, David. You are going to stay with Arishat for a time. Listen to her." She grabbed them both, hugging them tightly. '�ways take care of each other. I love you." Rising, she kissed the top of their heads and turned her wet face quickly away before running from the room.

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"'"'20 years later"'"' The moments passed slowly as Hero waited in almost pe:rfect darkness for the door to open across the street. A household slave stepped outside the building holding a torch as eight more slaves, bearing two sedan chairs, came around the corner of the house and lowered their burdens to the ground. Hero watched in satisfaction as Senator Impotus and Muttunbaal, his wife exited the house and seated themselves in the creaky chairs, departing for their evening of revelries on the backs of their slaves. As soon as the master was out of sight, the torch bearing slave deposited his light and ran down the street toward the same house Hero had watched him travel to every night for the past two weeks. "I wonder where he's going." Hero chuckled as he left his position in the shadows and made his way across the street, springing into the garden adjacent the house. Hero reached behind a tree in the corner of the garden and pushed his hand into the soft dirt pulling a small bag he had placed there a week earlier. Standing, Hero uncoiled the rope wound around his waist and tied one end to the hook he had retrieved from the dirt. He positioned himself under the upper window and threw the hook, pulling a hard test before heaving himself up and over the sill. Hero landed on the stone floor and immediately set to work rifling the Senators desk. Thirty minutes passed when the sound of a willow bird repeated itself three times to Hero's alarm. "They're back already?" He murmured. Quickly grabbing the bag he had been hard at work filling, he walked to the window and tossed it to the ground, sliding down the rope after it. Hero climbed the tree next to the wall and clambered into the dark street.

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"Did you finish?" David asked quickly, helping Hero brush his clothes off. "Don't answer, we need to go, they were entering when you rolled over the wall." Hero retrieved the other two bags David had already hidden in the shadows and proceeded away from the scene when they heard a woman screaming "Thief ! Thief ! Some­ one help!" from the house next door. A man jumped out of an upstairs window, landing hard on the ground while check­ ing both directions. He froze on spotting David and Hero, but quickly collected himself and ran off down a side road as four town watchmen came around the corner at a run. Seeing two men with bags, they shouted, running toward Hero and David. "Curses, they think we're the thief !" Hero said, as in uni­ son they flew in the opposite direction, taking the first side road they crossed. David grinned, "We are." Hero grunted, "I meant the other one. Take the next left!" Hero breathed out, pointing ahead. "Dead end!" David said, running past Hero who turned left. "I know!" Hero yelled as he continued to the end of the muddy passageway and came to a stop. David arrived at the spot as Hero was half way up a small ladder leaning against the roo£ They reached the top as the four town watchmen fol­ lowed after them down the muddy alley. Hero quickly pulled the ladder up to the top of the roof and laughed loudly as the watchmen's voices erupted in oath's of vengeance. The two thieves scrambled over the roof and dropped to the street on the other side, as another group of the town watch saw them running and, hearing the yells of the party they had left behind, immediately gave chase.

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With the renewed pursuit, Hero and David put in more effort, directing their course for the circular harbor ahead. As they came upon several storehouses, David pointed at a couple huge oil vats waiting for delivery. Hero nodded in understanding and scooping a piece of slate that had fallen off a building's roof, he threw it while passing, breaking the clay with a muffied crack. The watchmen rounded the corner, and gave a cry of triumph at their gain. Motivated by an eminent capture, the four increased their speed, hitting the river of oil full stride. The first three went down with a crash. The fourth, being slightly behind the others, attempted to leap over the pile of bodies but only succeeded in getting higher in the air before landing face first on the stone walkway with a loud "Oomph". Hero couldn't resist witnessing the mayhem, giving a loud mocking laugh before disappearing down another side alley. Having lost sight of his brother while breaking the vat, Hero doubled back along the circular harbor and headed to their house which was near the eastern wall, across from the "Theatre of laughter". "David?" Hero called out as he walked in the house. "Here." David replied, sticking his hand out the door of another room to indicate his location. Hero walked into the room and saw his brother washing himself with a cloth and towel. "Oh come now, this can't be happening. You haven't been home a minute and you are already taking a bath?" Hero laughingly teased.

"I can't help it, I like being clean." David gave a half grimace, half grin. Hero's smile faded as he glanced into the basin of bloody water. "What happened?"

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"Nothing heroic, I just scraped my face." David pointed at the long cut on his face. "What happened with those four guys?" He asked, subdy changing the subject. "Those guards of peace and justice?" Hero laughed, remembering their oil dance. "They lost their footing sud­ denly. Streets can be treacherous in the dark!" "I see how you are." David replied, grinning. "Where are the other bags?" Hero asked. David pointed toward the front door. With his bag in hand, Hero picked up David's two bags, dumping the contents on the floor. "What was in the light one? It felt like papers." David asked. "They are certificates of equity hidden in his desk. The one I opened was for 15,000 silver marks." Hero didn't add any emphasis on the amount. "Not much we can do with that." David rose to see for himsel£ "We might as well burn it." The bag swung in Hero's hand. David stacked two pieces of wood in the furnace, saying as he did so, "It's a fitting revenge. Our grandfather kills our father for wealth and we then burn the wealth which is really ours." Hero listened while staring at the wadded parchment. "We should have killed him." A moment passed, "We should kill him." "Not that I am against it, but what if we're caught?" David lit the fire. "I don't like that idea." Hero didn't answer as they both stared into the merrily burning fire, each consumed in their own dark thoughts. "Why waste a good fire? Let's eat." Hero suggested, walk­ ing into the kitchen to prepare their meal.

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"It looks like I'll be taking this little jewel home with me." Hero picked the finely worked bracelet off the table, letting it roll slowly around his finger. "I have it on good authority it is worth twice your offer." "I'll offer one hundred marks, no more." The trader said resolutely, eyeing the bracelet greedily. "Done!" Hero said happily, accepting the offer. "Now, what about this spectacular sapphire? It was removed from its piece by my grandmother ... " Hero realized after he spoke that his fake story was fairly accurate. He glanced at David and noticed that as expected, his bag was almost empty. Hero wondered why his brother enjoyed selling as he returned his attention to the trader with a sigh. The man would offer half its value, Hero would protest and they would finally agree somewhere in between. The game was annoying at best. "Walking around like you are a master tradesman?" Hero scowled at David's fig cakes, "You could have at least gotten me something after all this trading. Where did you get those?" '1\round the corner there's an old lady with them." He licked his fingers and pulled another cloth from behind and offered it to Hero.

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"Brotherly love!" Hero exclaimed, grinning at the sight of the goodies. "Hey, I offered to sell the whole lot." David shrugged, knowing how much his brother despised trade. "Excuse you." David rebuked a passing guard who jos­ tled him in passing. 'jerk." David's gaze froze on the guard. "David?" Hero followed his brother's stare. "What's wrong?" David used his brother as cover and began walking in the opposite direction, "I think he saw me." "Who saw you? The guard?" Hero stepped quickly to catch up with his brother's pace. "I didn't scratch my face last night. I ran into a guard, and he ordered me to stop. I didn't, so he pulled his knife." David pointed at the cut on his face to prove it. "I knocked him out and continued running, but I think he just recog­ nized me." David thumbed the guard behind. "Halt." A guard stood in front of them, having been sig­ naled by the pursuing guard. Sensing they were about to run, he reached for his sword to reinforce the order but Hero was quicker and pushed him into an oncoming apricot cart. The cart tilted and spilled its fruity contents over the road. The farmer cursed the fruit covered watchman for his clumsiness which drew the attention of entire market. Hero didn't wait to see how long the distraction would last but sprinted down the road to the chorus of "Stop them!" A bystander stuck his foot out to trip Hero, but he nimbly jumped the obstacle yelling over his shoulder, "Nice try!" Seeing an open door on the crowded road, David barged in, followed by Hero. They bolted it hurriedly and looked at each other with blank expressions on their face. "OK." David looked around the room.

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Hero pointed at the stairs as he ran and poked his head out the upper window, pleased to see how close the houses were. Pointing again, he ordered "Roo£" David slid his head out, followed by his body and pulled himself onto the roo£ Hero saw the jutting stone David had used and wrapped elbow over the edge. When he pulled his body weight, the stone gave a sickening crack and broke off. Hero franti­ cally grasped for the roof and got a finger full, "Help!" He yelled. David lunged for the edge and grabbed his brother's wrist, heaving with a groan. "Thanks for that." Hero breathlessly peered over the edge where a girl had screamed when the stone hit the pave­ ment. "I wonder if people would pay to watch this sort of thing." David said. Hero smiled and stood shakily. "Watching people run for their lives? Let's jump, you first." He pointed to the next roo£ David chuckled low and sprinted for the edge, leaping the five foot chasm with ease. Hero hesitated, gauging again the distance. Backing a step, he ran and propelled himself with all his strength. He landed several feet past edge to the applause of his brother. "Nice." David said with the outline of a smile playing on his lips. Hero grinned sheepishly, seeing how far he had over­ leapt. "You didn't almost fall from the roof back there!" He scanned the street below to avoid his brother's eyes. "I didn't say anything." David put on an innocent . expression.

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"Right ... " Hero muttered under his breath while check­ ing the other side. "I think we're clear. No one is screaming at least." Hero hung from the edge and slipped into an upper window. David followed with a little more caution; slowly lowering himself down until his feet touched the sill, before crawling in. Proceeding downstairs, they slipped out the back and started winding their way through the streets. "We need to get rid of this today. " Hero shook his bag full of goods. ***

Hero impatiently pounded the door for the third time. "Coming!" a muffied voice called from inside. The door was opened by a round man flushed from the unexpected exercise. He inspected their clothing and opened the door further to allow them in. "There is a tophet honoring Tanit down the road; unless you are here for another reason?" The fat eyed the bags they carried before bringing a basin to wash their feet "Where

are

the

children?"

David

didn't

answer,

"I thought they were kept here." "They are kept near the eastern sea gate." Hero and David exchanged a glance at the mention of the bad part of town. "They are kept well." The man added hurriedly. "Their accommodations are the best we can offer them with our limited means." Another man announced at his entrance. "I am Trabian Humal." He introduced himself. Hero tried not to stare at the white beard which cascaded to the man's knees. "This will help." He handed his bag to the fat man. "Those are several thousand silver marks to be paid over. "

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"Use it wisely." David handed his bag over as well, unin­ tentionally poking the fat man's stomach, or perhaps no so unintentional. "Would you like a drink?" Trabian seemed to glide over the paneled floor to a hidden door which was pushed aside. The walls inside were stunning, seemingly engraved from a single piece of wood. Palm trees towered over Hero with what looked like grapes growing from their leaves. At the very top of every phase of the moon was depicted as it passed through the month. Hero's eyes wandered around the room and realized that the etchings depicted the story of a palm tree's growth. Hero accepted the drink offered by the fat man. "You don't drink?" David asked Trabian. "Nothing fermented." Trabian stood with his back to them. "Know your silver

will

be put to good use." He said

unexpectedly. "Thank you." Hero drained the contents in a single gulp. His mouth puckered to the taste of soured wine. "It's been twenty years since Rome defeated us in Sicily, thanks in no small part to your father." Hero felt a litde unsteady as he and David both rose from their seats. "Our father?" Trabian faced them both holding a knife. Hero raised his hands in defense as his surroundings spun. Trabian lifted the knife and severed his beard at the chin. "Tanit has seen fit to render judgment on his sons. Perhaps you can regain some of your father's honor." Hero felt himself being lowered to the ground from behind as everything went black.

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C HA P T E R 3 Pressed In to Service

Hero's tongue clove to the roof of his mouth when he awoke, reminding him of the previous events, "I'm going to teach him a lesson." Hero mumbled to him­ self and felt the world go tipsy. Falling to his knees, his body attempted to expel the unwelcome substance, but only succeeded in a heaving fit. He tried to stand but the ground lurched again, throwing him to his knees. He sat down hard as a young man around twenty five years old approached with a ladle of water. Hero glanced gratefully at the man's tanned features and mouthed "Thank you" as he swallowed the offering. He was sure he could have drunk a hundred more without satisfying his thirst. "Here," the same man helped him rise; grabbing his shoulders to steady him as Hero almost hit the floor . agrun. "The sickness will pass once you get used to the sea." The man offered in explanation, "Have some more water, then I must go. The storm is getting worse." The man brought another ladle to Hero before nodding his head and heading up the hatch.

As the hatch opened, the air which blew down was refreshing, doing a great deal to help clear Hero's head. "Rotten cabbage?"

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wishing to return to his drugged state. His neck craned seek­ ing the origin of the noxious smell. David moved in the shadows drawing Hero's attention. Anger filled him noticing a gash on the side of his head. Mov­ ing to his side, he placed David's arm over his shoulder and helped him toward the water. Hero ripped part of his tunic and used it to cleanse the gash. David shook off the dizziness before dropping his head into his hands and groaning. "What hapened?" "I saw you go down and tried to get Trabian. I guess what little I did drink, was enough to slow me down." David gri­ maced as he touched his forehead. "How did we get here?" "I don't know. I woke up only a few minutes before you." Hero moved to the hatch ladders and climbed up. A huge gust of wind, followed by a massive deluge of water poured through the hole as they emerged. "Feels good." Hero licked his lips before spitting the salt water out. He could hear David spitting behind him as well. The ship pitched. Hero and David lost their handholds and slid toward the side. A rope-like rail kept them from being flung overboard and they hauled themselves back to their feet seeking a secure support. Attached once more to the rigging they surveyed the chaos

all

around as massive

waves sprayed white foam everywhere. Twenty oarsmen watched their leader as they pulled in unison. "Close thet hat!" Hero heard someone yell in the din. "Close thet hat or I'll kell both a ya before the waves do!" the same person bellowed again. David realized they were the objects of his comments and quickly slammed the hatch closed. Hero identified the man who had yelled- a swarthy man with a raggedy beard and a large hump in his back, giving him an almost hunched look.

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The same man pointed at a rope and yelled with a vol­ ume Hero didn't know was possible, "Pull or I'll have yer hands!" The second command was as successful and Hero and David pulled on the rope with all their might. The humped back man wasn't satisfied, "Tie it off!" Hero took the end and wrapped it around the jutting piece of wood the man was pointing at. "Take a seat and pull for your lives." The swarthy man indicated the rows of oars. Hero and David didn't realize when they sat that they were choosing their seats for what would seem an eternity. ***

A day and night passed before the ship came out the other side of the storm; barely. Both slave and free men grabbed those nearest in relief at their escape from death. Some cried, while others mumbled offerings of thanks to the gods evoked in their time of peril. Mter several hours of rest, the slaves joyfully resumed duties at their oars while the rest of the ship's paid sailors found duties of their own. Hero tracked down the man who had gotten him water and thanked him. "Seems like ages ago." The man answered in reply to Hero's thanks, "My name is Entero." He eyed Hero's clothing, now shrunk by the salt water. "Your clothes pronounce you to be better than a sailor." "We didn't really prepare for this trip." Hero said inspect­ ing his own clothes sorrowfully. "I'm not exactly sure how we got here." "You were dumped below with orders you should be kept tied until reaching sea. I overheard the captain telling his right hand man not to let you out of sight once we hit land. He fully intends to receive the bounty for delivery of

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fresh soldiers." Entero paused for a moment, unsure if he should continue, "They say Senator Impotus is turning the city over for the thieves who robbed him. The captain thinks you know something about it." Entero stopped many ques­ tions hovering on his tongue, "Which is good for you since he doesn't bear good

will

for Impotus. Any other captain

might have thrown you over the side for being the cause of the storm. Several sailors were demanding he do just that." Entero looked as if he wanted to ask them a thousand ques­ tions of his own. Instead he informed them he was going to search for something edible. The brothers instinctively tensed on hearing news that their exploits were known until he had left. David relaxed first. "I like him. And I'm grateful he has manners enough not to ask questions." He observed. "It's interesting that our grandfather is flipping the city on its head hunting for us." A mischievous twinkle came to Hero's eye, "Twenty years he didn't miss us and now that's all he can think about." "You know what they say about politicians . . . " The rest of David's comment was lost as they heard a man cry out, "Land!" followed by a cheer which broke out from the small crowd gathered on the bow of the ship. Hero wormed his way through the sailors and caught sight of the dark outline hanging over the Tyrrhenian Sea. ***

"What do you mean we must report to our officer?" David replied, offended at the brusque manner in which the lumpy backed captain informed them of their destination. '�e we not free citizens of Carthage?" "Yes, you are citizens of Carthage," he paused, "That have committed a great sin against the gods. My ship was

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almost lost because of your crimes." The captain finished, upset at his orders being questioned. He nodded his head, as two poles cracked Hero and David on the back of their heads. Later, Hero's eyes opened as stabs of pain and light made a way into his brain. As the pain slowly subsided to a rhyth­ mic drumming, he spotted David eating at a long table with Entero and another stranger. David, on hearing his brother moving in the straw immediately brought him a skin of Wine. .

"This is starting to get old." Hero said grumpily, accept­ ing the drink with one hand while massaging his scalp with the other. "I'm going to hunt down whoever hits me next and beat their head in." David grimaced on feeling the lump on his brothers head. "My neck kind of hurts too." Hero grabbed his head until the throbbing subsided. "Come get some food." David grasped his shoulder and helped him rise. We have been hearing of your recent battle for life against the elements." A short stocky man said as he bowed slightly in greeting. ':Also," he paused for effect, "The captain that delivered you warned of a dangerous duo of thieves at work in Carthage. But we know how unreliable gossip can be, right Entero?" He finished, smiling at Hero's silence and flurried glance toward David. Hero jumped aside from an attack as the stocky man produced a chicken leg from behind his back and offered it to him, "Your brother has told us nothing. We were hoping wine would loosen his lips, but now you are awake." "Tell me, what is this duo known for? Any tales of heroic scrambles over rooftops?" Hero replied, realizing the

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foolishness, and possible danger, in taking this kind of talk seriously. "No, only the robbery of one of the most hated men in this army. I, of course don't mind saying this, taking you to be a prudent friend." he noticed the blank expression on Hero's face and explained, "Senator Impotus has a long standing feud with the Barcid family, who are devotedly followed here at Quart Hadast, the New Carthage of the West." he added in a quiet tone, "But allow me to introduce myself. My name is Plantonium Gracanius Dramiun." Plantonium smiled at the perplexed expression on Hero's face, "Please, call me Plant." "I am Herotyrus Bemman, possible teller of tall tales, but please, call me Hero." "I'll introduce you to the other men when they return in two days. Entero, I believe you already know." pointing toward Entero. "Come, eat with us, and tell us of more mighty exploits. We don't care if you fabricate them on the fly." Plant said, indicating a seat next to David. Hero relaxed, feeling the next few months wouldn't be entirely unbearable. ***

"Prepare tonight or you'll regret it in the morning. We leave an hour before sunrise." Plant finished his announce­ ment and stepped off the tree stump, "We go under the com­ mand of Hannibal." This last part was added for the benefit of the men. The effect was an immediate flurry of activity as everyone anticipated the action that always followed Hannibal's excursions. "Who do we strike?" Entero yelled over the babbling of . VOICeS.

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"The tribes along the Tagus have risen. Pack light." Plant answered. "Plant prefers to campaign under Therino, who doesn't like to campaign at and believe me, it

all . I served under Hannibal once before will make up for the past six months of

inactivity." Entero commented quietly to Hero while carry­ ing his saddle. "Why would you return to this forsaken land, having the opportunity to stay in Carthage?" David asked from the other side of Entero, not having heard the comments to his brother. "My family wants me in politics in Carthage but my friends are here." Entero nodded his head in farewell as Hero and David placed the saddles next to their horses.

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Hero's foot stepped into a puddle which sprayed his legs with muddy water. "What a nasty morning." Hero vigorously kicked his foot to rid the mud from his toes. "Do you miss home?" David asked abruptly. Hero looked at his brother curiously, "We lived like slaves. Why would I miss that?" "That was behind us." "It was behind us for a year, maybe, before father was killed. Then we were neither slave nor senator's sons. No, I don't miss it at all. Besides, I like the changes that have taken place. I now have to beg for a challenger." "I suppose." David answered quieter, "Though I don't think Plant intended for his drills to inflate your already huge ego." A single torch lit the staging area where two hundred horses were tethered in groups of fifty to the trees. The Syntagma's standard fluttered near the torch, to be raised later above the soldiers whose strength it represented. Hero and David greeted the other men making final adjustments to their gear's weight distribution. The call to mount brought all other activity to a halt, and a pro­ cession of the camp began with Hannibal at its front.

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The next two days they rode through the Iberian sun with few trees to give relief from the heat which bore down relentlessly on the soldiers and their horses. The men were preparing to dismount and rest their mounts when the blast of a strange horn drew their attention to the hill ahead. Hero saw a lone bald man standing on an equally bald hill gestur­ ing defiantly with his sword, disappearing into the trees on the opposite side of the hill. Hannibal ordered the army to advance with all speed, "Let no one escape!" He yelled. His words were repeated down the line until they reached the end sounding something like, "Kill every one of them ruthlessly!" "You'll want to be ruthless." Entero said, confirming the miscommunication from their commander. "From what I understand these barbarians cut the jewels off their con­ quered foes and hang them from their shields as proof of their own manhood." He finished this statement with a saw­ ing motion at his waistline. "That . . . would hurt!" David exclaimed, stating every­ one's thoughts. "I know where I'll be striking." Hero injected to the chuckles of the others. A messenger calling for 'Plantonium' rode down the line, approaching the raised hand of the leader. A low voiced message was imparted. "Look good everyone, it seems we shall be riding directly under Hannibal to the rear of the enemy to cut off survi­ vors." Plant announced after the messenger had ridden off "Perhaps if we impress him, he'll request the transfer of our Syntagma from under Therino," David pondered out loud.

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"Daquero's Syntagma under Hannibal has seen action twice and they've only been assembled a month. I am so tired of Therino's inactivity. Or is it cowardice?" Hero added a little too ardently. "Be careful." David murmured quietly to Hero. Hero glared at David, angry at being rebuked for saying something often talked about amongst themselves in private. On reflection, he realized the advice was good and controlled his tongue. Entero gave Hero a queer look. "You have a grudge against Therino?" Hero grunted, seeking silence to redeem his lack of ear­ lier imprudence. The conversation came to an abrupt conclusion as a horseman brushed past them and placed himself at the head of the column next to Plant. He never turned his head, so Hero didn't get to see what Hannibal looked like; though it occurred to Hero that their conversation may have been overheard. The respect that Hannibal commanded was immediately apparent. The older men loved him for his father's sake, and the younger men had come to love him for his commanding attitude, not to mention his successes. Wearing nothing spe­ cial to separate him from his men, Hannibal wore his com­ mand with an air which distinguished him even in regular armor. His only physical mark of rank was the exceptional horse he rode. Hero watched the general's back disappear and followed the troopers making all speed through the woods. Hero's attention moved to the surroundings where he might very well die. A deep purple flush spread across the Iberian sky as the sun set behind the hill toward which they were riding. The temperature dropped and dusk lengthened which sent an evening chill up Hero's spine.

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"Maybe I'm just afraid." He involuntarily shuddered. The horseman in front of him grunted and slid from his saddle. As he fell to the ground, the spear in his back became noticeable. A lone yell became a chorus as the enemies sur­ rounding shouted oaths of destruction. The dusk receded as the trees ignited and a wall of fire enveloped the columns' right side, trapping them between the hill and the fire. A mass of dark figures stormed them from the hill above and discipline was lost. The fight turned into a melee with every man for himsel£ A wild looking figure ran toward him with raised sword aimed at his legs. Responding instinctively, Hero lifted himself in his saddle and brought his sword down hard on the man's head with a resounding crack. Pulling his sword free, Hero saw his brother surrounded by four men. Hero kicked his horse into motion and trampled two of the attackers, thrusting his sword into the throat of the third, a scrawny fellow more animal than human. David didn't have time to appreciate the help as he was dealing with a mighty fellow wielding a giant two-handed sword. Hero set his horse into motion again, planning to come from behind when a figure launched itself from a tree directly into his chest. The wind was knocked form his as he landed on his back in the dirt. A hairy man hovered over him snarling while reaching for his knife. Hero grabbed the man in a bear hug of iron, pinning the arms to his sides, prevent­ ing the use of his knife. A massive twist brought Hero's foot within reach of his hand. He pulled the knife strapped to his calf and plunged it repeatedly into the man's back. The man's body relaxed as his life escaped. The giant David had been fighting was rushing toward him with a cry. Hero searched quickly for his brother, but the giant's descending sword demanded his attention. Using the ape man as a shield, he shoved the body into the air catching the sword in its flesh with a sickening sound. Hero yanked his

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knife from the back and thrust it into the calf of the giant, pulling hard, cutting the muscle and tendon from knee to foot, freeing it completely from the bone. The giant roared in agony and attempted a last desperate swing while falling helplessly to his knees. As the giant then reached for his knife, Hero grabbed his own sword from the ground and thrust it through before rising. Hero spun as a scream startled him and a body fell past him with a javelin sticking out of his back. "Seems to be a useful knife. If it brought me that kind of luck, I'd pay any price for it." The stranger Hero assumed to be Hannibal commented. Hero noticed that he was one of the last soldiers engaged, but remembering David, he immediately searched for his face among the standing. On not finding it, he began to hunt among the bodies by the light of the still roaring fire. It didn't take long to spot David near his dead horse. His broken body was bleeding heavily from what would be a fatal wound unless bound immediately. Removing his tunic, he tore it into three strips. The first he doubled and placed on the gash, which started deep under the arm pit and went down the length of his chest to his abdomen. The next two strips he wrapped around the entire chest and tied off tightly to staunch the blood. "I need wine!" Hero shouted to no one in particular. Hannibal, who had been watching him work, immedi­ ately went to his horse and removed a leather bottle, handing it to him. Hero drenched the wound and poured a little down David's throat. Hero placed the bottle on the ground without realizing where it had come from. Instead, he cleared the bodies around his brother so he lay flat to slow the blood flow. ***

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The time passed slowly for Hero after making camp that night. He knew his brother would need a miracle to last the arduous two day return. He had broached a plan of creating a second convoy which would carry the wounded on carts to Quart Hadast, but Hannibal pointed out that; 'though they had destroyed the head, they were still surrounded and out­ numbered by the enemy'. During the night, David's heavy blood flow had stopped and Hero became more hopeful. "He looks a lot better today. You need to eat before we head out though." Entero held out a few barley wafers. A drop of dew fell from the leaves overhead and splattered on the doughy surface. "Think he's looking better?" Hero asked with a skeptical eye as he accepted the food. "Blood soaked chest, pale face and weak pulse combined with a condoling friend tends to make me doubt your testimony." Hero smiled weakly. Entero put his hand on Hero's shoulder and slowly walked away, not replying. Hero wasn't left alone long as Plant approached. "How's he doing?" Plant asked, nodding toward David's unconscious form. "Not good. The blood has slowed down but he's lost a lot." David's eyes fluttered open for a second and closed . again. "I heard you were calling down Therino before. How do you feel about batde now?" Plant nodded his head toward David as he finished speaking. "Entero thinks me imprudent, but I still feel the same about his inability to lead. Where is he now?" Hero asked, swinging his head around to indicate Therino was nowhere to be found. "You were complaining about this to Entero?" Plant shook his head, "Therino is his uncle." A horn sounded

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causing Plant to rush off and mount, leaving Hero with that information. Hero grabbed David and placed him on his replacement horse when Entero went to the other side, helping him place David gently. "Thank you." Hero said when David was in his saddle. Entero nodded and ran off with Hero following for his own mount after tying David off with a rope. The next two days were grueling rides as David's wound repeatedly opened afresh. Hero attempted to ride next to his brother and minimize the bleeding, but was often forced to leave and ride in the column. ***

"Mount up! Two thousand angry soldiers are on our trail!" Plant yelled, alerting everyone's vacant expression from where they sat on the ground for a brief reprieve. "How is this possible? We haven't stopped riding since that night, yet they not only catch us, but their numbers increase." One of the soldiers yelled as everyone rose, expect­ ing to see the army ten times their size bearing down on their position. "Follow me!" Plant yelled, gathering the Syntagma. "Hannibal is leading us against them!" Spinning his horse in the direction they had ridden, he kicked it into a gallop. Despondent faces cleared and the men resolutely fol­ lowed Plant, each one confident success would attend them against the overwhelming odds. Hero didn't move David, realizing that with their failure, David's death would occur all the sooner. He ran to his horse and trailed Plant out of the clearing and into the trees. The voices of the enemy got progressively louder as the Carthaginians approached them unawares.

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"Stay together! The other fifty are taking the left." Plant yelled as they rode hard. "The remaining healthy continues to Quart Hadast with the wounded." The unexpected assault surprised the enemy who had been straggling along at their best speed in the hope of a kill. The Carthaginian horsemen trampled the few men who banded together, turning the bad situation into a slaughter as they rode through the horde, cutting down all before them. The two small Carthaginian contingents met in the middle and gave brief chase until their horses' exhaustion forced them to stop. Hero felt compassion for the scattered men, but had continued forward remembering what their own goal had been. "The tables have turned. Such is the way of things." Mter they re-grouped, the ride for Quart Hadast con­ tinued at the same breakneck pace as before since Hannibal felt the need to leave the territory before the enemy could re-gather. Hundreds had been killed at no loss to themselves, but the enemy still outnumbered them five to one. On reaching Quart Hadast's outer wall a day and a half later, Hero could dimly hear cheers in the city as news of their victory spread. The horsemen slowly made their way through the gate, so exhausted that sleep was their only focus. Hero felt himself lifted from his saddle by strong arms and taken to a small square room with straw for him to sleep, which came shortly. His eyes opened to utter darkness several hours later, and on seeing this, closed just as quickly. When he awoke again, it was still dark and his shirt was slightly damp. He slowly rose and stumbled his way to the door. The lever wouldn't budge.

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Pounding the door, Hero yelled for someone's attention to let him out. "What's the problem in there?!" A voice outside the room grumbled. A scrape and a shuffiing of feet as someone rose from a chair preceded the lifting of a bar. Hero pushed the door open and started to walk out when he saw a sol­ dier standing in front of him with a drawn sword barring his way. "What do you want?" The soldier grunted, guarding against any sudden movement. "What do I want?" Hero asked, surprised at everything. "I want to leave." Hero nodded toward the door of the building. "You're under arrest for conspiring with the enemy and spreading malicious rumors about your commanding offi­ cer." The guard answered shortly, looking to have just woken up himsel£ "Treason?! I just returned from the expedition under Hannibal!" Hero exclaimed in surprise. "I'm sorry, but I have received my orders." the guard shuffied Hero into the cell, closing the door behind him. "I don't believe this! How long can they hold me prisoner on these false charges?" Hero paced the once comfortable room in great wroth. Hero wasn't left alone more than fifteen minutes when the door opened to reveal the same guard, holding a large bowl of soup with some meat and bread. "Thought you could use some food. I know it's been a while." the guard placed the food on the ground and prepared to leave again when Hero jumped from his straw, "Please tell me tvvo things!" the guard stepped away in alarm at the sudden movement, but didn't leave. "Thank you." Hero said, knowing he was going out on a limb. "My brother was grievously injured in the fight. Is he

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being cared for?" Hero dared not step fonvard in case the guard took it as a threat and left him. "What is the second?" The guard asked in return. Hero's face fell for a second at not getting an answer. "How long will I be held here?" "You are to be executed at sunrise tomorrow." the guard watched compassionately as Hero staggered against the wall. "Executed for my legitimate comments?" Hero mur­ mured to himself, trying to fathom this harsh reprisal. "What about my brother?" Hero asked, revisiting his original question. "They were planning to execute him with you, but he has contracted a fever and they don't think he'll live long. I am sorry." The guard started to leave the room when Hero took a step fonvard again to stop him. "Why are they going to execute him? He didn't say any­ thing against Therino!" Hero's voice half pleaded, as if the soldier could change the outcome. "New charges have been brought against you for robbery of Senator Impotus." This time the guard escaped the cell, leaving Hero to contemplate the short time left to him.

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A low buzz filtered to Hero's cell taking on a loud hum as the minutes passed. The outer prison door was opened and an agitated voice whispered of the death of Quart Hadast's commander, Hasdrubal. Hero sat in shock, temporarily forgetting his end was not long in coming. With the death of Hasdrubal, a new leader would be chosen. Hero had litde doubt it would be Hannibal, Hasdrubal's brother in law. Hero heard the outer door closed as both guards left the building and he suddenly felt tired. As he curled into the straw, it flashed through his mind that it may be his last sleep. Awakening with a start, Hero glanced at the slowly opening door and realized the latch had wakened him. Hero's eyes squinted at a figure in the door holding a torch. "Hurry, follow me." The shadow said urgendy. Hero still couldn't see the face, but he immediately recognized the voice as Entero's. ':Are you pleased with yourself ?" Hero spat. Entero and Hero both stepped toward each other, though with different reasons. Entero was confused by the hatred on Hero's face, but only replied, "If you or your brother wants to live, follow me."

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Hero's realized he was out of options, "So I can be mur­ dered while trying to escape?" "I don't have time to explain! Come, or you will die any­ ways!" Entero grabbed his tunic and pulled, waving his torch impatiently in an indication he should follow him to the main door. Hero couldn't resist, and followed Entero out of the prison. Hero saw two men shove a third with a hood over his head into the prison building they'd vacated. "Explain yourself !" Hero demanded, stopping in the shadow of a half completed building. "I'm not moving another step. What treachery can you have planned for con­ demning and then saving me?" Entero checked around before venting his frustration. "Why do you say I reported you?" Entero pressed his fin­ ger sharply into Hero's chest. "I didn't say anything, anytime to anyone." Entero's finger poked him two more times to emphasize his point. "Where are you taking me?" Hero asked, not con­ vinced. "To clean you and then your brother." Entero continued walking. "Stay if you want." Hero caught up, agitated in his confusion, "If you didn't report us, who did?" "Plant!" Entero answered shortly. "Why would Plant do that?" Hero asked in astonish­ ment. "He is Therino's younger brother." He answered, avoid­ ing Hero's gaze. "Wait," Hero stopped, and strangely enough, Entero did as well, "Plant told me Therino was your uncle." The flickering torch was dim, but Hero could see the light of understanding in Entero's eyes, "Plant told you

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that?" Entero nodded to himself and began walking again. "What a dirty rat." "Hrumph" Hero grunted in agreement. "Plant and Therino are both my uncles. My mother refused to acknowledge their existence until she died fifteen years ago. She always warned me they were heartless and deceitful, which were traits they got from their father - my grandfather. Plant raised me for the next ten years until I reached the age of manhood, when I was supposed to enter politics, which I angered him by refusing to do. Instead I joined the army, where I have been for five years." The torch waved in tempo with his explanation. "Therino has been trying to curry favor with the soldiers to take control and Plant is his right hand man. That might help you understand their harsh reprisal for your comments." Entero stopped again, '�1 their plans failed tonight. With the murder of Hasrubdal, the leaders unanimously elected Hannibal as his replacement. Are you starting to understand the politics tak­ ing place?'' Entero glanced back before twisting the end of the sputtering torch into the dirt near the river's edge, casting the two into darkness. "Where do you come into the story ?" Hero asked as he stepped into the river and began to remove the blood, sweat and dirt. No answer came from shore; he was alone in the dark. No moon or stars could be seen in the overcast dark­ ness. "Figures . . . " He ruefully said to himsel£ Entero returned a moment later, carry ing a bundle over his shoulder. He chuckled, as though he could read Hero's doubts, and grabbing the old shirt, felt the dry blood, "These might give you away." He dug a hole with a rock, placing the old clothes inside. "I thank you for this." Hero said as Entero tossed the fresh bundle to him. "I understand the sacrifice and only

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hope for the opportunity to repay the debt." Hero drew on the peasant clothes Entero had brought. They weren't the most stylish clothes he had ever worn, but they were clean. "Don't thank me yet, you've only heard half the story." Entero continued after getting a drink of water. "Hannibal heard of your pending execution and attempted to have his brother in law, Hasrubdal, rescind the order, but it couldn't be done because the sentence had already been passed. It was one of the last things Hasrubdal attempted before he was murdered." "So . . . " Hero motioned him on impatiendy. He was a litde flattered their execution had drawn the attention of the leader and Hannibal, himself, had actually tried to have the sentence overturned. "So we found two replacement criminals and named them Hero and David." Entero replied. "Replacements? . . . I'm dead?" He grasped Entero's arm, confused as water dripped from his freshly washed hair. "Entero, am I dead?" Hero asked again. Entero shuffled his feet before answering, "Yes, you will die this morning. Hannibal sent Plant out on some mission so he wouldn't recognize the swap. Therino never saw you . . . " He paused, " . . . so you are dead with witnesses." "What about the guys being executed?! This doesn't seem . . . " "Murderers deserve their fate. There is nothing horrific in what they are to receive." Entero interrupted, sealing the question. "Where is David?" Hero asked, remembering he was involved in this as well. "We heard they were planning his death as well, so, like I said before, we swapped him out as well. He is with a family

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loyal to Hannibal outside the city walls." Entero prodded Hero in that direction. ***

The next several weeks passed slowly for Hero while tending David's wounds. Their re-union was painful for Hero who daily anticipated his passing. On the afternoon of the twelfth day of Hero's vigil, the tide turned, leaving him in a more hopeful state as David's fever broke. The deep gashes in his chest healed quickly after the fever abated and his strength recovered enough to talk. When Hero felt his brother was safe from a relapse, he made plans to thank Han­ nibal personally for his intervention. Being dead, it would require some cunning to work. He sent a local boy into the city to purchase a quantity of black walnuts which were retrieved for a small fee. Hero made a large fire and set a clay pot full of water over the fire until it reached a rolling boil. Placing the walnuts into the hot water, he waited for the water to become light brown. Mov­ ing the pot from the fire with a large stick, he placed it into the small rivulet nearby, immediately cooling it. Putting the clay pot on the fire again, he again waited for the water to boil, turning the water dark brown. He repeated the process several times until it was a very dark brown. Dipping his hand into the murky liquid, he saw with sat­ isfaction that it left him a deep shade of brown. He coated the rest of his body and dipped his head into the dye, mas­ saging his hair to better distribute the calor. He was pleased to see his features were almost un-recognizable in the watery reflection. Hero set out that night for Quart Hadast, hailing the guards to wait so he could enter before they closed the gate for the night. He had considered trying to meet Hannibal on

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the streets, but decided against it, knowing he would be cut down before he could get within ten feet with the heightened security. Hunching his shoulders on nearing his objective, he came out of the shadows toward the main door of Hanni­ bal's residence. He was halted by a Numidian soldier with a thick upper lip ordering him to halt with a curt word and a hand at his hilt. "Wha do you wan?" The black man asked brusquely. "I seek an audience with Hannibal." Hero said plainly, hoping the famous generosity of Hasrubdal's time would be extended in Hannibal's. The black man merely laughed, spitting as he pushed Hero away. "Go find money somewhere else. Beggars aren't accepted here." The man drew his weapon as Hero pressed forward. "Be gone." He repeated, in a warning tone. Hero shuffied off and muttered to himself, "You'll be sorry." making his way down a side street. Doubling back from the opposite direction, he slouched in the shadows comfortably watching the guards patrol the streets, finally slipping into an uncomfortable sleep. He awoke several hours later, tired and grumpy as first light streaked across the sky. He rubbed his arms vigorously since the night had been chilly against the house wall. The docks were the first stop, where a thin rope was purchased which Hero took to his street corner, deposit­ ing it in a convenient hole in a wall. Next, came eight small clay containers and a quantity of oil from the market. The sun was high and hot by the time Hero had collected his final piece, two torches. The afternoon of the second day was spent arranging the individual components of his plan by boring small holes into the clay containers and run­ ning a rope through them which hung on the side of the house.

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"Sometime soon." The sun slipped low on the horizon as Hero considered the coming darkness and the execution of his scheme. Deciding he had enough time, Hero rolled himself into a comfortable position before falling into a deep rest. He awoke with a start, realizing he'd slept later than he wanted. It appeared to be midnight, though the guards were still vigilant. Hero climbed onto the roof of the house opposite Hannibal's. Lighting each of the torches inside the individual containers, Hero climbed from his perch to the road, moving immediately into the shadow of the street. He grabbed both hanging ropes, swung them to the front, ran them under a low bush and tired them to the base of a small tree, creating a trip wire. Hero's stomach clinched. If caught. . . He banished the thought and reminded himself of his debt. Walking reso­ lutely to the middle of the road, he gave a hoarse laugh and shouted loudly, "May the death of Hannibal come soon!" before running into the shadows. The guards gave chase, but he didn't dare look as the expected crash echoed through the cobbled streets behind. Hero raced to the spot in the wall which on earlier recon­ naissance he had discovered was a good place to climb; only daring a peek behind when he had arrived. The clay containers on the roof which had been filled with oil had worked flawlessly and the final container with the lit torches had ignited the oil. The guards had tripped the rope in their chase, causing the containers to crash to the ground, creat­ ing a fire which thoroughly distracted the guards from their pursuit.

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second string of clay containers that fell merely

added to the general confusion. Grinning at the sight, Hero pulled out a cloth covered hook attached to a rope and used it to pull himself over the wall.

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He then snuck into the house and made his way upstairs. The guards inside had run outside on hearing the noise, leaving it empty. At the top, he froze with two corridors and many doors to choose from. The entrance below burst open and several guards ran inside to protect their master. Spot­ ting Hero, they rushed up the stairs. Hero launched himself through the only door with light behind it and immediately tripped, rolling to his back. Three soldiers barreled into the room with swords bared. Hero's wide eyes followed the weap­ ons descent. Hannibal's sword intercepted the blades with a clash which jolted Hero out of his inaction. "I mean no harm." Hero said quickly in Punic, pushing himself away from the guards. "What? You didn't bring the knife?" Hannibal helped him rise with his free hand. The three Nubian guards imme­ diately bowed low,

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signs of hostility evaporating with

Hannibal's expression of friendship. Hero was amazed, and thankful, to find that Hannibal recognized him through the dye. Hero scanned Hannibal's features for signs of displea­ sure. "Was that you making the noise outside? My wife is always on edge about my assassination. I'm sure this will help the matter." Hannibal winked, offering some wine. Hero gratefully accepted, "It seemed the only plausible option. I wanted to thank you for your help several weeks ago. My brother and I are both alive due to your assistance. If there is anything I --," Hero corrected, "we can ever do, it will be done." Hero felt self conscious at the awkward sound­ ing statement. "Sit," Hannibal indicated the chair again, "we'll get to that later. I do like your tan. What did you use?" He asked, "I should ask how you got past my guards?" Hannibal smiled and leaned back in his chair.

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"Well . . . " Hero proceeded to tell Hannibal about his plan with the fire pots, much more comfortable with this line of conversation. ***

"What were you . . . ?" David's voice trailed off. "What happened to you?!" he exclaimed, seeing Hero's new calor the next morning, "and what were you thinking leaving me behind!" he finished before Hero could utter one word of answer or defense. Hero laughed with relief at the wit once more present in his wounded brother. "Walnut juice happened and how did you find out?" Hero rubbed his dark arms unconsciously. "Let's see, someone tries to assassinate Hannibal, the most guarded man in this country . . . Everyone knows about it! Lucilia is the one who told me about it." David exclaimed, referring to their hostess. "She came running in here like a mad woman with the news. She went into town again to glean more information. "What did he say?" The obvious question finally came out of David's mouth. Hero flexed his arms over his head yawning loudly. "I really don't know what you are talking about. I'm fam­ ished." Grinning at his brother's barely suppressed frustra­ tion, Hero entered the small kitchen at the back of the house for something to eat. "Don't make me hurt you." David warned ominously. "He asked about you. Wanted to know how you were." Hero grabbed a pomegranate and a hunk of bread from the larder and spent the next two hours recapping his conversa­ tion with their leader, including Hannibal's future plans and, - when David remembered to ask, - how Hero had broken into his house.

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"Don't deny it was you Hero, I know it without ask­ ing." Entero waved to the brothers in the river as he rode to the bank. "He pretends to come on a mission but he really comes to swim on this fine day." David halted his vigor­ ous strokes against the current. Entero didn't see the plan hatch in David's brain, or the execution of the plan until it was too late. A giant wave of water drenched his back as he dismounted. Entero's didn't move as he surveyed his soaked cloth­ ing. Turning slowly to face the brothers, "Who did . . . ?" Entero's question was cut short as another wave, bigger than the first, caused him to sputter and stop. Entero's stance became combative "You've failed. I'll never join you." but a smile stretched across his thin tanned face. "That actually felt good. It's been so hot recently." He became solemn, "In all seriousness, I do have pressing orders from Hannibal. Rome is attempting to utilize Hasdrubal's death and has sent an envoy to Saguntum." "That's a violation of the treaty with Hasrubal. Ebro River was established as the boundary, and Saguntum is south of the Ebro." Hero was confused. 'fue we at war with Rome?" David asked the obvious question.

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you gather should be given to them. I don't know who it is, so you'll have to find them. I'm also to give you this." Entero dropped a heavy bag onto the ground before mount­ ing again, relaying his last message, "Hannibal wants you to leave tonight. I'll try and come by before with something to wet your throats." He waved and rode in the direction of Quart Hadast. "Let's go." Hero got out of the water and walked across the scraggly grass toward the house. Grabbing the leather bag, he counted the contents with his eyes, whistling softly at the amount of silver it contained. "How much money do you think we should take? Surely not the whole bag." David asked, smoothing the hair from his forehead. "We'll need quite a bit for bribes, but we don't want any greedy people after us either ... they might get hurt." Hero flashed a smile. '� fraction of this should be enough." Night came and Hero and David prepared weapons and clothing for their journey. They had just finished the evening meal when a horse rode furiously into the yard. David rose from the table and walked to the side door, glancing toward Hero as he heard a clash of steel outside. Hero jumped out of his chair grabbing two swords, and tossing one to David, he wrenched the door open. Entero was rapidly retreating toward the opening, holding several soldiers at bay. Hero raced forward, catching the attackers off guard from the side. The first fell with a severed head. The small group paused in their advance at this new threat, but quickly regrouped. "They've made it easier for us!"

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Hero picked up a dead man's knife as an arrow hissed over his head.

A thump and cry followed as the arrow struck

one of the enemy soldiers. Another bellow followed from the direction of the arrow's origin. Hero glanced toward the howl and saw David thrusting his sword into something behind a bush. Hero and Entero pressed aggressively toward the three remaining attackers. Hero blocked a downward swing from the enemy, but was unable to block a feeble swipe by the sec­ ond, which connected with his leg, cutting deep. He bit his tongue, but continued. Another arrow whizzed past Hero, striking the man in the chest. Hero turned to deal with the last of the soldiers, but didn't get a chance, as another arrow from David hit him where he stood and he fell to the ground lifeless. David ran over, tearing his robe into strips. "It's ok . . . " Hero grunted as David tied the strips firmly around his wound, "If he had gotten some more force behind his arm, I'd be worried, but this is only a flesh wound, how­ ever deep it may be." "Yes Hero, these are generally called flesh wounds." David replied. "Who were they?" Hero asked, as Entero joined the two brothers. "I think Plant sent them. I noticed someone was follow­ ing me this afternoon when I visited him." Entero poured some wine, which he had retrieved from the house, onto the wound. "Thanks for coming to warn us. I'd have to say you saved our lives." David said, helping Hero rise and allowing him to lean on his shoulder. Hero tested the weight on his leg and limped around in a circle.

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'�ctually, Hannibal sent me to give you new orders. I didn't think the spy had seen anything so I didn't give him a second's concern." Entero turned a shade redder. "Well, the help was appreciated none the less." Hero said, nodding at the bodies on the ground. "What was so pressing you rode in here like a mad man?" David asked. "Carteia in the south is nearing open revolt. The Durius are also murmuring in the northwest, where the bulk of our army is. Hannibal needs you in the south now to find out who is joining the Carteian's, how many they are, and if you can, to take out their leader." Entero said. "You are to pro­ ceed to Saguntum as planned this evening." He nodded at David. "Won't work." Hero said with a smirk at David when he heard where they were needed. "Oh brother." David sighed, knowing exacdy what Hero was referring to. "What do you mean?'' Entero looked between the brothers. "Our ally the King considered my actions to his daugh­ ter impertinent when they came to Quart Hadast. I can't go to the Carteian's." Hero stated matter-of-facdy. "Ok, but you are going to tell me about it when you return." Entero warned, wagging his finger in Hero's face. "Don't worry; he'll be more than happy to share the story with you." David said in a weary tone, "I've had to hear it coundess times mysel£" "It's not my fault the princess smiled at me." Hero pro­ tested with a meek grin. "I can only tell the truth." "Here are the facts, in the short version. He winked at the princess and he claims she smiled in return. The king saw and got angry. None of this was verified however." David

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nodded his head indicating the end of the story. "Now let me tie another bandage over this. It's going to be tighter." David warned as he ripped several strips of cloth and tied one on the wound, handing the remaining strips to Hero for his journey. "If you had seen her smile, you'd understand. Ow!" Hero groused as David tightened the cloth just a little more than necessary. The three split up after David had moved half of the gold to Hero's horse. ***

Hero spent the next two days making his way north. His wound inflamed during the first day's ride, but Hero con­ tinued on, ignoring the pain. Mter two days of overcast weather, Hero awoke on the third morning to clear skies and moderate temperatures. He didn't enter the city immedi­ ately upon his arrival but used the daylight to scout the outer walls. Saguntum's walls were built atop a U-shaped cliff. The plains below had many fertile, cultivated fields spread­ ing to the horizon, providing much of the commerce that took place in the region. Only the western edge of the cliff gradually sloping to a tree covered knoll. The defenses were the strongest Hero had seen, barring the immeasurably thick walls of Carthage. Hero worked his way up the hill and entered through the main gate, which cast its shadow over the patrolling guards. "I need to learn the dialect, fast." Hero mused as he was greeted by one of the guards. Hero bowed in his saddle, but did not reply. Inside the walls was a spectacle to Hero. The buildings were as varied as they were spectacular and the vari­ ety was only rivaled by the population. Great stone buildings stood alongside intricately carved wooden ones. In contrast,

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the roads were consistent - consistently bad. Deep ruts in the dirt streets made travel slow while the twists and turns in all directions were an unreasoned mess. Some looked like cir­ cles which never met their beginning but only continued to branch into various Y's. He gave up his pathetic navigation attempts and made for the wall which he mounted 1:\vo steps at a time. Once there, it was easy to understand why this city was of strategic value, given its commanding position of the territory and close proximity to the ocean. The surrounding cliffs provided a level of defense for the city better than most walls. Hero returned to the gate and used it as reference to find the market he had seen. Near the market, a cheap rundown inn was found where he unloaded his horse and hid the gold, taking care that no one was looking. Communication was easy since the stable boy understood Punici decently. Hero reflected that it was better David hadn't come. "Languages were never his strength." He snorted derisively at such trivi­ ality as his brother's struggle with languages, considering their current circumstances in this strange land. He left the inn and maneuvered through the busy mar­ ket, stopping to get several herbal remedies for the pain in his leg while attempting to understand the natives. He quickly learned what Arugrion meant when the seller continually repeated it until Hero handed her payment. Further attempts were useless and Hero quickly gave up as they were talking way too fast. He sat down in a small alley with a Y at the end and began rolling the herbs in his fingers. A girl raced from the right and ducked down behind some boxes gasping for air. She spotted Hero and was about to run again when steps approached and she ducked back down. Her eyes pleaded silently for Hero to remain mute.

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"You there?!" A man burst into view and hailed Hero. "Have you seen a girl run past here?" Hero eyed the drunk closely before answering, "That way." He pointed to the left. "Diana blesses you." The man ran in the direction offered. The girl bowed low to Hero and ran back in the direction she had come. Hero continued massaging the leaves until they gave a weedy smell. He pretended they smelled like flowers and stuck them under his tongue. As he did so, the drunk from earlier returned red faced. "Liar!" He snarled, lurching toward Hero. '�n old hag told me no girl passed that way." Hero didn't move though he prepared himself to react to some foolish deed. The drunk approached within a few feet looking to swing. On closer inspection of Hero's muscular form, he got the better of himself and merely snarled loudly followed by a threat. "She'll get extra for your interference." Hero grinned broadly but still didn't speak since his mouth was full. He swallowed the juices and stood. He tow­ ered over the man by a full head. "I'm impressed, little man." Hero pushed the man away by the forehead and chuckled as he tumbled to the ground. Hero left him there and returned to the market area to begin his search for the Roman envoy. Hero hadn't gone far when he felt his tunic lightly tugged. He was surprised to see the girl from earlier. "Thank you." She said quietly, so quietly that she had to repeat herself when he bent closer. "I'll return to Maelton once he has finished for today. He's not so bad then." Hero understood her accent pretty well. It seemed to be a mixture of the local region and that of Quart Hadast

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which Hero understood perfectly. "Maybe you can help me." He displayed a bright silver coin. "I'm looking for the Romans ambassador." "They are somewhat close to where I live." She tripped off quickly down an alley. Hero was again completely lost in the maze of back streets as he followed. "Why were you running earlier?" "He wanted something I refused to give." Her voice cracked, and Hero regretted asking. The girl stopped and pointed across the street to a well built house. "They arrived today. They are very rich." She added as an afterthought. "One last question," Hero grabbed her arm before she could run off, "I am going to need Maelton's help. Do you know where I can find him?" He asked, handing her another silver coin. ':Across from the Temple of Diana, in the shadow of the moon." she ran off after this, leaving a very confused Hero behind. He returned to his purpose and surveyed the Romans house. It was luxurious; there was no doubt about that. Slaves entered and left the back of the house carrying and fetching much fresh vegetables, meats, buts and fruits; the procession was endless. As two Numidian slaves exited, though, Hero's brows rose in surprise. "Prisoners?" Hero murmured to himsel£ The main doors were opened by two slaves and an old frail man dressed in a sumptuous outfit came out and stood, waiting for his transportation to arrive. "These aren't Romans." Hero grunted in frustration at his dull wit. "This is Carthage's envoy . . . . at least I know who it is now."

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Backing into the alleyway, he explored the city, learning a few of the important streets. By dusk, he was thoroughly tired and followed the downhill slope of the city in hopes that it led to his original gate. After fifteen minutes of walk­ ing in circles, daylight was gone and Hero began to worry about ever finding his inn when the road ended in an open court. At first, he thought it was the market from earlier, but a statue of the goddess Diana towered overheard, beckoning her followers into the temple. The moon shone through the clouds, causing Hero to understand what the girl had meant by 'shadow of the moon'. Making his way to the one house entirely cloaked in darkness, Hero knocked loudly. When that went unanswered, he knocked again, and continued to do so until he heard a shuflling of feet inside. The door slowly opened to the girl from the alley. "Is Maelton here?" Hero said, noting the fluid change of her expressions which swung from shock to anxiety, "I would like to see him." "He's out . . . " She began, but was interrupted by his entrance into the main room, in plain sight of Hero. "What can I do for you, oh rich one?" He held the silver coins aloft which Hero had given the girl. Hero glanced uneasily at the girl, who stood straight as a board, holding the latch with an unreadable expression. "This saved her from my insatiable desires tonight. But now that you are here, I can punish both of you for this after­ noon." His slurred words and unsteady gait pronounced him thoroughly drunk. The girl remained motionless as Maelton stumbled to the door and slapped her rear. Her face turned bright red in shame, but he didn't stop. He grabbed her arm and spun her around, trying to kiss her, but she covered her face with her hands.

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Hero's blood curdled at the spectacle. "You disgusting rat!" Hero's lips curled in disdain as his hand gripped the handle of his knife tightly. "I can end this permanently." "You threaten the high priest of Diana?!" Maelton's face became redder than it's already alcohol induced coloring. He aggressively reached for the girl. Hero's anger boiled and he grabbed his wrist and twisted; hard. "I'm not threatening." He followed this with another twist. Maelton gritted his teeth and glared up at Hero from his awkward angle. He yanked a knife from his belt with his free hand and swung. Hero saw the swing, but realized too late he had a knife. "You should watch who you threaten boy." Maelton spat out, grunting with satisfaction at the blood. Hero grabbed the wound at his side, which though bloody was mostly superficial. Maelton had aimed wide causing a deep gash. Hero was ready for the next thrust and grabbed the arm as it swept past. Using his own knife, he swiped at Maelton's hand, slicing the tendon across the top, laying the hand open. Maelton howled with rage at the vicious attack upon his per­ son - forgetting his own sneaky strike. "You'll feel that tomorrow." Hero said, laughing and sucking in sharply at the pain from his stomach. Maelton charged, slamming Hero into a table loaded with clay pitchers which crashed to the ground. Thrust­ ing Maelton away, Hero retreated to recover from the blow to his wound. Maelton kicked a chair out of his way and grabbed a leg which broke off. Using his good hand to swing, he squarely smacked Hero's knife hand, launching the knife across the room. Hero now charged fotward, tackling him. They both tumbled across the floor from the momentum.

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Hero's side erupted in pain again, while Maelton howled as his hand smacked the ground hard. Maelton was the first to recover, being still somewhat immune to pain due to the alcohol. He retrieved his knife, lunging at Hero who rolled in the opposite direction toward his own knife. "We can end this peacefully, just give me the girl and we'll be done. I'll even pay you for your loss." Hero said as they circled each other like dogs. "Wait till morning and I might." Maelton replied, rush­ ing forward again. Hero sidestepped the thrust and slipped his leg in front of Maelton. Maelton went sprawling on the floor, stunned into immobility. Hero placed his knee on the man's extended arm and gently removed the knife from its grip, placing the point on Maelton's throat. "You

will

sell her, I leave you no choice." Hero viewed

Maelton with disgust. Maelton attempted to butt his head into Hero's face, but didn't realize the knife was on his throat. He made a small gurgling sound and collapsed to the ground dead. Hero unremorsefully wiped the blood from his knife onto Mad­ ton's tunic. "Is he dead?" Hero spun at the question. The girl from earlier was standing on the stairs. "That would definitely be considered dead." Hero grimly prodded the body with his foot. "The whole town will want your head," She warned him. "He was the high priest of Diana." Hero frowned as he stared at the body. She shuddered on seeing his blood soaked hands until she noticed the blood coming from his side. She reached out instinctively, touching the wound before quickly pulling

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her hand away and rubbing her fingers together sticky with blood. "Yeah, that hurts." Hero grimaced at the touch. The girl scurried out of the room, returning a moment later with a pail. She dipped the cloth into the water and started to wash the wound until Hero gently took hold of her hand, patted it softly and took the cloth from it. "If you don't mind, I would rather do this mysel£" he stretched the hole in his cloak, gently swabbing at the wound and sucking in at the sting. The girl again reached forward to help, but Hero inter­ cepted her, "I'm fine, just stings a little. Thank you though." He took the cloth and pressed it tightly against the wound, grunting while he tied it firmly in place with another long strip of cloth she brought. "My name is Melsia." she said simply, looking at Hero with more curiosity than before. "I would say good to meet you, but... " Hero pointed at the bandages with a smile. He was glad to see she smiled too. "Hero Bemman." He shortened his name to make it easier on her tongue. Hero leaned sideways in his chair to inspect Maelton's outstretched body while scratching the stubble on his chin. He surveyed the house for something to bury him with, when his eyes rested on the broken pots still sitting on the ground. Going to some sort of ceremonial wash room with a small garden, he proceeded to dig a hole in the sacred ground of Diana for Maelton's body. Hero discovered as he used his makeshift shovel that the ground was much harder than he had anticipated. Mter dig­ ging a hole half the necessary size, he folded the body in half and shoved it down. To reduce the risk of the corpse being found, Hero transplanted a small bush on top of the body.

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Hero had just finished and was heading into the house when Melisa came out and bowed herself before Hero.

"I

have no one. Will you accept my service?" She drew

his thumb over her forehead in a sign of servitude. Hero withdrew his hand quickly, "I cannot accept your pledge, and

I annul your vow."

She did not answer or lift her

eyes from the ground on receiving his rebuke. Hero stopped at the door and began thinking, though he knew he shouldn't. Taking her with him would be the height of folly, but she had no one and her master was dead by his hand. He gave a low growl and grumbled, "Let me search the house, then we can go." He had no plan, and every reason to think it a bad idea, but she was cute and sad and Hero felt bad for her. Rebuk­ ing himself even as he made his decision, he left the small garden. As Hero re-entered the house, Melsia's eyes followed his steps and they filled with tears as she smiled.

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It was a challenging week as Hero adjusted to a woman's presence in his living space. A second room was acquired for Melsia's use from the eager landlord espe­ cially once Hero produced the extra funds. The landlord was less happy the morning after her arrival when he dis­ covered Melsia in his kitchen cooking breakfast, thereby reducing his profits. "I tell you, you must pay me for the use of my kitchen! This is not right; you come in here, take a room in good faith and then trample on my rights as the master of this house." The landlord exclaimed, with great energy, frus­ trated at the bone-headedness of his guest. "You must pay me for the use of my kitchen!" he repeated swinging his arms in an energetic motion. "When I last looked, I couldn't help but notice your inn had no other patron. But to do you justice, I will check again." Hero's gaze circled the room, coming to rest on the landlord. "My first assessment was correct, there are no others." Hero genially smiled at the sweat­ ing bald man before him. The landlord lurched out of the room muttering threats under his breath, stopping at the door to give one last string of oaths at his only guest. Hero's amiable look stayed in place as the landlord disappeared through the door when the expression fell from his face.

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"We need to leave." Hero said, rising from the table to head upstairs. "Do you believe he

will

do something?" Melsia asked

from her seat at the table. "Half the town is still searching for Maelton's murderer. They already know a man my height left the house that night." Hero said, continuing upstairs. Packing their few belongings, Hero made his way through the side streets to a dilapidated house built in the poorest dis­ trict by the city wall. Mter negotiating for its let, he waited till the setting sun before retrieving Melsia after which Hero again entered the streets for his nightly task of spying on the Romans in the heart of the city.

For seven days, Hero had been surveying a two story building across the street. His comfortable viewing platform was a roof opposite, with several cloths providing a cushion between him and the hard roof and an extra to keep off the evening chill. He stared at the only illuminated window across the street. Hero recognized the eldest of the three men in the room as the Consul representing Rome. Beside him rested his trusted assistant who Hero had come to like. Though they often disagreed, he always showed a great deal of respect for the older man. Hero had watched the two argue among them until the younger would defer to the elder. Tonight was different however. He was passionately arguing with the other young man in the room who was a complete stranger to Hero. Mter twenty minutes their voices lowered, which Hero attributed to the elder who also walked to the window and drew a shade across the . operung.

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Hero sat on his haunches, thoughtfully inspecting the now dark opening. Nothing of this sort had happened since he had begun watching. It was normally the usual entrance and exit of city delegates and an occasional messenger. If this was a messenger, it was an entirely different kind. Hero made up his mind and slid down his rope to the street. He waited at the road for an hour before the stranger emerged, bowing to the older man with a triumphant smile. Hero was now thoroughly intrigued by the events and followed, after the door closed. His foot slipped on a huge hole in the street and his ankle rolled. He bit his tongue to control the grunt. When ten minutes had passed and they were still walking, Hero was sure the man ahead was lost. They had passed the statue of Diana three times, each pass going in a different direction. The Roman finally stopped in a shadow and crouched, with Hero several feet behind. The delay didn't last long as he pulled his knife and jumped from his crouched position. An "Oomph" followed and a body fell to the ground. Hero hadn't seen the newcomer until it was too late, but he now knew the Roman's intentions, and they were any­ thing but friendly. He drew his own knife and sprinted on his toes after the Roman, who was now inside the opened door of a nearby house. As Hero lunged for his back, the Roman dodged to one side and another figure unexpectedly appeared at the back of the house. "Who are you?" the new person asked. Hero swung at the Roman again but missed. The Roman ducked again as Hero's knife plunged, grazing an arm instead of the death blow he'd anticipated. "Help! Guards!" The stranger shouted at the top of his lungs and rushed up the stairs.

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Hero's blows continued until his knife connected solidly with his elusive adversary. He then drew close and dealt a final stroke; the body relaxed in his hands. Steps outside neared as the other man's cry was answered and Hero edged behind the door. Three guards sprinted through the front entry looking wildly for a threat in the dark rooms. When none showed, they charged upstairs.

As the last disappeared from view, Hero slipped into the street and ran as fast as he could toward the statue where torches were kept burning night and day. Panting, Hero con­ sidered his next destination. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins and his thoughts chaotically followed each other. His feet decided for him as they made in the direction of the Carthaginian representative. The slave opened the door to his knock, and observing Hero's bloody appearance, immediately closed the door.

"I

must speak with your master.

I

come with a message

from Hannibal." The servant either didn't understand, or didn't want to for he closed the door anyway. Hero angrily kicked the door with his foot and paced in front of the house. The slave returned moments later and led him to his master, Senator Miro. "You come with a message from Hannibal? Be quick,

I

was preparing for sleep."

"I

bear no specific message.

I

was tasked with gaining

information about the Romans and their plans here. Tonight they tried to kill some man.

I was

able to stop it, but killed

the Roman in the process." Hero accepted the offered seat gratefully. "You stopped it?" The old man's frail knuckles turned white from gripping his knees. Mter a few moments he

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relaxed, "The Senate is going to vote on the Roman offer in three days. This was the second attempt. The last was poison which also failed. Rufius!" The senator's servant appeared with his cloak, anticipating his master's desires. "Have Palios accompany me. Where can I find you?" The senator turned once more to Hero as he settled the cloak more comfortably across his shoulders. "I'm in the shadow district, third house from the water gate against the wall." Hero replied, preparing to leave. "Please, whistle three times before coming to announce yoursel£" "You should wash your face, it's covered in blood." The old man bowed his head in appreciation before exiting the room. Hero followed the Senator out of the mansion in deep reflection and retraced his steps to the dilapidated house. He took a seat outside as his nerves were still on edge. He breathed deep the night air and began scraping the blood from his face. Mter a few minutes, he felt the tension drain, and in a much calmer frame of mind he approached his house. As Hero stepped softly through the door, Melsia was sitting by the fireplace humming. On seeing Hero's ripped tunic covered in blood, her eyes flew wide in alarm and she rushed across the room to a pot of water babbling, "What happened to you?! First the stab you received from Maelton and now this!" Hero surveyed his tunic by the light of the fire, "It's noth­ ing, just some blood." "What happened?" She asked fluttering like a bird, dis­ concerted at the prospect of more injuries. "The Romans tried to kill a local politician. I was following and killed the assassin." Hero's voice trailed off.

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Melsia stirred the soup on the fire, ladling a large helping into a bowl and placing it before Hero before moving to get him a drink. Hero stared down into the bowl as he recounted the night's events to Melsia. "The town watches have been actively patrolling the streets all evening. They redoubled their searched for Mael­ ton's murderer. A bird fell dead into the palm of Diana this morning and the new high priest is saying it signifies the death or capture of the murderer." Melsia informed him. "Really? That's fascinating" Hero replied distractedly. "I think I'll hang a cat from it tomorrow. That'll really stir them up." "If they only knew Maelton accepted gold from the Romans. That would clear your name in an instant." Melsia said, pacing the room. "Selling spiritual favors that would influence the political process. Even the pirates don't do that." "Really? Now that is interesting." Hero voice reflected his interest and the change made Melsia laugh. "So you are listening." "I believe that is the first time I've heard you laugh." Hero smiled at the bubbly laughter. Her cheeks suffused with calor as her laughter became a blush, "Well I'm glad." Hero resumed the conversation, oblivious to her inter­ pretation, "I've dealt Rome two grievous injuries. The end­ less murders are sickening." He threw the bloody rag onto the table. Melsia pushed

the

rag into

a

bucket

and

repri­

manded, "What you did . . . was not the same as what they planned." Hero tapped his fingers one-by-one on the table, focusing on the sound. "He didn't even see me coming. Well, he kind

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of heard me when I missed. . . but I chased after him and kept swinging till I got him." Melsia grabbed his fingers and stilled their tapping. "I know what you did was right, because of what you did for me. Is there really that much of a difference between a knife in the back and a knife in the chest? They both

kill and the

reason will be the same either way." Hero buffed in amusement, "That's technically true." He then noticed her holding his fingers and pulled his hand free. "There is a difference. I just don't know what." A knock at the door interrupted followed by three whis­ des. Hero motioned her into a dark corner. "Go into the shadows. I don't want them to see you." Hero walked to the door and waited until she disappeared. He opened the door to three men and everything went dark as something crashed into his skull.

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Light and pain were Hero's unwelcome greeting on coming to consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes before everything went black again as another club descended. "Ugh." As awareness returned, Hero was grateful for the muted lighting. Remembering his previous awak­ ening experience, he kept his eyes closed until his head cleared. He dared a peek, as something came down on his head . . . and darkness - again. "I am going to

kill

that person." Hero comforted

himself as his mind slowly wrestled its way into life. He didn't dare open his eyes, lest his brain become perma­ nently damaged. Mter listening intently for several min­ utes, Hero determined he was alone. "Wherever I am," He reached forward, peering through the darkness as he felt his surroundings. "I must be underground." The coolness helped his pounding head. He rose and circled the room, occasion­ ally feeling the moist walls until he noticed a small grill in the ceiling through which a slight breeze blew. Dragging the table under the grill, Hero reached but could only get his hands within a foot of the grill. He jumped, grab­ bing the bars and hung. There was no weakness. Hero's body dropped from the bars in discouragement. Sitting

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on the edge of the table, he considered that everything tak­ ing place might be his imagination. The sound of his name above didn't help, except the voice was persistent, familiar and not at

all god-like.

"David?" Leaping onto the table, Hero grabbed for the bars again, and jammed his fingers. "David?" Hero whis­ pered through the grate. "Hero?" David's voice showed he could hear him clearly. "Look for a hole in the ground, a grill of sorts. I don't know how big it is on the surface." Hero said, furtively sur­ veying the door to his room. David's searching face appeared at the hole, with relief evident on his features. "It's good to see you. Melsia told me where they had taken you, but the Senator later nearly con­ vinced me you were murdered." David said. Hero noted his brother's haggard face, "You found Mel­ sia?" he asked quickly. "No, she found me. It seems we look alike from behind." David smiled thinly. "Who died?" Hero asked quickly. David gave his brother a quizzical frown, "Guius was murdered three nights ago while convening with Senator Miro. Miro and his guard fought the attackers, but not before Guius was killed. What do you know about it?" David asked, his face coming closer to the grill. Hearing voices nearby, David started to stand, "People are coming. I'll be back at midnight tonight with tools." '�sk Melsia, she knows everything that happened that night. I told her right before they came . . . don't trust Miro." Hero said urgently. Reaching through the bars, David gripped a couple of Hero's fingers before disappearing from sight. Hero

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jumped to the floor and leaned against the wall, giving an audible sigh of relief. With the ebbing concern for his own safety, thoughts of revenge raced to the forefront of his mind. "Miro had betrayed him to the Romans. How else did they known to whistle." Hero replayed the previous night's circumstances, "Make that, three nights ago," He cor­ rected himself. "They'll be sorry," He smiled grimly at the thought. A plank was lifted from the door while Hero planned his revenge. A bald stocky man entered the room with his sword drawn. "Get up." he snarled, walking to where Hero was sit­ ting against the wall. When Hero didn't follow his orders fast enough, he kicked him in the leg, grabbing him by the hair, propelling him toward the door. "Where are . . . " Hero started to ask when something hard crashed into his head. He bit down hard on his tongue as he fell to the ground. Dazed, Hero only had time to ask "again?" before everything went black. Hero came to his senses to the sound of creaking wheels and a bone-rattling jostle which caused sharp bursts of pain that made him long for his former senselessness. Reaching forward slowly, his hand came up short against a wall of wood. Walls of wood on all sides told him he was inside of a wooden crate. Pushing against the top with all his strength, he felt no give. His stomach clenched on the thought of being buried alive. The journey was short and Hero waited to be dropped into a hole or off a cliff. Instead there was af prying sound and the top rose. "Get up." the same bald man with the same club ordered.

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Three shadowy figures were dimly backlit by the over­ cast night. A beam of moonlight broke through as the cloud covering its face drifted away but another slipped across to replace it and the light disappeared. "Let's go. Baldy said, walking toward a clump of trees. Hero followed, hearing neighing horses ahead. It didn't take long to reach the source of the noise. The men stopped only long enough to bind three of the beasts together. They shoved Hero on the middle one, tying his legs beneath. From there, the pace was swift with the riders only stopping when it was necessary for the horses rest. They had been riding for several hours when pain ripped through Hero's abdomen. He could feel blood oozing from the re-opened stab wound. Tearing a strip of cloth from his tunic, he folded it into several pieces and placed it over the wound, pressing firmly. The ride continued throughout the night until Hero could hear the surf of the sea. They stopped on the shore, and the bald leader dismounted and lit a torch. Waving the torch slowly in the air two times, he raised it up and down quickly. Mter repeating this motion several times, a light out on the water answered with the same motions. small boat rowed ashore a later with a crew of six. A tall well built man came ashore and approached the bald brute, "Celer impendium." he said, dropping a small bag of coin into the hand of the other. The bald man counted the coin before leading him directly to Hero, who had been dragged from his mount. Hero stood still as the sailor circled him completely and came to a stop in front. The man spotted Hero's hand pro­ tectively holding his wound and pulled it away. An aggressive conversation began, with Baldy grabbing Hero's hand and A

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removing it from his bleeding wound. He grudgingly pulled out the coin bag, handing two coins to the sailor. Both men satisfied, Hero was hustled toward the small boat while the two leaders bade farewell and the tall man boarded. Resistance was pointless with six sailors surrounding him. As the larger vessel came into view, Hero inspected its lines. It was clearly of Carthaginian origin based on how it rode with both ends rising out of the water. It was an old ship to be sure, the new crew having scraped off all Phoenician sym­ bols replacing them with an impressive carving of Poseidon on the main sail. Once on board, Hero was placed on the outer seat of double banked oars near the front of the ship. Bronze fet­ ters were placed around his feet as a man approached with several strips of cloth. He placed one of them over Hero's wound and tied it off tightly. Done securing and patching the prisoner, Hero was left on his own to consider the difference one day could make. "Where did they capture you from?" a withered man asked quietly, leaning forward. "It's good to hear the native language." Hero said, spin­ ning in his seat. A whip flashed, lashing Hero's back, causing him to arc in pain. Facing ahead again, Hero was just in time to see the whip descending on his arm. A black rage overshadowed his pain which completely consumed him as Hero read the plea­ sure on the scrawny slave-driver's face. Hero was prepared for the third, and grabbing the whip with both hands, he pulled, ripping it from the man's grasp. Complete silence descended on upper level of the ship as the other rowers peered into the darkness. Hero coiled the whip and dropped it over the side of the ship as several of

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the nearby rowers laughed. The slave driver's expression was invisible in the shadows, but his silence didn't bode well for Hero. The captain entered from the lower levels, unobserved by the slave driver or the crew. The Captain motioned his officers to be still and await the outcome. Hero couldn't stop, he was dead either way. One of the slaves muttered "coda" to the quiet laughter of the others. The slaver pulled his knife and stepped out of the shadows toward the man who spoke, his blade raised to deliver the blow. Hero grabbed the arm, swinging him in a circle. The man wrenched his wrist free, backing out of the reach of Hero's shackles. With a lunge, his blade sought Hero's chest. Hero twisted nimbly, grabbing the arm with both hands and wrenched backwards sharply at the wrist, while shoving the knife into its owner's chest. The body fell to the deck lifeless. Hero sat abruptly, ignoring the watching captain and the body at his feet. He didn't dare move his head, but waited for the captains wrath to descend. Two of the slaves shuffied to the body and threw it over the side where it landed with a loud splash. He heard several chuckles from the surround­ ing men, as the two slaves got one last chance to disrespect the man. Hero anticipated a hasty execution and the same watery grave treatment, when the captain approached, but the captain continued past to the head of the ship, giving orders to cast off. Hero's heard a man behind him whisper quietly, "Every­ one hated that man." "Why?" Hero asked quietly, cautiously cocking his head. "I wouldn't be surprised if the captain gave you a reward for ridding him of the devil." He said spitting after the body to emphasize his distaste. "Did he get you?"

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Hero faced the man on hearing the question. "What do you mean?" Following the man's eyes, Hero noticed a new puddle of blood at his feet. "Couldn't twist quickly enough." Hero muttered out loud, as he shifted his previous bandages to cover the new slice in his side. "Can't miss them all," the man across the aisle from Hero said in reply. "Though, it looks as though you've had more trouble than most in the recent past." the man nodded toward Hero's stomach. "My name is Savero Dikanto." Savero bowed his head in greeting. Hero nodded in greeting while working on his bandages, introducing himself after finishing his task. "You are the son of Senator Bemman!" Savero bowed his head lower in respect, "He is the one politician in Car­ thage who truly fights for her people.

"I

I am honored."

thank you for your words. He was murdered several

years ago." Hero bowed his own head in honor of the dead. "Carthage has lost its best hope." Savero finished before becoming silent. Because of his deliverance regarding the slave driver, Hero was assured a helping hand from the crew, as far as the shackles would allow. Food was distributed throughout the ship before depar­ ture. Hero was surprised he had been dealt a double portion of wine. Catching the captain's eye, he nodded his head in thanks. '�d there is the reward." Savero eyed the cup's con­ tents. "Why are we starting in the middle of the night?" Hero asked, leaning closer to Savero.

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"It's a considerate thing the Captain does when possible. It allows us to row in the cool of the night instead of the heat of the sun. The pounding heat and sweat dripping into your eyes causes the most patient of us to cry out in hate." Savero replied, his dried face crinkling at the remembrance. "None of my previous owners were ever as considerate, and I've been in chains ten years."

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Several weeks passed and Hero became very famil­ iar with the workings of the ship. Gambling that the Captain was a generous man who would reward extra effort, Hero made sure to be the first to respond to an order. The officers on the ship noticed this and placed him in charge of the more difficult tasks. Hero was pleased that his plan was working, though not quite as he had hoped. He was not sure if it was a positive sign, but he persevered. With all the extra work though, his old wound contin­ ued to trouble him. Sometimes it would scab over, only to break open and begin bleeding again. He attended to it as best he could, and was glad that the second cut from the slaver hadn't decided to give him the same trouble, but had healed quickly. ***

"Hero, bring your two best. We are going over." Cap­ tain Meno called from the bow of the ship. Motioning to Savero and another man named Tal­ nia, Hero and his men joined Captain Meno in boarding a small skiff. The three expressed surprise as they were handed knives to gird under their clothing. They then

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rowed toward another vessel three hundred yards distant which had approached during the night. Hero examined the captain's expression and demeanor for nervousness, but could find no sign other than arming them. It was a puzzle; Hero glanced down at the blade, which insured he keep his eyes open during this excursion. Hero caught Tania's eye, realizing the same thoughts were running through his mind as well. "Don't allow anyone to wreck our skiff. He won't

kill us

on his ship. Even this man fears the wrath of the gods." The Captain pointed down at the skiff as they drew near the ves­ sel. "Nothing comes near it. Understood?" "Yes sir," Hero replied for the three. "Though how are we supposed to cover the oar ports? They'll be below our vision." The Captains brow clouded for a second "We'll board from the stern," He said, pointing toward the broad end of the ship. "Sabotage is still possible, but harder." They were within earshot as a ladder was lowered over the side of the ship. "Put it on the stern." The Captain Meno called out to ship. '1\lways cautious, always cautious," A large burly man laughed with gusto as he replied and joined his men at the new ladder location. "With you, always." Captain Meno replied, nimbly climbing the moved rope ladder. Hero followed and was soon on deck examining the strange ship and its woodwork with distaste. There were carvings on every plank on the ship. Prayers, names, faces; anything and everything was etched into the timber. Savero and Talnia clambered onto the deck, and all three stood around the ladder, blocking access to the

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boat. The two Captains were at the bow of the ship talking earnestly. "The gods have sent this weather against us. You should have prayed this morning for better weather. This is all your fault." Talnia said, wiping his brow with his hand. "Save your disrespect for the god's for when I am not around." Savero replied viciously, "I won't stand to hear it." '1\hh, so you would like to fight on their behalf?" Talnia smirked. Savero bared his teeth and his huge fists balled menac­ ingly. "Cease!" Hero whispered harshly. "Talnia, it's foolish for you to needle him at a time like this, you want a blade in your back? Savero, it's just as foolish to fall for his provoking, yet again." Hero spoke quickly in order to keep them from com­ ing to blows. The sentence had barely left his mouth when a servant approached offering water. "Well, here is to more 'situations like this'." Talnia grabbed the pitcher and pretended to drink all its contents. "You should ask the god's permission." Talnia joked and the anger again mounted in Savero's face. Talnia quickly offered the drink. 'just playing, here you go," He knelt before Savero holding the clay vessel before him. "That's more like it." Savero growled, taking the vessel, "You'll regret you're mocking one of these days." ***

Hero lost interest in the argument; staring instead at the Captains who were talking over a map spread in front of them. Meno tossed a bag of coin onto the table, which Hero took as an indication the meeting was coming to a conclusion.

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The burly man opened the neck of the bag, pouring the contents onto the table. His head rose a moment later, his countenance clearly displeased. Voices soon rose and Hero strained to hear. " . . . What do you . . . " " . . . Told you everything . . . " •

•

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"-T. IOU

owe me . . .

"

"

As he listened, Hero spied a heavily scarred man carry­ ing a naked sword creep from below deck, feet from where Hero was standing. A crew member halted the man's prog­ ress toward the front of the ship by the arm. "Control yoursel£ The Captain will have your head for this, Jamset." The man harshly warned the one with the sword. Jamset was oblivious to the warning and pushed the other aside, continuing toward where Captain Meno and the other captain were standing. Hero didn't move, his eyes following the man's progress, until he was within a couple feet of the table. Rushing forward, Hero cried out, "Stop him!" The man glanced behind, alarmed at the cry from behind. With a shout of desperation, he dashed toward the table with uplifted sword. Hurdling across the deck, Hero tackled him to the deck. He savagely yanked the man's hair, laying his knife against the man's exposed neck. "Go ahead." The man sneered, trying to face Hero. Hero moved the knife to the man's groin, wiping the sneer from his face. "You!" Captain Meno exclaimed on seeing the man's face. Proffering to the larger Captain another, smaller bag of gold he exclaimed, "I will give you the difference for his life.

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The other captain walked to the scowling man and squat­ ted in front of him, staring him in the eye. Drawing his knife, he stabbed the man in the heart. "It's a deal." he answered as the body flopped lifeless in Hero's hands. "That works." Captain Meno commented, looking down at the body. He handed over the pouch which was dropped onto the table with a clink. "Pleasure." the large Captain nodded when he had fin­ ished counting the coins. "I shall see you in one month." Captain Meno led the way to the stern and proceeded down the ladder, followed by the others. Hero's mind was full of questions as they rowed to their ship. "Do you know why that guy just tried to kill you?" Talnia asked, forgetful of his position. The captain was in a thoughtful trance as he replied, "I had his brother hanged for desertion. He dedicated his life to taking mine. This makes three attempts, one of which was nearly successful." he said, tapping his chest as he said it. Hero waited, hoping Talnia would stupidly ask the ques­ tion he wanted answered. Talnia however, sensed the Cap­ tain was himself again, and asked no more. "Who were those men?" Hero's oar bit the water hard and he pulled furiously to hide his tension in asking a ques­ tion that was none of his business. The Captain glanced at Hero, "Thank you for what you did." Hero merely nodded his head, not knowing what exactly to say. "They are pirates. He sells me information about other pirates, probably his competition." The captain continued, "That is why I wanted you to guard the boat. He won't murder me, but he does have this nasty tendency of trying to humiliate me. I think it's supposed to remind me I

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disposable." The Captain snorted at his own statement. Hero digested this information as he rowed. ***

There was a suppressed excitement among the crew in the days following as the captain made quickly for an ally port. Hero knew, unlike the others, the captain was trying to get the pirate's information into useful hands while it was still profitable. "We're going to be there tomorrow!" Talnia whispered, leaning across the aisle as far as he could. "I'm glad; these past three days have been irksome to me. Mter being able to get off the ship, I want to be permanently off it." Hero whispered. "Uh huh." was the only reply Hero got. "What, you'd rather stay on this ship?" Hero asked, puz­ zled at the reply. "What I want, and what I get are generally not the same thing." Talnia motioned around the ship to emphasize where they were. ***

The next day news spread fast; Hero and Talnia were to accompany Captain Meno on shore that evening. "Looks like you'll be going to the market. I hope you get a good master." Savero said from behind Hero on his bench. "We'll miss you." "What makes you think we're going to be sold?" Hero asked, as everyone nearby shook their heads in agreement. "The very fact you're both going. As I'm sure you've fig­ ured out, they don't take slaves near land, so they can't jump ashore. But what slave would attempt to escape when being sold?" Savero replied, as if that answered all questions.

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Hero was tense as they made the trip to shore that evening through the waves choppy with heavy winds. It would be good to leave the ship, but he knew the favor of his current owner was a boon and an improbable sit­ uation for most slaves. He again mused bitterly on his slavery. Talnia was ordered to stand over the skiff when they reached shore and wait for Meno to return while he and his slave made their way through the few stony streets of Puteoli. '�h, Meno . . . you are back my good friend." A well defined man came out of the shadows of a shop as they were passing. .

"It is good to see you again Potitus. How is your son?" Meno asked as they greeted each other. The conversation shifted from one subject to another until Potitus nodded toward Hero and asked, "How much for the slave? He seems intelligent and strong, two very good attributes in a slave, if they can be taught who is in charge." Winking at Me no, Potitus laughed, with Meno smiling politely. "I wish I could Potitus, but he has been promised elsewhere. Which reminds me, I must go for now. Meet tonight at the 'Evening Bloom'?" Meno asked, as they started to part ways.

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"Cirelo was shut down three months ago. Arias Wendal accused him of cheating at the table when he lost too much one night. Arias knows the magistrate, who pronounced it to be a cheating establishment and closed his inn." Potitus shook his head sadly. "That's terrible!" Meno announced, stepping closer again. "I'm sure Cirelo will open a new inn nearby. That man never gives up." Meno said confidendy. "They ordered him closed for one year and six months. He also had to pay half of last year's profits to the city." Poti­ tus spit on the ground in disgust. "Remember when his son saw the fox in the field last year. Everyone else, including you believed it was a sign of good times coming for his family." "I must go now." Meno said, saluting Potitus again as he started down the street. "Tonight at your house." Meno shouted. "Done." was the reply. Hero looked behind them, surprised to see Potitus' jovial countenance replaced by something far less friendly. "Do you know him well?" Hero asked, glancing again at the receding form of Potitus. "I have known him for some time. I would not sell you to him though. He has a rough oudook on the treatment of slaves. It was his man you killed when you first came on board. He recommended him some time before as being reli­ able. You saved me the trouble of dealing with him. It is a dance of wolves with most of my contacts." Meno said when they had walked some distanced toward a large hill covered in olive trees outside the city gates. "I appreciate your concern in my affairs." Hero held Meno's eyes. "You learn fast.Just a month ago, you couldn't understand a word I was saying. Now you can almost speak without a

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break." Meno replied, ascending a steep hill. "I am indebted to you. You saved my life. I owe you something, and this is a good master." Nothing more was said as they reached the hill's crest and continued toward a stately house situated among a grove of pomegranates. Hero glanced behind and froze as he saw the sun setting over the small bay with the ocean spreading out in the distance. "It has that affect the first time you see it. This is one of the most enjoyable locations I have ever known." Meno gave a sigh which contained a long history before walking again, "Come, we'll go in the back and surprise them." Hero followed him into the house, pondering the wistful introspection that had crossed Meno's features. Meno led the way through a maze of corridors until they came before a large oak door. Knocking, they were sum­ moned by a gentle voice, "Come in." Meno pushed open the door to a courtyard in the rear of the house covered in the blooms of early spring. An elderly gentleman was reclining on a stone seat covered in soft cush­ ions with a scroll spread before him. Hero searched the court­ yard for the beckoning female voice. He located her behind one of the large containers of herbs, weeding around the base. Surprised at the entrance of two unexpected guests, the woman stood quickly, and came forward warmly, wiping her hands which enhanced the fragrance of the herbs she had been tending. "Meno, it is good of you to come. Father was asking yes­ terday when we had seen you last." The sunset cast attractive shadows on her rosy complexion. "You have surpassed your mother's beauty." Meno announced as he clasped her hand warmly. His worn features

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contrasted starkly against the peaceful backdrop of the court­ yard and the young woman's serene beauty. Hero surveyed his surroundings turning from the wom­ an's loveliness which registered with her nearness. She took advantage of Hero's wandering gaze to throw a questioning glance at Meno. "Senator, I have a slave you will be interested in." and switching languages to what sounded Greek, Meno con­ tinued a lengthy conversation with the old man. All three glanced at Hero several times during the course of the con­ versation which made him feel like a horse at auction. Twenty minutes later, the Senator called out and an old slave immediately entered the room. He said something in the same foreign language, and the slave bowed low, motion­ ing for Hero to follow him. Hero turned toward the man who had introduced him to slavery, but been fair and generous all the same. Bowing low to Captain Meno one last time, he fol­ lowed the other slave from the room, assuming the transfer in owners had been sealed. "Where do you hail from?" The slave leading Hero asked from ahead. Hero was distracted for a moment as he watched the man in front walk down the hall. He was amazed at how straight the old man walked. Hero attempted to imitate the gait, pressing his shoulders back, but within a few moments, his old posture was resumed. The old man peered over his shoulder when he didn't receive an answer, "So, you are one of the sullen types? Ah well, if you insist. My name is Peldin, and I am in charge of my master's holdings." Peldin began talking of the household's crops and their yields as they entered the slave's quarters.

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"Yes, I noticed the ground is quite fertile here. Your pomegranate grove is impressive, my compliments to you." Hero replied, when he finally got a word in. '�h, so you do talk, how good of you to blossom from your despondency." Peldin's mouth turned upwards in a slight grin as he egged Hero. "I'm afraid I have the nasty inclination to brood when taken out of a ship's comfortable quarters." Hero replied in a wry tone. The old man laughed, and pushed open the door, "First thing tomorrow morning, you will wash before anything else. I shall show you a nearby stream you can use. Food will be eaten in the kitchens, which I will also show you later. Rest for tonight, you'll be given your duties tomorrow." Peldin started to close the door as he left the room but Hero asked quickly, "What are my duties?" "Time enough tomorrow," and on the door closing, Hero was left alone. ***

'�

right I'll do it, but I expect your share of tonight's

mead for doing this." Hero called out, pointing at Rimdea as he walked backwards out the door. "Come now, is that fair? I have seniority, you have only been here three months," Rimdea challenged. Hero pretended not to hear as he ran down the hill to catch up with Hentero, who had continued toward town as the two men argued about the payment of mead in exchange for work. "That lazy oa£" Hero laughed. "Like I believe Peldin ordered him to scrub the kitchen instead of going for the grain. Peldin wouldn't trust him with the task."

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"It's better for me this way." Hentero replied, "His young legs are slow coming up the hill. Don't tell him I said that though." And slowing his walk to a crawl, Hentero imitated Rimdea under a load of grain. "Be careful, word may get to him regarding this utter dis­ respect." Hero laughed. Hero was pleased to find the grain sacks waiting for them when they reached town. Hentero opened the neck of both bags and reached deep inside to inspect the meal before handing a small bag of coin to the slave at the mill who silently hoisted the sacks to their shoulders and nodded before disappearing into the storehouse. "I like him. He's a good listener." Hero joked when they had left the building. "He used to crack jokes as you do now. His master decided to teach his witty tongue a lesson. So he cut it out." Hentero replied somberly. "Unbelievable." Hero breathed, searching his compan­ ions face for any trace of humor. "Have you never consid­ ered escaping . . . " Hero's voice trailed off when he almost walked into Hen­ tero who stopped suddenly after rounding a corner to a side street. He was afraid his question had caused the problem and began to apologize when Hentero waved him to silence. Potitus was ahead, beginning to disrobe a young slave girl. "What is this?" Hero called out in shock as he saw what was taking place. Potitus laughed scornfully before proceeding as if they were not present. Hero dropped his sack to the ground and pushed past Hentero who grabbed his arm, "Come, we have no place here."

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Hero looked back at Hentero, and at the girl again. He removed the restraining hand from his arm before mak­ ing his way toward the girl. Hero yanked Potitus off his feet, threw him against the wall and placed his forearm against the man's throat, "What is this behavior? Are you some kind of animal?" Hero shouted, spitting on the ground in disgust. Shock covered Potitus' face which was quickly replaced by rage as Hero applied more pressure against his throat. "Brucania�" Potitus gasped, pounding the wall with his open palm. A large Numidian came from around the corner, and ran toward them. Hero eyed the large dark-skinned man as he was slammed into the opposite wall by Potitus, who took advantage of the distraction. "It is not your place to dictate my slaves use to me. It is not your place to dictate anything to me. Now for a lesson you won't forget." Potitus' face was inches from Hero's as he kneed him in the groin. Hero fell to the dirt as Potitus followed up with blows and several kicks to his entire body. Beginning to rise when there was a brief reprieve in the rain of blows, he was soon unde­ ceived when a kick to his stomach sent him once more to the ground. Hero's body arched in the red dirt as the first lash­ ing came across his back. Unable to move, Hero knew it was Potitus' intention to kill as the lashing's continued. Trying to rise, he was kicked down again by the black slave. Darkness slowly came over him as he was beaten unconscious. ***

Hero felt himself being moved and heard voices. "What happened?" "Potitus was in the streets . . . "

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The voices faded as Hero slipped into darkness again. Hero heard the voices again and tried to open his eyes but couldn't. "Is Renea back yet?" the same voice ask. "She is coming soon. I impressed speed . . .

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"Bring me water and bandages. I also need oil and pep­ permint. Hurry." A slight pause followed as Hero faintly heard the room vacate. "Father, how did this . . .

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A dim light penetrated Hero's eyelids on his regain­ ing consciousness. Lamplight next to his bed blurred into focus as his eyes opened. He was lying on his stomach on top of a raised cushion facing the flickering light. "I'm an idiot" Hero gazed at the small flame. He turned his head on hearing a rustle from the other side of the bed. He was astonished to find Renea asleep in a reclining chase, alone. He used the opportunity to study her face. She was beautiful and the pride of not only her father, but every slave in the house. Her generosity and kindness were

all well known facts

to Hero since

all

the

household slaves talked of her as if she were their own. Hero had always avoided her whenever she happened to pass near him, but he still remembered her beautiful curly black hair from the day he arrived. He shifted his gaze away as her eyes fluttered open. She gave a warm smile when she saw he was awake. "You are back," she rose from her chair and rubbed her eyes, "That was a long sleep. How is your chest?" "My whole body hurts . . . and my chest is on fire." He pushed himself up. His arms couldn't hold the weight and he collapsed. His eyes went wide with shock and he gasped as his chest landed on the couch. He couldn't exhale; his breath was a captive of his broken body.

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"I'm sorry we can't lay you on your back." Renea walked next to him as he continued to hold his breath. She paused and her eyes drifted over the coundess cuts, "We added cush­ ions around the chest bruises to take the pressure off them." Hero let out a small groan as the air slowly escaped through his clinched teeth. 'fue you hungry?" She asked suddenly, walking to the door. "You haven't eaten in a while," she informed him. "I can't say my mind is on food right now. It is currently pre-occupied with survival." Hero gave a weak smile as he closed his eyes and drifted away. Renea sat on her chaise nearby and watched his smile fade and his face relax, "Hentero said it would take more than this to get your spirits down." The words were audible only to her. ***

"You are looking . . . . " Renea paused mid-step before hur­ rying to his side, "much worse. You were mending yesterday evening". She placed her palm against his forehead which was hot with fever. "llsia. Come quickly!" Renea called out, rushing for a pitcher of water on the sideboard. Splashing some hastily on a rag, she moved to Hero's side. "llsia!" Renea raised her voice as llsia ran into the room. "Hurry, bring me garlic, fresh water, clean cloths and some olive oil." Renea ordered. llsia ran from the room to get the objects, returning quickly and handing Renea the garlic, which she immedi­ ately pounded into a paste. Mixing it with the oil, she placed the mixture between two clean clothes and swirled it over her head. Pointing with her free hand, she said, "Take one of the rags and wash his face." With the oily concoction pre­ pared, Renea spread it generously over Hero's foot, wrapping

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it with the cloth when she had finished. Both ladies jumped when Hero's body convulsed and he started muttering loudly. "It sounds bad." Ilsia said, breaking the silence as they listened to Hero's incoherent mutterings. Glancing at her mistress when she received no reply, Ilsia saw her listening intently. Renea felt llsia's watchful eyes and glanced at her saying, "We should take shifts keeping an eye on him. He sounds bad. I'll watch for now, you can relieve me in a bit." Nodding her head in respect, llsia left them alone. Renea refreshed the cloth and laid it across his brow, listening as he fought the sickness. ***

"My lady? You sent for me?" Hentero asked when he walked into the room. Renea motioned for him to join her at Hero's bedside. "I need you to check if he is injured. His fever still hasn't bro­ ken and it's been a week," She whispered as they both gazed at the unconscious man. Hentero nodded his head in ascent when she had finished. Renea started to leave the room, but paused when Hen­ tero offered a comforting omen, "Rimdea and the others believe

all will

be well. Fidelu, the injured rabbit that's has

been healing, escaped today." "Do you know his history?" Renea cast a worried expres­ sion toward Hero before leaving. "He is very silent regarding his past life, but he is a good man. I would stake my life on that. He barely considered my restraining arm, knowing the consequences," raising his eyes to the heavens to seal his story. Renea smiled and left the room.

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"He was sliced on the inside of his leg. He wasn't bleed­ ing because it was caked in dried mud." Hentero reported his find to Renea an hour later, "I had to use a knife to slice off the scab and dried mud. It was putrefied. I drained it and cleaned it as best as I know how with some boiled salt water llsia brought me." Hentero pointed toward the container on the table. "Hmm, that probably stung. Let's hope that was the problem. He hasn't been able to eat

all week."

Renea said,

moving away from the pale form on the couch. "Well, he's been able to eat what we can pour down his throat," she cor­ rected hersel£ "His back seems to be healing." Hentero nodded at the stripes that were closing. ""I wonder how he is going to handle the scars," Renea said tracing the outline of a stripe as she spoke. "He has a lot of them." Hentero agreed, his eyes darting from one scar to the next. "One hundred forty three," She murmured under her breath. "Roll him over before you leave. His chest needs to heal." She ordered. ***

llsia spun when she heard a voice behind her. Hero was muttering again, though this time the voice was clear. "You haven't done that recently." She said, walking to his body and feeling his forehead. "Your fever is breaking . . . that's good." "Yes, I do feel much better." Hero replied though his eyes remained closed. "I'll be back in a moment." llsia whispered before hurry­ ing from the room excitedly. A moment later Renea entered, followed by Ilsia.

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"Hero's spirit says his body must have water quickly." Hero spoke without moving his lips. "So you really are with us this time." Renea smiled down at Hero's now opened eyes and handed him a bowl of water. Hero, very slowly pushed himself forward till he was in an upright position. Lifting the bowl to his mouth, he took a small sip, drinking faster until he had drained the bowl of its contents. Satisfied, he lowered himself down. His arms still couldn't handle the weight and he fell on the cushions with a loud gasp followed by a groan as his chest reminded him of its condition. "Be careful." Renea reprimanded as she walked behind his shoulders and straightened him on the cushions. "You can go now. I'll be fine." He closed his eyes again. "Well, let me know if there is anything else I can do for you." Renea's answer was a little sharp, followed by a reproachful look. "I mean you haven't gotten much sleep on my account. Believe me, there is no one more grateful than myself for what you've done." Hero frowned slightly, ''Actually, I

am

probably the only one grateful." "You should eat something." Renea changed the subject. "You haven't had anything besides what little soup we could pour down your throat." "My stomach feels empty, but I don't feel much like eating." Hero drank the refilled water bowl Renea handed him. "I will get some solid food for him." Ilsia began to leave. "You mean tell everyone Hero has woken." Renea replied before llsia could escape the room. Ilsia pretended not to hear as she hustled from the room.

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"Everyone will be glad to hear you are better." Renea continued after Ilsia left. "We were worried you wouldn't make it." "May I have three lemons and some water?" Hero pulled himself into the sitting position, the scabs on his back restrict­ ing his movement somewhat. '�d a small smooth stone as well? I can barely think." Hero squeezed his temples. ':All right." Renea replied as she disappeared to retrieve the requested items. Hero didn't recognize the room. It was sparsely furnished with only a few reclining chairs and a table in the corner. A small pile of scrolls lay haphazardly on a shelf above the table. The floor was tiled in a bright mosaic. Twisting his head, Hero attempted to decipher the picture. An arrow had mortally wounded a woman who was on one knee holding two babies toward a rising sun with the moon slipping over the horizon. Hero was intenupted in his viewing by Renea's return. She noticed his gaze toward the floor, "Father had the mosaic and this ring made after my mother's death." hand­ ing him the lemons as she spoke. "Thank you." Hero nodded his head as he took the items from Renea. He peeled the skin from the lemons and squeezed the juice into the water bowl. Renea admired the playful expression which trials hadn't driven from his features. It seemed a smile was always hover­ ing nearby about to break free. Hero finished scraping the inside of the lemon peels and proceeded to grind them with the smooth stone until it formed a smooth paste. "My head is splitting up, down and side to side." He ground the remainder quickly.

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Hero took the paste and slathered it on his forehead. Next, he drained the bowl of its contents and placed it on the ground, giving a satisfied sigh. "That helped." Hero muttered as he lay back slowly, trying to ignore the cushion picking at his scabs. "So, who is David?" Renea asked innocently. Hero turned a steady eye toward Renea. Renea blushed under the gaze, "You talked a lot while you were sick," she answered his unasked question, fiddling with the lemon peels on the table. "I couldn't help hearing stuff " ' When he didn't reply, Renea glanced to see if he was upset at the intrusion, but he was gazing at the ceiling, lost to the world. "He's my brother." Hero answered without moving his head. "I'm sorry for asking." Renea said quietly, feeling bad she had. "It's

all

right. I just haven't seen him in many months."

His eyes found hers. "So what do the lemons do?" Renea asked, abruptly changing the subject. "The juice helps my hurting head and the paste my tem­ perature." He replied easily as he tossed part of the lemon peelings to her for examination. "Interesting, who taught you?" Renea asked, feeling the texture of the peel before placing it next to the others on the table. "My father liked to study remedies at his leisure. I didn't learn many of them, not knowing him long, but I did learn some I considered useful. This one, I just happened to think more useful others."

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"Welcome to your daily duties . . . again. You've gotten several weeks off, lucky man." Rimde a embraced Hero warmly when he walked to the slave quarters. "It seems I was caught flirting with death." Hero replied, shivering slightly in the colder air. "You all right?" Rimdea asked, getting a nod before he had finished the question. "So is it true?" "Is what true?" Hero said over his shoulder, as he huddled in front a brazier with a small fire. "That you are from Carthage." Rimdea exclaimed, appalled he hadn't been asked yet. "I wonder Rimdea, who could have spread a rumor like that." Hero asked, cocking an eyebrow toward his friend. "You know the ladies love to confide in me." Rimdea put on an air of high irritation. "You're right. I forgot about that small fact." Hero nodded his head as if getting the picture, '�nd which one of these confiding ladies made revealed of afore­ mentioned secret?" winking up at the still strutting Rimdea. "Ilsia told Hentero you were from Carthage. Hentero mentioned it to me and I told everyone else." He con­ fessed boldly, pacing around the room.

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Hero laughed at the brutally honest confession, "It really does not matter to me who knows. It wasn't a secret." "What is it with old people?" Rimdea exclaimed, "Hen­ tero said the exact same thing." Hero cocked his head to one side toward Rimdea "That is the first time I have been called old. How old do you take me to be?" Rimdea gave Hero a close inspection before relying slowly, "I can't say, perhaps twenty eight?" Hero grinned and got up from the fire. "Let's go eat." He sauntered toward the kitchen as Rimdea chased him demanding that he reveal his age. ***

Hero lifted his head later that night; ensuring that the rest of the slaves were asleep before moving to the still burning brazier. Taking an unburned log, he stirred the frre causing the flames to burst anew. Hero watched Rimdea and Hentero closely to see if either one awoke. Mter several seconds of steady breath­ ing, Hero stole out of the room and made his way outside. The journey to Potitus' house was swift and when he got there, only one window of the single story house was lit. "Why does Captain Copiun continue visiting? He is such a slimy fellow�" Hero didn't recognize the female voice, but he mentally noted the captain's name. Hero held his breath asPotitus' answered roughly, "Enough of your insolence. You visit Renea without any interference, do not test me. You will greet him tomorrow night, happy to see him. Breno�" Potitus shouted for his slave as he stormed from the room. Hero waited a few seconds after the room went dark before putting into action the reason for his visit. He entered through the window searching until early morning when he

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returned to fall disappointed to his mattress an hour before sunnse. Hero heard everyone waking around him and slowly came to life himsel£ Twisting his body into a sitting posi­ tion, Hero put his head in his hands and groaned. He pried his eyes open with his fingers, disgusted to hear the sucking sound. "Hero, are you hungry or do you intend to pass on food? Cesica promised to make something with the figs we boiled yesterday." Rimdea pulled Hero from his bed before getting a grumpy grunt for a reply. "Smell that! That is a gift from the gods!" Rimdea exclaimed as they walked into the kitchen. "Hero?" Hero spun around at Renea's voice and lowered his head in greeting to the woman standing in the door. "Will you accompany me when

I go out?" Renea asked,

laughing lightly at Rimdea had continued on, unaware of her presence. He was making faces of starvation to the ceil­ ing while gripping his throat. "I will be ready." Hero replied as he walked behind him and stuffed a pastry into Rimdea's mouth, which he dramati­ cally munched as Hero placed the remaining pastry on the table behind his back. Laughing again, Renea left the room. "How dare you eat my . . . " Cesica exclaimed, walking into the room. Her fat fingers squeezed Rimdea's mouth open, " . . . My pastries! Those were not for you!" Rimdea quickly shoved the last bite into his mouth, pointing at Hero as he mumbled something about his . Innocence. Cesica's eyes traveled suspiciously to Hero, who opened his mouth showing it was empty. With a glare at Rimdea she

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warned, "If you eat another, you will go -without food for two days." "I'll keep him in line" Hero promised -with a sidelong glance at Rimdea. Grabbing the bowl of boiled apricots, the angry woman granted Hero a gracious smile and Rimdea a -withering glare before storming out of the room. Rimdea pointed a finger Hero accusingly; "If you ever do that again . . . " he paused, thinking of what to say as Hero laughed. His scolding turned to an evil grin as he leaned over the table and smelled the remaining pastries. "Father wants me home by mid day." Renea said as they made their way down the hill. "He insisted Ilsia accompany me, but she is sick. He finally allowed it if you accompanied me." She watched his reaction intently as she spoke. "I am honored." Hero replied, not sure if he was sup­ posed to reply. Renea apparently read his thoughts as she playfully said, "I know you can converse fluently. Do not be afraid." Hero again paused before replying slowly, "I am not sure what is appropriate, in this situation." "You have not been a slave

all your life."

Renea glanced

at him again, not asking a question so much as making a statement. "In Carthage, I would hold an equal rank to your father." Hero didn't see her kno-wing nod, as he was admiring the view of the bay. "Did you sell yourself into slavery?" she asked quietly. Hero eyes arched reproachfully, "No, I didn't sell myself into slavery. I was betrayed and ambushed, then sold into slav­ ery." Hero's face hardened on finishing the statement.

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"I am sorry." Renea replied, watching the emotion set his features. "I'm not bothered. It is unfinished business that will be taken care of one day." Hero answered, walking faster though not realizing it. "Where are we going?" he asked as on recognizing the terrain from the night before. "To visit a good friend. Do not talk when we reach the house." Renea warned, "Please." she added after a pause. Proceeding toward the house, a girl came running out and eagerly hugged Renea. "Father is in a terrible anger today. Let us stay out of doors since it is beautiful," the girl pointed through some trees toward a clearing. Hero recognized the girl's voice as the one he had heard the previous evening in conversation with Potitus. "You may want to be careful what you say." Renea warned, "Your father was furious when I spoke before him last." "Does he speak?" the girl nodded in Hero's direction. "Yes Valeria, he speaks," Renea replied. "Say some­ thing." She prodded. Hero greeted her in Punici, bowing his head low. Renea saw the mischievous smile and rolled her eyes as he gave a low chuckle. "He is very handsome." Valeria stated matter of factly, examining Hero, who bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Look at his arms!" "I'm sure he'd be thrilled to hear." Renea answered dryly, shaking her head, not daring to check the expression on his face. Running footsteps approached from the direction of the house. Hero gave a start when he recognized the slave girl he had protected. Stepping behind a tree, Hero watched as she ran to Valeria and whispered in her ear.

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"We can return to the house. My spy has informed me all is clear." She informed Renea. Rising from the ground, they headed to the house behind the little girl who ran ahead. "I am to be married." Valeria said suddenly, staring ahead as they walked. Renea glanced quickly at Valeria, "Who is the blessed man?" "Caneus Markus. Father says I will marry him when I turn thirteen next year." Valeria kept talking as she saw the smile die on her friend's lips. Hero didn't know who they were talking about, but based on Renea's response, the man didn't seem to be an ideal match. "I hope he grows to deserve you." Renea offered as she hugged her friend and continued walking. "He'll take you to Rome since their primary residence is there." Renea said. "I have determined not to think about it. I thought you should know though." Turning about at the entrance to the house she grabbed Renea 's arm, "I have made many offer­ ings in the hope my father become more like yours, but to no use. My sacrifices are forsaken. Venus has turned her face from my plight." Sorrowfully, she continued into the house. Renea didn't move but her eyes drifted to Hero who was watching Valeria wiping her eyes. ***

"Who is this Caneus? Is he truly as bad as he sounds?" Hero blurted out when they were making their way home. "His father is an influential member of the Senate. Poti­ tus must have connections to the family for them to offer this marriage." "You know Caneus well?" Hero helped her over a very small creek running across their path.

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"They wanted to form an alliance with our family through marriage." Renea answered softly. Hero respectfully didn't ask any more questions. They walked together for some distance without saying anything when Renea remembered, "Is Valeria's slave girl the one you helped?" Hero rubbed his nose distractedly, "I have seen her before." he answered slowly, pausing before asking a ques­ tion in return, "Hentero told everyone about it?" "No, only my father. Father told me." Renea answered, followed by a long silence. "Why shouldn't anyone to know?" She continued. "Why should anyone know?" Hero replied, forgetting his position. Renea wore a puzzled expression, "I don't know. .. " see­ ing Hero had no intention of replying, she changed the sub­ ject. "Tell me about your family." Hero answered easily, "My family would consist of my brother David." Hero began smiling on the reflection. "My father was a leading member of the Senate during the war for Sicily twenty years ago." The smile faded as he recounted his early years, "Father fell in love with the daughter of Senator Impotus, a staunch ally of his in the senate. My brother and I were born near the end of the war, just before Carthage's defeat at the battle of Aegates. Mter the war, the mercenary's started the truceless war and my father was called to war again. The priests demanded we be sacrificed as an appeal to the gods, but our mother refused, sending us into hiding instead. My father allowed the authorities to execute her for defying the gods." Hero sighed deeply, "Father made a drastic change after her death and opposed the war he had once championed. Senator Impotus made an oath to punish my father for his

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role in his daughter's death, and the betrayal of their joint cause. Twenty years later, he fulfilled his oath by accusing father of harboring an enemy spy. One of his slaves was a captured Roman who was found passing information to a Roman envoy. My father was executed as a traitor and his possessions were confiscated and given to Impotus, which is ironic, considering our mother's fate." Hero's voice trailed off as he reflected, shaking his head. "They are probably wondering where you are," Hero said, walking toward the house. "Hero." Renea said quietly. Hero raised his eyebrow in inquiry. "Thank you for coming." she said softly, gently placing her hand on his arm, but ashamed of her forward behavior, she withdrew it quickly and hurried into the house.

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Hero shivered in the breeze and increased his pace, "No moon tonight, that's good," He crested the hill he had walked earlier with Renea. Within minutes, the object of his journey rose before him and he stealthily approached the same house he had visited that afternoon. "This is good," He avoided the lit window where they were still dining. Hero crouched below the sill in the shadows and attempted to listen to the conversation inside, but could only hear momentary snatches through the wind. Making his way to another window, Hero pushed aside the covering and pulled himself into the house, dropping softly to the ground. The voices became more distinct as Hero made his way toward the door and dropped to his stomach, listening intently. "I don't think it's a good idea. Tralenus holds the loyalty of his crew. They would fight you quicker than join you." There was a slight pause as the throaty voice stopped talking, "I would go one step further and say if you lost him, you would lose ten to twelve other captains who would follow him." the voice continued '1\11 right, I understand your point. Let's come up with solutions, not just problems." Potitus sounded frustrated. "You could try and gain him as an ally, instead of a neutral player. He might be more willing to help you on

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bigger things." The throaty voice interjected again. "It'll cost though." "Excellent! That's what I needed to hear! Decide what an equal share could be for Tralenus . . . . " Potitus' voice drifted off as he and his guest left the room. Hero considered their conversation, and pushed the door open while slipping into the vacant room. Hero's eyes were immediately drawn to a map lying on the table. Hur­ rying over, he seized it, and grinned as he saw it was heavily marked. Rolling it neatly, Hero left the house pleased that his nocturnal work was finally reaping a result. ***

"Wake up! Why are you always so tired recently? You used to be the first person awake. Now I always have to drag you out of bed." Rimde a pulled Hero from the bed, and he collapsed to the ground. Hero started to reply, but his voice was sucked into his belly as his body landed awkwardly, reawakening the freshly mended bones. Hero gave a groan and grabbed his chest as he worked his way onto his knees. "Come, stop playing around if you want to eat." Rimdea reached down to pull on Hero when he was pushed away angrily. Rimdea's surprised expression turned to alarm at Hero's compressed lips and ragged breathing. "I'm sorry. I forgot about your chest." Rimdea dropped to his knees, and clasped Hero's shoulder trying to ease the shuddering. "I'm getting help." he exclaimed, running out of the room before Hero could find his voice. Hero was surprised a moment later when Renea came hur­ riedly into the room, kneeling beside him. "I need to see what happened," she said, and motioned for him to lift his tunic.

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Hero shook his head, "I'd prefer not to." Hero pushed himself to his feet with his free hand, biting his tongue to keep from groaning. "Please, it could be serious," Renea countered as he struggled to his feet. "I am feeling better, it was a minor discomfort." Hero said trying to sound convincing. ':All right." Renea poked Hero in the rib and watched as he sucked in a sharp breath. Hero gritted his teeth and let the air out slowly, forcing a wan smile. "I told you, I'm better. Rimdea wouldn't listen, that's all." ':Actually, I was coming to tell you something when I saw Rimdea running for water." Hero was relieved at the change of subject. Trying to seem interested, while his body thrummed with pain, was easy once Renea related her information. "We're moving to our house in Capua" she said flatly. Inwardly, Hero was extremely relieved since the move would make things a lot easier, but his expression remained remote, only his eyes brightened at the news. Renea's features dimmed as she noted his relief, "Father is going to leave Peldin in charge here." Renea contin­ ued, "He wants to place you in charge of our house in Capua. " "I am honored." Hero answered slowly, processing the new piece of news, disappointed his plans would once again become more complicated. "Thank you," he replied bowing his head low. Renea read his thoughts though his face had reverted to its normal detached expression. "When did you plan to leave?" she asked quietly.

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Hero sighed deeply, as he decided to trust Renea with his life, "I don't know. I can't stay here forever." Hero examined her face as he waited for her reaction. Renea answered slowly, "I know, and I wouldn't keep you here." She proceeded toward the door and gave a mischie­ vous smile, "But this buys some time." Hero was rooted in place, staring at the spot Renea had vacated when Rimdea returned with cold water. "You're worse!" Rimdea exclaimed, rushing to inspect the wound. "I'm just lost." Hero's head sank to his chest. Rimdea soaked his cloth with his hands while he viewed the empty doorway, "Renea?" He whispered. "Does it matter?" Hero said wistfully. "I

suppose not,

but here's to

dreaming!"

Rimdea

answered, laughing at his own joke. "How true." came the mumbled reply, slowly repeated by a much stronger "How true." ***

Hero crawled out of bed muttering before his eyes were even open, "I think I'll make tonight my last outing. . . . . . or tomorrow." Hero slipped out of the house into the darkness. From the edge of the trees, he saw the single lit window. Creeping forward, Hero crouched and listened intently. "Send your men here and ambush them as they attempt to spy." a voice with a deep accent stated authoritatively. "They'll never see it coming from behind . . . " A twig snapped and Hero crouched lower in the shadow of the house. He glanced behind a moment too late as a giant log descended on his head, followed by darkness.

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Hero's senses slowly resumed their functions as shouts penetrated his subconscious. An intense heat at his back marshaled his senses to a roaring fire - Potitus' house was an inferno. His own condition, though not burning, brought to light his clothing and hands smeared with ash. Ripping away his tunic, he gasped at a new pain on his side. A ruth­ less burn which stretched from under his armpit to his thigh was revealed by the fire's glow. The shouts drew closer as Hero grabbed his tunic and ran into the woods, only stop­ ping when the light from the fire had died into the distance. Throwing himself on the ground, Hero placed his finger on the wound and grimaced at the pain. Hero slammed his fist into the ground, his fury overtaking him. "He duped me!" His teeth ground together followed by a deep breath and low growl. Hero steadied himself and made his way toward a small creek, where he washed. Wringing the water from the freshly scrubbed tunic, he slowly dressed. A resolute expres­ sion settled on his face. "Now it's my turn." "Hero! Come quickly! Potitus' house has been burned down." Rimdea crowed as he ran into the room. Hentero followed Rimdea through the door, "We thought you would be pleased to hear." The older man smiled as Hero sprung out of bed on their noisy entrance. "Whose house?" Hero asked, allowing surprise to mark his face. "His house?!" He asked again quickly. "Last night. They are saying it was done intentionally," Rimdea voice rose. "Come, let's eat to that," he said rushing out of the room. Hentero's eyes followed Rimdea as he sprinted from the room; walking to Hero he put his arm over his shoulders, "I am glad the man has received some sort of punishment for what he did to you."

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Hero clasped the other man's arm, nodding his head ear­ nestly, "Thank you." Hero contemplated his next move as they made their way into the kitchen. It was obvious he was being set up for burning down the house. He had been knocked out, had ash smeared on him and been burned on his side. The first two were in case someone found him at the house; the burn had been a backup in case he got away. The question for Hero was how to hide a burn of this size. He sat down with the others for the morning meal, still preoccupied with his dilemma. "Cesica, where do you want these beans?" Hero listened as one of the farm hands walked into the kitchen carrying a woven basket full of beans. "By the fire. Thank you Refino." Cesica continued chop­ ping as she nodded and answered. Hero's eyes lit and drifted to the wood pile, "Cesica, do you want some more wood brought in?" "Thank you, please place it there." Cesica's never still hands had moved on to eggs, whipping them with masterful strokes. Hero adjusted the wood pile to make it flat for the incom­ ing load. As Hero left, he stumbled on one of the logs in the fire, causing it to roll out onto the tiled floor, but con­ tinued his task, planning to deal with the log on his return trip. Once outside, he loaded a huge armful of logs, which would give Cesica wood for a good long time, and made his way inside. Walking to the pile of wood, Hero tripped. Wood flew everywhere and Hero fell hard with his side landing on the burning log which had rolled out of the fire. He shouted as the fire burned his side, forcing himself to wait as if in shock before rolling away from the log. The others came

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running to smother Hero's flaming tunic. With quick think­ ing, Rimdea ran from the room to get some water and a rag. Hero couldn't think straight as pain erupted anew; increased two-fold by the burn from the night before. ':..\loe." he mut­ tered as the others laid him on the ground and took off what remained of his tunic. Cesica gasped as she saw the burn, "Hentero, will he . . . " Hentero interrupted her, "Go get aloe and Renea." "Renea is gone to see Valeria. Her house burned down. Remember?" Cesica answered, not moving. "Get the aloe!" Hentero repeated urgently. Cesica left the kitchen and passed Rimdea who was coming in with the water. "Hurry. Hurry!" Hentero barked to Rimdea, motioning him faster. Taking the j ar of water, Hentero poured some over the wound and let it sit for a moment before pouring more.

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An hour later Hero was sitting at the table, slowly drinking. The others had left except for Cesica the cook who kept him company in the kitchen. Hero began to pull off the bandage to see the damage, but decided against it, staring straight ahead instead. Rimdea came running into the kitchen breathless, "Hero, there are soldiers demanding you. They have accused you of burning down Potitus' house." Hero nodded his head in understanding, following Rimdea out of the kitchen. Four soldiers made their way into the house followed by Potitus' large Numidian slave. "Go find Hentero. I think I will need him as a wit­ ness." Hero whispered urgently to Rimdea. The soldiers directed their steps toward Hero as the black man pointed in his direction. "This man claims he saw you burn down his master's house. If his claims are true, you are to be summarily executed. Where were you last night?" the head prefect demanded. '�t what time?'' Hero asked calmly. "Late evening." Came the short reply. "I was asleep." Hero forced the fear which had taken hold of his throat, out of his voice.

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Stepping fonvard, one of the soldiers lifted Hero's tunic to reveal the fresh bandage covering his burn wound before dropping it again. The head officer walked fonvard and grabbed the bandage, slicing it off. Hero ground his teeth as the bandage was ripped away to reveal the wound from that morning. The officer barely looked at the wound before motioning to his soldiers to grab Hero. "This man has signified to us you had a serious burn on your side, this matched his description. You are to be executed for the murder of Potitus and his son Procaneus." The soldiers dragged Hero from the house toward the woods. Hero was ovenvhelmed by the rapidity of his con­ demnation; he had expected the chance to claim his inno­ cence before being executed. He was on his knees near the tree line before he could collect his thoughts. He sus­ pected the officer in charge would be unwilling to listen, but Hero shouted firmly, "Officed I demand you hear my claim to innocence." Hero stood and faced him as he spoke. The officer was startled by the decisive tone, "Speak." The man nodded toward his soldiers and they backed off, allowing Hero to speak. "I received this wound no earlier than this morning. This man has falsely accused me of this crime. He was instru­ mental in the administration of these," Hero lifted the tunic to his shoulders, revealing the mass of scars which had been missed on first inspection, "Lashings, which were unlawfully administered by a man other than my master. That is my claim to innocence." Hero finished, facing the Prefect after resuming his attire. "Do you have any witnesses to this?" the prefect asked, glancing at the Numidian suspiciously.

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"I have three, two of whom are behind you." the prefect saw Hentero and Rimdea who had come from the house, "The third is the cook for this household." The officer pointed to two of his men, who each took Hentero and Rimdea separately. A few minutes later, they returned to state both of their stories were exactly the same, and that Hentero had verified Hero's statement about the Numidian slave administering the punishment to another slave. The officer pointed to the black man, "Because you have falsely accused another man of the same rank as yourself, you shall receive his punishment plus your own." The officer ordered two of his soldiers to construct a cross. Hero at first smiled from relief, but his expression quickly became horror as he realized this man was to be crucified alive. "Let this be a warning to those who would follow his example. Any person who attempts to help or relieve this slave's punishment shall follow his fate. So shall it be decreed," the Prefect commanded.

As the silent man was nailed to the cross; Hero turned his face away until after the guards had retreated down the hill finished with their bloody task. The man's expression was neither one of anger or hate. His eyes seemed to be asking Hero for his forgiveness. While Hero made his way to the house, the man's eyes followed him. The burning in Hero's side was nothing to the tur­ moil in his head concerning the man on the tree. The eyes were forever pleading his forgiveness. Hero rolled rest­ lessly on his straw mattress, finally standing and grabbing a vessel of water before making his way out of the house to the tree. Hero could see the man was still alive, though in extreme pain. Hero climbed and chopped the ropes

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holding the man upright. He was delirious, but the fresh pain of his body's weight coming down on the nails drew a loud moan. Hero shoved the roped in his mouth. "Bite down. It'll be over soon." Using a stone, Hero hit the head of the nail back and forth though each hit drew muted groans. Grab­ bing under his arm pits, Hero lowered the man gently to the ground. "Shh . . . shh." Hero whispered as the man groaned. "I brought some water." Hero retrieved the container of water and handed it to the man. The man drank deeply, but didn't utter a word, as he gazed straight at Hero. When the container was drained he drew in the dirt, spelling out the word Brucania in the Punic language. "Your name?" Hero asked. Brucania nodded and opened his mouth to expose the stump of what had been a tongue. "Herotyrus Bemman." Hero pointed at himsel£ Brucania gave a low cry and bowed to the ground before Hero. "You fought in the Mercenary war twenty years ago didn't you? You were allowed to live? This was for your treachery?" Hero tore part of his clothing to make a bandage for the hands, securing them tightly. Brucania lowered his head in shame, but raised it a moment later. He spread his hands over the dirt and lifted them to the sky before placing them both across his heart and then near Hero's. "You have acted rashly. You should not make an oath without intending to fulfill it." Hero answered angrily, rising from the ground. Brucania stood as well, starting to follow Hero inside.

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"You cannot come with me. You would endanger the lives of this entire household if they were caught harbor­ ing you." Hero stood irresolute, "Can you find Capua?" he asked suddenly. Brucania nodded he could. "I will be there by the end of the week. Wait for me there." Brucania bowed his head low before limping into the trees. Hero watched him disappear, wondering if he had just made an enormous mistake, then made his way toward the house. "You did a noble thing." Hentero said from the darkness as Hero walked past. "He did nothing against me; and I still would not have released him." "You cannot tell anyone of this. Even you could be exe­ cuted for knowing." Hero walked to Hentero, who nodded his head in understanding. "Rimdea saw you as well." Hentero nodded his head toward the kitchen where Rimdea was. "He'll tell everyone." Hero started running toward the kitchen, and catching a glimpse of Rimdea as he passed one of the corridors, chased after him. "Rimdea!" Hero called out, grabbing him by the arm, "Have you told anyone? "Why did you take him down? He would have falsely murdered you!"

Rimdea

shook Hero's

grip from

his

arm. "No one can know." Hero grabbed his arm again. "If an officer finds out, anyone who knows will be executed." Pulling his arm free, Rimdea nodded his head angrily before walking away, "You should have let him die." "Perhaps." Hero muttered to himsel£ "Only time will tell." ***

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"Valeria -willjoin us in a week until her marriage. With her father and brother dead, the marriage cannot be avoided." Renea leaned out of the carpentum -window, watching pass. 1ng scenery. Hero raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Is that you speaking or her?" "Both." she answered -wistfully, pulling her head into the . carnage. '1\ lot can happen before she marries." Hero said con­ solingly. "Their black slave probably thought the same thing." Renea did not mean for her quiet comment to be heard. Hero didn't reply at first, seeking to control his irritation. Glancing away he asked, "Rimdea told you?" "I shouldn't know?" Renea asked on seeing his reaction. "Have you reported me?" Hero retorted, attempting to bridle his anger. "Of

course

not."

She

answered

haughtily,

clearly

insulted. "Then no, you should not know." Hero's tone was softer on hearing her reaction, '1\ny man who knows of the action, but doesn't report it is equally guilty." Hero's expres­ sion became sad as Renea reclined in her seat out of his . VIew. Hero held his horse, thoughtfully falling behind the car. nage. ***

"Do you recognize these locations?" Hero asked, point­ ing at the dots on the map. Brucania's eyes went -wide. Slowly lifting his head, he pointed at Hero and the map. 'Yes, I stole it from your master before the fire." Hero answered impatiently. Brucania shook his head in

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disbelief, and began inspecting the map. He pointed at one of the dots and pointed at the ground. "Capua?" Hero asked, examining the dot. "Excellent." he mumbled to himsel£ "What are they referring to?" Brucania shook his head "I'll find out what he's up to!" Hero said confidendy. "Potitus isn't dead, that's for sure." Hero paced the small house where Brucania was residing. "Prepare some horses for a hasty departure at any time. It could be tomorrow or a month from now." He ordered and left the building, ***

"The siege of Saguntum goes ill . Carthaginians are press­ ing our allies hard!" Hero's watched the street crier intendy until he was out of view. Hero noticed Renea and saw that she was watching him. She held his gaze before slowly returning home, fol­ lowed by Ilsia and Valeria. Dropping his head, Hero kicked a stone into the grass before following them. "She is resting right now." llsia placed herself in front of the doorway, preventing Hero from entering the room. "She knows why you are here." llsia continued when Hero opened his mouth to ask again. "Thank you." Hero replied slowly, bowing to Ilsia before heading to his room. He grabbed the sack already prepared and threw it over his shoulder, making his way outside. Hero watched the dark house from across the street and sighed, a sound barely audible to even himself. A figure ran from the door searching both directions. Hero smiled when he saw Renea and came out of the shadows. "So you aren't gone." Renea said quickly when she saw him approach.

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'�most." His stomach wrenched when he saw Renea had been crying. "I have to go." "I know you do. And I stand by what I said before. I would not stop you. It's just harder now the time has come." Renea answered with a calm voice; only the tear on her cheek betraying her words. "May I have this?" Hero pointed at the single ring on her hand. Renea looked down at the ring, and extended her hand toward Hero. '1\ctually, just the ring." Hero smiled, causing Renea to laugh awkwardly. "The Senate has forbid the wearing of jewelry anyway." He pulled the ring from the finger, allowing his hand to hold hers a little longer than necessary. The female face on the ring was formed from gold with tiny amethysts circling the forehead to create a purple tiara. The long golden hair formed the loop which slid over the finger, though that finger would have to be thin indeed to fit. The Greek work was evi­ dent in the craftsmanship, which was superb. "Send this ring if you ever need me and I will make all speed." Hero placed the ring in her hand and folded it closed. "I know you will." Renea replied simply. "I will come back." Hero bowed low. "That is all I ask." Renea replied when Hero left her alone.

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"Good work getting the horses." Hero whispered after he'd dropped to the ground from his last foothold on Capua's city walls. "Let's push hard tonight." He added as Brucania handed him the reins of a horse. Bru­ cania helped Hero mount his horse due to the restricting pain of the burn, and then followed Hero away from the town walls. "Open the gate! There is an escaped slave!" A voice shouted from inside the city, Hero kicked his horse into a gallop, looking at the moonlit city behind. "Someone must have been watching the house. That's the only way they could have found out so soon!" Hero said as they passed quickly into the darkness. Hero checked behind them, listening intently for any sounds. "We'll rest here." He announced as the night slid into a dark grey. "We're going to have a long trip with them behind us." "Here's some bread. I brought enough for our first week." He passed some to Brucania who nodded his head in thanks. "What did you do before Potitus purchased you?" Hero asked as he munched down. Brucania lifted his hands over his head and made a swinging motion.

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"You were a farmer?" Hero asked, surprised. Brucania nodded his head in assent and made a throwing motion with his arm. " . . . and a warrior?" Hero translated. Shaking his head, Brucania made the throwing motion again and lowered his head as if devouring meat. "You were a hunter? Before you fought in Sicily?" Hero added as Brucania placed imaginary chains around his hands and feet. "Who was your master? I guess you can't really answer." Hero answered his own question, selecting a good place to sleep. "Perhaps someday you can return home." Brucania watched Hero several minutes until he had fallen sound asleep before walking into the trees. "Brucania?" Hero whispered on waking and finding his companion missing. "Brucania?!" He raised his voice. Brucania stepped out of the trees and motioned for Hero to be quiet. Waving with his hand for Hero to follow, Bruca­ nia retreated back into the trees. A short walk took them to a clearing, where instead of just two horses there were now four. "Where did you get these horses?" Hero asked as he began to inspect the new horses tethered beside their own. Brucania signed with his fingers that he snuck and grabbed them. "You stole them from our pursuers? Oh ho, you are a bad person." Hero laughed. "We can make good progress now, these aren't bad at all." Hero began to put his saddle on for the long journey to Saguntum. ***

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"Let's just hope we can find Entero." Hero mumbled, watch­ ing the bustling Carthaginian camp. The sentry deviated from his path and met with another soldier. Hero made his move and sprinted for the camp. As the two soldiers finished talking, Hero made a wild dive for the ditch surrounding it. The sentry walked directly toward Hero's position. Hero held his breath knowing one glance down and he would be spotted. The guard was busy con­ sidering his recent conversation however and stepped past Hero, oblivious to his presence three feet away. When the footsteps faded Hero lifted his head, searching for the remaining guard. He was walking toward Brucania's position beneath the tree line. Hero clawed his way out of the ditch and sprang onto the wooden palisades. If defended on the other side, the wall would present a formidable defense, but abandoned as they were it was easy to climb. As Hero moved through the camp, he grabbed Carthaginian clothing still outisde from drying in the sun and changed as he walked. Once properly dressed, he sallied through the camp, confident in his appearance as a member of the native cavalry. "I'm looking for Entero with . . . " Hero shouted to a pass. 1ng messenger. "He's with the general," the lad pointed but continued . running. Hero's brows rose at the instant recognition of Entero's name, but he'd have to wait to get an explanation for the oddity. Following the boy's directions, he discreetly glanced behind when he felt someone staring a hole in his the back of his head, but no one was there. Hero passed a rickety shepherd's hut that had been there long before the siege and flattened himself against the wall, holding himself in

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preparation. Steps approached and Hero sprung around the corner and tackled the follower, placing his elbow on the man's throat. "David!" Hero exclaimed to his brother. David shot off the ground first, pulling Hero up and gazing at him trying to convince himself he wasn't a ghost. David swallowed hard, walked forward and hugged him. "I thought they'd murdered you." David's voice cracked as he searched Hero's eyes. "I came with tools at midnight, but . . . " he stopped and grabbed his brother again with more energy. "I heard your voice back there, but couldn't see you . . . thought I was imagining things. I can't believe this." David finished off, holding his brother at arm's length to survey any changes. "You're thinner." he pronounced as he smacked him in the side of the stomach. "I can barely recognize you." Hero gasped and doubled over as pain from the burn whipped through his body. Anxiety covered David's features and he grabbed Hero's arm, "You're hurt?" "Side effects of being stupid," Hero grunted out, getting his breath. "Don't worry; it's only a problem when people slap it. "I'm sorry." David apologized, "What happened to you? No wait, come with me. Melsia will want to know you are alive. She took it very hard when I told her." David pointed toward the same woods where Hero had left Brucania. "That is probably understating it. She cried for a week straight." "You really counted me as dead?" Hero asked solemnly, knowing the answer though he asked. "Do you believe I would have left you otherwise?" David reproved. "I tortured the ambassador Miro for your body. But he wouldn't tell me." David's voice became brittle.

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"Miro wouldn't have known where it was." Hero answered briefly. "He was innocent?" David asked quietly. "Oh no, far from it. He was the one who betrayed me to the Roman's. He is my next stop." Hero finished, as Bruca­ nia followed at a distance. "He's dead." David answered, leading the way through the darkness. Hero understood and didn't reply as he fol­ lowed his brother's lead.

"Melsia, you won't believe who I found." David motioned for his brother to wait outside a few seconds. Hero entered and Melsia flew across the room jumping into his arms. Hero gritted his teeth in a snarling smile as his side got the unexpected shot. "I thought you were dead," she exclaimed, bouncing to the ground and looking him over. "You're so much thinner," she declared. "though I like your beard." David laughed, "I just said the same thing." "Where have you been? What happened to you?" Melsia kept a hand on his arm. "Neither of those are quickly answered." 'fue you hungry?" She asked brightly as she pulled a bowl and cup from a shelf and approached the fire in the corner, "David hasn't eaten yet. You can tell us as you eat." "I accept gratefully. Do you have enough for another as well? He has traveled with me for a long distance. He'll be here in a moment." Hero nodded toward the door expec­ tantly. "Of course." she exclaimed, pushing some soup and bread in front of Hero and retreating to fill a cup with wine.

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"We don't get rations with the rest of the camp, so we eat quite a bit better." She explained as Hero gave David an approving nod on inspecting the soup. Three knocks came on the door, followed by two more. Hero started to call for Brucania to enter when David stopped him. David rose from his seat and opened the door, bowing his head low as Hannibal entered the room. "Food smelling that good should be banned while cam­ paigning." he sniffed the air. "Unless it's for me." Hannibal exclaimed when he walked in. "Would you like some?" David asked. Hannibal greeted Melsia, his glance sweeping past Hero, at the table. He gave a start and stared when he recognized him. "By the Gods, I thought you were dead." Hero chuckled as Hannibal's hand grabbed his shoulder in a vice-like grip which Hero guessed was mostly a test to ensure he was indeed flesh and blood. "I was bored with death and have returned. Yes, I am flesh," He pried the fin­ gers from their attachment to his shoulder. "You'll have to tell me about what happened to you some day. I've missed having flames of oil coming down around me," The smile faded as his thoughts turned elsewhere. Melsia watched from the corner in admiration at the ease which Hero conversed with Hannibal. "What's going on in the city?" Hannibal asked David abruptly. "Not good." David began pacing in front of the fire. "The man I bribed was murdered two nights ago. I don't know how they found him, but when I tried to get in touch with the group he had set up, they had scattered and gone into hiding. The good news, in one respect, is their food supplies are starting to run low. Another two months and

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Saguntum will be out of food completely." David sat and leaned back at the table. "What about our mines?" Hannibal asked, tapping his thigh with his finger in frustration. "They are running counter-mines that will meet ours perfectly within the next week. I think they must have an informant in our ranks. Perhaps they had someone slip down the wall." David offered as an explanation, "The bad news is they know I am a spy. There was a large party combing the city searching for me when I escaped. They had a very detailed description of me." David finished talking, and dis­ creetly ate of mouthful of soup. "Months wasted." Hannibal growled. "Too bad they know you; I needed you to go in there again. Should I keep waiting for the good news?" Hannibal shook his head. "Seven months and they still mock us!" he exclaimed, pacing in frustration. "If they knew David was in there, they will be on their guard. I'll need to gain their trust." Hero mulled as Hanni­ bal's expression lightened. "I'll need lots of food tonight," he added as a plan spawned in his brain. "You are not leaving already!" Melsia exclaimed. "You have only returned." An awkward silence followed her declaration and she retreated to the fireplace, stirring the soup rapidly. Hero shrugged and began outlining his plan as the other two lis­ tened with growing hope. "I have another job for you David." Hannibal nodded solemnly and gave additional orders. ***

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A bald head popped over the side, '1\.rcher!" The man signaled to an archer further down. "I'm here to help. Drop a rope down to take this food." Hero dropped to his knees, pointing to a huge bag resting on the ground. The guard began talking to the archer, who ran off After the archer returned, a rope dropped over the side, as the guard in charge popped his head over the wall again. Lower­ ing the bags, Hero tied the food to the rope. The rope rose, and the bag bounced its way up the wall until at the top it was unloaded and dropped for the next load which Brucania had at his feet. Brucania repeated the process Hero had com­ pleted. As the second bundle was tied-off, Hero waved for them to lift as he and Brucania headed down the hill toward the trees. '1\re you coming up?" The bald man asked as the rope came swinging down. "Meet me here tomorrow. I'll bring some more." Hero waved once more, slipping into the darkness followed by Brucania. "Hello there, friend." The bald man leaned out as the rope swung down. "You'll like some of this!" Hero grinned as he lowered his bag next to the rope, "The meat was stolen from Hannibal's selection." Even separated by twenty feet, Hero could see the man's eyes gleam with appreciation. Hero discreetly winked at Brucania who was tying the rope off Dogs started barking in the distance as Hero glanced toward the woods alarmed. "Quick, lower the rope!" Hero said through cupped hands, careful to not raise his voice. The clog's bays were getting closer as the rope swung down again. Brucania and Hero frantically tied the bags to

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the rope signaling for them to lift. The bags soared through the air, pulled by several pairs of hands. Hero waved and started for the woods, but hearing the dogs close, he crouched and scanned both ways before running parallel with the wall with Brucania following closely. The guards on the wall perceived their predicament and ran with them on top of the wall. "Grab the rope." The bald man cried, throwing the rope down. Hero stopped and grabbed the rope, handing it to Bruca­ nia, who shook his head in refusal. "Go up that rope!" Hero yelled, tying it around Bruca­ nia's waist. As the Carthaginian patrols swept toward them up the hill, Hero signaled for the men to pull. He continued his race down the wall, glancing at Bruca­ nia who had reached the top. The archer on the wall loosed an arrow, downing one of the pursuers which made them pause. At the same time, the men spotted Hero, before unno­ ticed and ran after him, bellowing revenge. Hero began to run, when the bald man, who had made good use of the pursuers pause, shouted again, "Grab the rope!" dropping it in front of Hero. Seizing hold, Hero walked up the wall, not waiting for the men on top. The Carthaginians ran under him, jumping as high as they could in an attempt to cut Hero's legs off. He was just out of their reach, leaving them angrier than before. "Good timing." Hero breathed when he reached the top. He saw the last of the soldiers disappear quickly into trees, retreating before the lone archer, leaving five dead or wounded comrades behind.

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"What happened?" Hero asked on noticing the blood flowing from Brucania's right forearm. Brucania either didn't hear, or didn't care about the wound; he was furiously waving his arms at the wall, the whites of his eyes looking even larger under the moon. "I know; I don't think they know we're working with them." Hero replied, surveying the familiar surroundings. "We're in the shadow district. Time to let them know an attack is pending." Hero headed toward the crowd. "Get the tools we need and go to the temple of Diana." Hero pointed to the crest of the hill where the outline of the building stood out against the moonlit sky. Brucania nod­ ded and was soon lost to sight. Hero worked his way toward the bald man who had helped them, "There is something pressing." Hero leaned close and whispered in the man's ear, "Carthag­ inian forces are mobilizing for an attack on the western slope." "We will need to convene the Senate and lay this out for them." The man spit in frustration as he talked. Hero clutched his arm, whispering fiercely, '1\.t least have the troops in readiness for orders. If they attack and we aren't prepared... " Hero left the rest to the man's imagination.

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The man rubbed his bald head, followed by his thick beard. "Nubilus, assemble the Senators. Tell them it's an emergency." He patted Hero on the back in a friendly ges­ ture, "I'll assemble the troops at the breach and hope our repairs hold. You go pray for our survival." Giving Hero one more slap the back, the man ran to call up the citizens. 'just where I was headed." Hero mumbled to himself, proceeding turned toward his rendezvous at the temple. "You're almost done with this side, good work." Hero said as he gathered his own tools. "Roughen that a little bit. It can't look like we used tools." Hero pointed at a smooth spot and moved to the opposite side. "I'll get started here." Brucania nodded his head and continued his work after using the tail of his tunic to wipe the perspiration from his forehead. Several minutes later Brucania laid a hand on Hero's shoulder, pointing toward the battle at the wall. "We need to hurry." Hero whispered in agreement as noise of fighting began dying down. Help me pull." Hero handed Brucania the other end of a rope. "Pull ! " Hero and Brucania both grunted as they pulled with all their strength. The crash reverberated through the empty streets. They stepped back to inspect their handiwork smugly. "Final step." Hero kneeled, placing a hand sized statue of Tanit on the ground at the head of the figure of Diana. "Now we wait." Hero said as he and Brucania removed their tools and melted into the darkness. ***

"It sounds like they found it." Hero said as he rose from his seat on the ground inside the same dirty house he had

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shared with Melsia and in which he had been betrayed by Senator Miro. The memory was still as fresh as the day it happened. Brucania cocked his head to one side, listening to the commotion in the streets. "Let's see what the din is all about." Hero unlatched the frail wooden door and found, as expected, the city in an uproar. Groups of people were gathered everywhere, talking cautiously. Hero and Brucania joined those who were mak­ ing their way to the temple. Once there, they gathered with the sizeable crowd who were milling around the fallen statue of Diana. Hero moved closer to hear what the lone speaker was saying, realizing it was the new high priest of Diana. " . . . temporarily turned her face from us. We must show her our devotion that she may look on our peril with mercy. We shall sacrifice all of the meat remaining to appease her displeasure." Hero walked away in disgust as the priest con­ tinued chastising the people. "Quick, let's sacrifice what's left of our meat because a statue fell over." Hero whispered disdainfully as they made their way to the small shack. Brucania pointed to the temple in a questioning gesture, not having understood the priest's announcement. Hero translated and added in a low voice, "I didn't foresee that. I foresaw panic . . . which is what our next step will be." ***

"Hang in there." Hero muttered to Brucania three weeks later as they sat across from each other on the ground. "It seems their idea of sacrificing meat didn't help matters. I wonder if they regret doing that. I know I regret them doing it." Hero's stomach growled loudly as he stared at the small

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morsel of bread in his hand. A thin voice started singing a song of mourning outside the house walls. Hero reflected that the simple solution to the staiVation lay in surrender. The senseless pride of the elite would rather condemn them and all others to death rather than accept humiliation. He forced his thoughts from the present and thought of Renea as the voice continued its haunting tune of death. Bruca­ nia placed a hand on Hero's shoulder, pulling him from his revene. .

"Let's finish this." Hero sighed as he accepted Brucania's extended hand and pulled himself to his feet. "Make sure they're empty." Lighting a torch off of a small light flicker­ ing on the table, he nodded his head toward the door and followed Brucania into the night. "You men!" Hero yelled urgently, running toward the group of guards at the gate and pointing toward a rapidly spreading blaze, "We need help before it gets out of control it's already spread to three houses." Hero ran off, followed by all but one of the soldiers who was hastily ordered to keep watch. Hero nodded to Brucania who remained in the shadows. Others had gathered since Hero left and were desper­ ately throwing sand around the base, trying to stop it from spreading. The fire defied their efforts and sparked the house across the street which soon engulfed. "It's useless!" Hero shouted as screams came from the gate. The body of men, two hundred strong raised their heads at the sound. As one, they raced to Saguntum's gate, draw­ ing their swords. With sand still in his hands, Hero followed only to stop on witnessing Carthaginian troops pouring into the city.

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The youngest of those from the gate spun on Hero. "You have betrayed us to the enemy! You shall die for this." The man lifted his sword to strike as Hero threw the sand into his face. The young man shouted an oath and rubbed his eyes while Hero sprinted away from the gate toward the wall. At the wall, Hero lunged for the side, grabbed hold of a waiting rope and began sliding down. He was half way down when the young soldier's head appeared above him. He laughed as he hacked at Hero's rope with his sword. The soldier didn't enjoy the amusement long, being stabbed multiple times in the back. The soldier's body flew over the wall as Hero made the same journey. The ground rushed at Hero as his rope broke and he landed hard. Everything went black. ***

"Hero? Can you hear me? Hero?" The voice faded in and out, accompanied by a violent pounding pain in Hero's head. The throbbing very nearly drowned out coherent thought, except for the desire to destroy the blinding light which intensified the throb. Hero's fingers rose attempting to block the sun from his eyes. A shadow moved between him and the sunlight. "Hello Renea, you going to heal me again?" Hero mum­ bled, rolling his head from side to side. Dismay, and something more, passed over Melsia's face. "Renea?" she asked quietly, grabbing Hero's free hand. Hero forced his mind to focus. He felt the grass under him itching his neck and saw Brucania standing a short dis­ tance behind Melsia under the shade of a tree. "I'm fine." Hero said as he pushed himself to a sitting position on the ground. As the pain cleared he asked, "Where's David?"

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looking around and recognizing the house David had taken him to. "David was taken hostage a week ago." Melsia covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a sob. Hero grabbed her hand to steady it, "Melsia, where was he taken?" he asked earnestly. "We just found out two days ago, but I couldn't get to you." Melsia answered calmly, wiping her eyes. "I need some food and changes of clothing." Hero announced as he jumped to his feet, and closed his eyes tight against the pain. "Have you eaten yet?" Hero asked Bru­ cania though his eyes remained shut. "Get us some horses, if you have. I'll get something to eat and change into the proper clothing." "We're ready." Hero announced less than an hour later as he tied the clothing to the side of his horse. "I'm sorry we can't take you." Hero faced Melsia as she brought one last package. "You can stay with the garrison in Saguntum. Tell Hannibal I requested his personal protection for you." "Saguntum is destroyed. The whole town was sacked and burned when they took over. There aren't more than three buildings left standing, one of which is the temple, being built out of stone." Melsia walked through the grass to the opposite side of the clearing and pointed through a break in the dense trees toward the city. Hero gave an angry grunt at the pillar of smoke, nearly a mile wide rising into the sky. ':..\ll were killed?" Hero asked Brucania, who nodded his head in the affirmative. Hero mut­ tered an oath as he took two steps toward the burning town and watched. The sight made its impression and a black scowl settled over his features. Abruptly, he turned from the scene and walked quickly to his horse, preparing to mount.

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Melsia read the outrage in his face and reached forward, hugging him tenderly, "That is for David and you both," Hero gave a slight grimace at the attempt to raise his thoughts, "That's because you don't know me." He said on mounting. "Hero, how do you know Renea?" Melsia asked as she stepped away from the horse. "That. . . is a long story." Hero replied, reaching for her hand and squeezing it comfortingly, "I'll bring David soon." Kicking his horse into motion, Hero headed north, followed by Brucania.

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Hero pointed toward the camp shrouded in the early morning fog, '�re you sure?" He asked their young guide. The kid nodded his head, not understanding a word of what Hero was saying. Hero handed a cold coin to the boy. "Rome thanks you for your services." The boy bowed low, "Rome is great." repeating a memorized line as he took the coin and vanished into the trees. "I felt a great deal of sincerity there." Hero smirked at Brucania, tossing a second coin into the air and catch­ ing it before placing it in his bag. "Let's hope David is here. Two weeks on horseback is enough for me." He massaged the inside of his leg and walked into the hostile village. ***

The swarming men of the village looked like ants in the early morning fog, until they saw Hero and sur­ rounded him. The chieftain and his interpreter were summoned quickly, being one of four who could speak Latin, but the only two that could make decisions.

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"You have acted badly in this matter." Hero pronounced loudly to the chieftain after their initial greetings were over. "You should have informed Rome when you captured the Carthaginian spy. Instead, we found out through our agents in your clan." The chieftain glanced around suspiciously, studying his men as those who understood passed Hero's words to their neighbor, and each in their turn searched faces for the trai­ tor. "Krenzik does not forget where his allegiance lies." The chief lifted his chin high into the air as he spoke. "Rome's first demand is that you release the traitor to my charge." Hero put a heavy emphasis on demand, though he wasn't sure they understood Latin well enough to pick up the meaning. Krenzik's back went stiff as his men murmured angrily at Hero's haughty demeanor. Nodding his head slowly in understanding, the chief signaled for one of the attending young men to bring David. Hero saw they were agreeing and added quickly, "This is Rome's first demand upon your . . . clan." Hero circled Kren­ zik with eyes full of contempt as the man retrieving David stopped, "Rome demands one hundred of your fattest sheep for the use of the army. They are to be delivered by the next new moon." Whispering translations flew and the chieftain signaled for quiet from the crowd, which had grown considerably with the news of Hero's presence. "We have heard . . . " the chieftain began. "The last of Rome's demands," Hero interrupted the chief, "is one hundred of your warriors accompany the sheep to serve in our campaign against Iberia." Hero looked around the circle of men that had gathered, hoping he hadn't pushed them too far. The anger that had manifested itself in

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gestures among themselves now showed itself in a deathly silence. "We will grant your request." Krenzik answered amid the murmur of surprised rage at his response. "The spy shall be brought as you requested." The chief signaled again for the man to bring David. David was led into the gathering, and seeing Hero began to greet him when Hero hurriedly accused him, "You have betrayed your country and family for the last time. Our allies," Hero's gaze swept the circle contemptuously, "have given you to justice." Krenzik began to speak, "We have heard much about the greatness of Rome. But today we see only weakness in arro­ gance. It is this arrogance which has cost Rome our alliance and your life." Krenzik finished as the circle of men collapsed on Hero, dragging him toward the woods. They knelt him on the ground before a small rivulet. "Your body shall remain here long after our tribe resumes its place in the plains of Gallia." The chief signaled for Hero to be executed. Hero moved his head and saw Brucania had followed them and was preparing to charge the group with his drawn sword. He gave a subtle shake of the head, disguising it as a sneeze. Brucania took the signal and hid himself behind a tree, still close enough to act. "My lord Krenzik." David called out loudly, alarmed at seeing the change in position. "This man must die," pointing to Hero as he spoke, "but he is not yours to kill . " Krenzik nodded his head. Walking to the man who held the sword over Hero's head, he took it and handed it to David. "I shall honor your request." Hero allowed a slight smile as he stared at the ground. Rolling his head sideways Hero growled, "Kill me now,

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I will never tell you what you seek." He said spitting toward David's feet. David took the cue and faced Krenzik, "I would take this man prisoner. I must have the information he carries. I have been accused of treason in our tribe and he can clear my name." David added as he bowed his head low in respect. "He is yours." Krenzik answered, placing his hand on David's shoulder. "Our tribe agrees to an alliance with Car­ thage. Consider us now at war with Rome." Krenzik left abrupdy, followed by the rest of the tribe who were sorely dissatisfied with the lack of blood spilt. David yanked Hero to his feet, "You will tell me or die scum!" Hero pulled away, but David shoved him to the ground, "This will be your final resting place if you try that again. Now move." The departing clan glanced back approv­ ingly at the harsh treatment, and nodded their heads endors­ ing the Roman's downfall. "Let's get into the woods." He ordered as he pushed Hero into the trees. They were joined by Brucania as they climbed to the top of the hill, often using small trees for handholds before surveying the valley below and stopping to rest. "To think these are tiny foothills com­ pared to what Hannibal must cross." Hero pointed north where the towering mountains could be seen. "I'm assuming your plan was successful in Saguntum?" David began the descent down the opposite side of the hill. "When I left, I had fallen from Saguntum's walls, which had fallen to us." Hero changed the conversation, not want­ ing to discuss the carnage witnessed. "Oh, Melsia sends her greetings to you." Hero added when he remembered, giving David a questioning glance which didn't go unnoticed. "Is there something you want to tell your older brother?" Hero asked as a slight blush came to David's cheeks.

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"Older by two minutes perhaps." David replied rue­ fully, knowing he had given himself away. "She has special qualities, more than any other girl I have met." he added assertively. "What are we to do?" Hero sighed playfully, "In all seri­ ousness though, she is a very nice girl and neither of you have family." A twinkle came to his eye, "Except I am your older brother," and a mischievous smile crossed his face, "which means you need my permission to marry . . . No," Hero stated emphatically, "I cannot approve of this match. She deserves someone more mature." Hero continued as David laughed, "I think Entero would do well for her." David's laugher turned to a grin. "Entero was promoted while you were away," He replied at Hero's mention of their friend. "Really?l What for?" Hero asked, surprised. "Hannibal has resurrected the Sacred Band after twenty or so years... " David was interrupted. "What?! Who would have thought we would see their reforming in our time?! Entero must feel honored to be lead­ ing citizens of Carthage for glory." Pride crept into Hero's voice as he envisioned the reestablishment of the Sacred Band. "The politicians may be corrupt to our shame, but the Sacred Band will restore the respect Carthage once commanded." "Hannibal's step brother Mago, who is very well spoken of, is over him, but Entero is in command." David held a tree branch for Hero and Brucania to walk through. "Therino was invited to join the Senatorial ranks by our grandfather, Sena­ tor Impotus, shortly after you disappeared seven months ago. It was pretty big news in the cavalry. As you know, Therino was a rather polarizing figure. Even when removed it caused a division. His allies claimed it was for his efforts, while his

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cynics said it was damage control. Plant accompanied him to Carthage." "It's weird how the uncle is an unabashed coward and the nephew rises by his merit to a position over the Sacred Band, no less. Do you meet with Entero anymore?" Hero asked as they left the woods and entered the clearing where the horses were tied. "I haven't met with Entero since the change, though he was the one who helped me find and question Senator Miro about your body." David added as an afterthought, approaching one of the horses. "Krenzik took all of the gifts I was provided with. Looks like I'll be continuing on without bribes." David ruefully hugged his brother before lifting him­ self into the saddle. "Take care of yourself" Hero rubbed the horse's nose in a friendly greeting to the beast. Give my love to Melsia." David wheeled his horse around, "and try; just try to be subtle about it. 'Hello Melsia, David loves you is not what I consider understated." Grinning, he kicked his horse into motion, waving his hand in farewell. Hero watched his brother ride off and sighed, "We have another long ride ahead of us." Hero said to Brucania as they mounted and began the journey south to the army's position again. ***

"Hero?" Entero said in awe when he opened the door to the house just outside of camp. "I swear by the gods I didn't know of the betrayal until afterwards." Entero dropped to his knees as his face became whiter than sand. "I did not betray David intentionally." Entero bowed his head as if expecting Hero's ghost to strike him dead.

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"What betrayal are you talking about?" Hero's asked, puzzled. "I just came for some food, I was hungry." Entero tentatively stuck his hand out and touched Hero's shoulder. "David said you were dead," He said in astonish­ ment as he rose to his feet. His gaze moved past Hero as he hurriedly motioned him inside, "They've been watching my house for David to return." True to his word, several Carthaginian soldiers approached the house at a run with swords drawn. Entero slammed the door shut as Hero dropped the bar across it. A tremendous crash jolted the door as the soldiers charged it with their shoulders. "They'll take the whole wall down if they hit it like that again." Entero muttered when there was a brief silence. The door shuddered again and dust dislodged from the wall which shook hard from the impact. Hero gingerly lifted the board from behind the door and handed it to Entero. Entero angled his blade at the opening and waited. The door burst with a crack as Hero raised his knife and sliced the throat of the first soldier who ran past. The second sol­ dier barreled into the room and impaled himself on Entero's sword. Entero struck the third in the head, as he tried to regain his feet when he stumbled over a body sprawled on the ground. Hero jumped on the back of the last man to enter and stabbed him squarely in the chest. The remaining four guards, on seeing their comrades dispatched seconds after entering the house, rushed toward the open door. Hero threw his only knife, impaling one of the men in the above the knee, bringing him to the ground. Grabbing one of the dead soldier's weapons, Hero disap­ peared from their sight behind the door. The first guard rushed through to a sword swinging full force into his chest.

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As the man fell, he was shoved aside by the last two comrades who ran at Hero and Entero. Hero found himself hard pressed hard by a small man. What the man lacked in stature, he made up for in speed. He drew first blood by striking Hero's arm deeply. Hero lifted his sword above his head and drove downwards. The soldier lifted his sword in defense, but Hero's strike was too power­ ful and it sundered the man's sword and head, down to his chin. Pulling the sword loose, Hero strode to Entero's oppo­ nent who was pressing hard and placed the blade none too kindly against the man's neck. The man stopped mid strike and dropped to his knees in submission. Entero grabbed the leg of a broken table and brought it down hard on the man's head from behind. "Ouch." Hero cringed as the man's body crumpled, senseless. "You could have been a little gentler." Hero added as he prodded the man's body with his foot. "Maybe I should do the honors." Hero said as he took the table leg out of Entero's hand, heading toward the door and the last remain­ ing soldier. The man outside had removed the dagger from his leg which Hero had thrown and was dragging himself to the trees. He had hauled himself twenty feet before collapsing to the ground in a heap. "We have allowed your friend to live." Hero said as the man gripped his sword, preparing to fight. "This is for our protection." Hero shook the log in his hand. The sword dropped from the man's hand and he straight­ ened his shoulders for the blow which summarily followed. The man's body collapsed to the ground. ':And you said I hit hard!" Entero retorted with a glance at the crumpled body.

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'�h, you're just mad I called you on it." Hero grinned as he dragged the body into the house with his good arm, closing and barring the door behind them. "Now tell me about my brother as I bandage my arm and this guy's leg." Hero ordered, squatting in front of the still bleeding leg. ***

"David has a bounty on his head?" Hero repeated incred­ ulously as Entero finished speaking. "You said you'd seen David?" Entero walked to the fire, scooped some rabbit stew into his bowl and grabbed a loaf of black bread, "Didn't he tell you?" Turning he raised his eyebrow in Hero's direction. "He was probably trying to keep me from getting involved." Hero replied after taking the bread Entero offered. "You? Not get involved? Right . . . " Entero and Hero grinned at the outrageous idea. They finished their meal and supervised the now revived soldiers as they dug a grave for their comrades. When this was complete they tied them for questioning later and left the house to meet with Hannibal.

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"David has probably rejoined Hannibal by now. It's been three weeks . . . yeah; he must be finished in the Pyr­ enees by now." Hero spoke out loud to Brucania who was riding beside him. "With Hannibal marching on the Catalonians, the tribes in the mountains won't be as receptive to David's advances." Hero said, trying to con­ vince himsel£ He pointed to the right as they reached a fork in the road. "We're the ones in Roman territory, David should pity us!" He came out of his trance to the coarse shouts of many men. Brucania had already drawn his sword and was await­ ing Hero's order. Hero drew his own sword and held his hand up for silence. The clashing of steel, only feet away spooked Hero's horse, and as his mount reared, he flew through the air landing in the dirt. He rolled to his knees, and stood, quickly as the noise moved closer. A stampede of horses crashed through the under­ brush, kicking up a cloud of dust. Running passed swiftly through Hero's mind, but the flurry of horse legs between his position and safety in all directions rendered the idea futile. As he dodged a large black stallion, a hoof clipped

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Hero on the side of the head, knocking him to the ground. Curling himself into a tight ball, he waited for what seemed an eternity, but was really only seconds until the road was clear. Brucania approached and offered his hand to a visibly shaken Hero. He then brushed the dust from his clothing. "That was wild�" Hero's hands still shook slightly as he brushed at the dust. Brucania pointed after the men fighting and then at Hero's back. When Hero didn't understand, he made a whipping motion on his back. "Potitus? Here? Now?" Hero exclaimed. Rushing for his horse, he leaped into the saddle with Brucania following closely. Their plans were waylaid before they had time to move when the other band returned, and surrounded them. "You must pay for the use of our protection." A rough bearded man snarled. The language was Latin, but broken and imperfect as used by their tribal allies. "We protect you, you provide for us; that's how it works." Hero understood perfectly that this was a shakedown, and because of it, Poti­ tus had gotten away. "There is always another way." Another man spoke up. His voice had a cultured tone, betraying his Roman origins. "Four of my friend just died. That is worth a lot more than you are paying us. I am only asking these good citi­ zens to do their part." The last was said in a more sin­ ister tone as the rough stranger stroked the handle of his sword. "Your thoroughness in the fight against the vagabonds that roam these lanes is appreciated and I gladly accept your offer to share in what little wealth belongs to me." Reaching down, Hero handed the man a purse with three gold coins in it; which was a considerable sum.

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The fierce faces lightened at the unexpected amount and their leader signified there would be no further search upon their person. He added over his shoulder to the well-spoken man behind, "This is generous. We can now continue." "Have you had a decent meal recently?" The Roman asked ignoring the rough man's orders. "Our last meal was yesterday evening." Hero answered. "Come, join us. We shall have hot food this evening." the man urged as Hero dismounted, accepting the proposal eagerly. "My name is Mico Perinth." The man nodded his head in greeting as they made their way through the trees. Hero nodded, introducing himself and Brucania in turn. "Your men have an admirable sense of obedience." He com­ mented sarcastically. "They are paid soldiers." Mico replied with a rueful expression. "What is your goal out here?'' Hero asked, not convinced of the weak display he'd witnessed. "Surely, not petty rob­ bery, based on what happened just now." Mico smiled, "Your perception is acute. Today is a minor setback, but it won't stop me." Mico paused suddenly, throw­ ing an accusing glance toward Hero, "Why are you inter­ ested in my affairs?" Hero stumbled in his reply, not sure how to answer the direct question. "I'm sorry." Mico interjected, "I've become . . . paranoid to a fault by recent events." Mico sighed heavily. As they reached a clearing in the trees and the smell of hot food met them, Mico nodded toward a man com­ ing toward them in the clearing, "This is Lencia, once the personal cook for Potitus Cromenia." Mico didn't miss the subtle change in Hero's expression at the name. "We have .

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both suffered terrible losses at the hands of that man." Hero watched as the cook's eyes grew wide with alarm as Brucania emerged from behind and witnessed Brucania return the shocked expression with one of extreme hate. His forehead furrowed and his eyes narrowed to black pin-points as Hero lifted an enquiring brow. "Come, let's eat." Mico pointed toward the other side of the clearing. Hero lagged behind with Brucania. "Is something wrong?" He said, motioning discretely toward Lencia ahead of them. Brucania slowly drew his knife, looked around to make sure no one else would notice and stabbed Hero with the butt end. "Like that?" Hero murmured, eyeing Brucania who nod­ ded his head in deadly earnest. '� right, we'll need to watch him." Hero cautioned gravely before joining Mico, who had reached the fire. '1\ren't you worried someone could spot this fire from the path?" Hero eyed a large roaring fire where roughly ten men were seated comfortably. "Not at all," Mico replied, indicated the way they had come. "The lane splits off toward the north from here. Unless someone climbs a tree, or spots us from the creek to the south, no one can see the smoke." Mico appreciatively poked the meat hanging over the fire. "Where do you call home?" He asked, using his knife to cut a sliver. '1\.t this point, my home is right here." Hero lowered his voice so no others could hear as he watched his companion's reaction. "Your language is of the highest order. Are you of noble birth?" Mico liked Hero's open expression, but was wary of alliances.

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Hero followed Mico's example and leaned forward to smell the meat before cutting himself a thick slice, "I lived with a noble family for a period of time." Hero checked to make sure it was cooked before ripping off a large bite with his teeth. "I'm afraid I can't tell you why I'm here." Hero said with his full mouth. '�d I thought you were about to tell me." Mico lifted a silver goblet and took a deep drink. "I'll honor your secrets. You said you lived with a noble family? What family?" Something about the way his mouth twitched caught Hero's attention. He searched the man's features very closely, recognizing him from somewhere. "I lived with the Here­ sha family," Hero paused a moment as he realized he didn't know much more than that. "Renea?" Mico asked, clearly impressed, for a second his meat lay forgotten and a faraway look shadowed his eyes. "Where are they living now?" Mico spoke almost to himself. "We were on the coast, south of Capua in a town called Puteoli. We moved to Capua later." Hero offered. "I'm glad you knew, I had entirely forgotten the name. As my father tells the story, he asked Renea's mother to marry him at that house on top of a majestic hill overlooking the sea which was crimson in the sunset. Of course, he was rejected, which I'm sure made the water look more like blood. This was long before I or Renea was born." He added quickly on seeing Hero's surprised expression. "Then I came along and did the exact same thing, at the exact same place with the exact same result." Mico chuckled, "But I was only fourteen when I asked. It's something of a consolation to think that Renea didn't take me seriously." Mico's eyes danced with merriment, "I love hearing about every new treaty offered for her and as quickly rejected by Cornelius. He's defied the customs of old and allowed her the choice in husband. That

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doesn't sit well for most of us rejects. We devised a name for him,

''pallens tergum."

It stands for his lack of spine." Mico

offered Hero a drink from a skin, which was refused before filling his own goblet again. Hero smiled at being able to safely talk of Renea, but felt it wise to change the subject at the first opportunity. "Tell me how Potitus earned your hatred." Hero prompted. "I had never heard the name until a few days ago when I returned home to find my house a smoldering ruin. The men who fought the fire said Father was inside the house scream­ ing in pain." Mica's brow darkened as he recounted the details. "So I got some men and we've given chase since." "Then Lencia showed up? Potitus is not the type of man to easily lose a slave, believe me." Mico followed Hero's eyes, "I found him in a small house half a day's ride from the wreckage. His leg was bleeding profusely. He offered to help catch his former master so . . . He's the one who told me Potitus was heading to Genua. We found out on the way there that he changed course for . . . " Mico waved around and threw a bone into the fire in frustra­ tion. "Now I wonder at your interest in the man." "Why would he come this far from the coast to

kill your

father? And to do it with such brutality." Hero leaned against a fallen log thoughtfully. "Near the coast? You speak as if he was a professional murderer." Mico leaned closer. "Who is he?" "I don't know for sure, but I would guess a leader of pirates. He normally does on the seas what you have wit­ nessed him do on land. " Hero wondered for a moment if he should show the map he had stolen, "You'll have to take my word on it." Hero decided to make a copy before sharing it. "Why would he go so far north to murder your father?" Hero repeated, rubbing his hair in frustration.

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"Lencia didn't mention anything about piracy." Mico showed the first sign of suspicion. He used the opportunity of tossing a bone over his shoulder to observe what Lencia was doing. "He isn't, nor ever was Potitus' cook. Lencia was the man he counted on most." Hero hoped fervently Brucania's infor­ mation was correct. "Come, let's wash before sleep. There is some very clean water at the river bend." Mico changed the subject, lead­ ing Hero toward a small spring where Hero washed his long journey off before going to bed. Hero slept fitfully that night, every hour or so he would walk around the camp to quell his agitation until midnight when he finally fell into a deep sleep full of dark dreams. A scream lurched him awake with a gasp. Hero sprung to his feet on seeing Mico pulling a knife out of Lencia who was lying dead at his feet. Hero's voice failed him and he cleared his throat, "Did I miss something?" "Uneasy would be the best way to describe my sleep," Mico wiped the blade across the Lencia's chest, "I heard him return from leaving camp and then saw him stand­ ing over you. Let's see if we can find where this rat went." Mico walked deeper into the woods followed by Hero and Brucania who had awoken at Hero's yell. The remaining mercenaries stood around the body murmuring among themselves. "He didn't make much of an effort to conceal his trail." Hero commented wryly as they followed Brucania's lead over the clearly broken trail easily visible in the little moonlight fil­ tering its way through the trees.

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"He met someone here." Hero said when Brucania pointed out hoof marks in a small clearing. "Whoever he met left in a hurry." A burned out hole still smoldered and small tongue of fire licked up despite the water hastily poured over it. "Somebody must want you dead if they sent Lencia to do immediately." "Then why leave? How would they know if he was suc­ cessful?" Hero mused. A grunt from Brucania and the sound of a galloping horse behind and to their right followed. Hero and Mico rushed toward Brucania in time to see a rider glance behind as he rode away. "That must have been Potitusl" Mico drew his sword and swung it into a tree in frustration. Hero helped Brucania who was resting on one knee after taking a kick to the chest. "We must go now. Thank you for your hospitality." "I have seven men to offer if you intend to hunt for Poti­ tus." Mico offered eagerly. "I would vouch for three of them with my life. They sailed with my father for many years." "I don't trust your men." Hero returned to camp with a quick stride. "Sailed?" "Father has sailed since the last war with Carthage. He was given command in the new fleet after the first fleet was decimated in the great storm; he never looked back." Mico didn't need to explain the devastating storm that destroyed the Roman fleet twenty two years earlier, taking nearly a hundred thousand lives in the process. Hero stopped and spun on Mico "I don't trust your men, and I don't know you. I'm sorry, I can't take the chance." He continued on.

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Mico followed even closer to Hero. "I was not close with my father. That is a well known fact to those who know me, but I will not stand upon this indignity to my family. Have you no honor?"

"If Potitus murdered my father, I would be infuriated at his actions and would probably kill any who stood in my way. But he did not, that was done by another." Hero stopped againjust outside the camp, showing his frrst signs of relenting. "Leave your mercenaries and I will help you gain justice." Mico grabbed Hero's arm, followed by an energetic embrace. "It is done." The passionate outburst acted as a catalyst for Hero's memory. Instead of hunting his father's killer, which was his current occupation, Hero remembered watching Mico from a roof top arguing with another young man in Saguntum about the murder of a pro Carthaginian official in the city. This affirmed his decision to accompany the man to whom he empathized regarding his loss. They reached the clearing to find it empty of

all but six

horses. Three of these were beside their masters who were preparing to mount. Hero held back as Mico approached his father's sailors. The meeting was brief and he saw Mico hand a coin to each of them. They then mounted and rode away, leaving the three alone. Mico shrugged on rejoining them, "It seems I was the gainer by our bargain. The men would have left me anyway." "Convenient that they buried Lencia." Mico laughed. "So what is your feud with Potitus?" Hero approached their horses. "I was falsely accused of murder." He omitted the lashings on his back. "Oh."

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"Understand, this common goal does not make my affairs your own." Hero warned as he loaded his horse. "Your terms are acceptable, considering the object. Mico bowed his head in acquiescence. "You shall not hear any questions from me." Brucania shook his head in half surprise half warning. "He's decent." Hero whispered as he justified, and placed the bit inside the horse's mouth. Brucania shook his head again, walking off to get his saddle. Hero pressed his fingers to his eyes in frustration, knowing within himself that taking Mico wasn't the smartest thing to do, considering his mission for Hannibal.

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Hero surveyed the length of towering walls of Capua from his station in the clump of trees. "Think they'll rec­ ognize us?" Hero asked. Brucania ran his palm down the front of his face, signaling their faces were never seen. Hero walked to the horses where Mico was just returning. "That feels much better." He announced on return­ ing, "I drank too much water this morning." "I beg you Mica to spare us the details of your pri­

vate life."

Hero scoffed as the party mounted to make the

short journey through the gate. Hero took the liberty of greeting the guards, which incited the men to scrutinize them as they traveled through. Brucania gave Hero a reproving glance which Hero ignored. "We should get a place in one of the poorer districts. Perhaps near the commercial district. It there; no one

will

be busiest

will notice us." Hero suggested.

"I took you for higher origins." Mico remarked with revulsion at the proposal. "Don't judge origins by necessity in life." Hero replied distractedly. Hero switched to his native tongue and asked Brucania in an undertone, "On the far side of

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the market. Is that Potitus? He kind of looks like him." Bru­ cania squinted at the figure disappearing around the corner but shrugged since the back of a head was all he could see. Hero slipped from his horse, "Get us a house Brucania. I'll meet you here." He left them behind and made after the figure that had disappeared. The streets in the area were not well maintained with holes every few steps which were the more perilous since he was looking left and right at each junction. His toe did exactly what he expected and caught on an uneven stone. Hero's leg twisted and his right knee crashed painfully to the hard stone road. People glanced at his colorful exclamation, but continued moving. Hero was rubbing his knee and cursing his clum­ siness, when the man he'd been following appeared before him. They both stared at each other in shock, but the other man's expression changed from shock to deadly intent as he entered a side street and was lost from view. Hero tried to push himself up, but his knee wasn't up to a hard chase through the pock-holed streets. Hero and the imperfectly straight building walls limped their way to the market where he found Brucania waiting with some dates in hand. He rushed forward and helped him toward the house they had procured. Hero commented as they approached the entrance, "Not quite what I had in mind. I suppose this will serve our pur­ pose as well though. Our enemies won't consider the best part of town." Brucania gave a slight gurgling sound that was meant to be a laugh. Hero exclaimed, "You are a good man Brucania." Bru­ cania nodded his head in appreciation from under Hero's arm as they walked over the threshold where he was depos­ ited with a servant who led Hero to a private bath.

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Hero grabbed the long thin cloth and pulled it tight under his knee. Relief flooded the sore spot for a second followed by a flash of pain. "Too tight." Hero muttered to himself as he relaxed the bandage and tied it off. Mico leaned against the door frame watching. "Let's hope you don't have to run tonight." He commented wryly, stepping into the room. "It would be a sad day if I found it necessary to run from these people. I need their information; else I would sleep in this luxurious bed." Hero ran his hand across the soft . covenng. "I know you desperately wanted to sleep in a hut, but I couldn't bring myself to that level of defilement." Mico lifted his hands expressively. "I was willing to face your wrath." "I'll try and live with the reckless decision." Hero laughed as he got up from his seat. The smile turned to a grimace as the knee took his full weight. "It's just stiff from not moving." Hero re-assured Mico who stepped forward to help. "I'll be back later tonight." Hero said and limped from the room. "It looks dark." Hero whispered to Brucania as they stared at the dark two story house. "Stay here. If anyone fol­ lows, let me know." Hero left the dark alley and knocked on the door. A minute later a voice could be heard through the door, "Who is it?" "It's me llsia." Hero replied, recognizing the voice inside. The bar was lifted from the door, which opened a crack for the single eye to peek before opening all the way to allow Hero entrance. "Hero? We . . . didn't think we'd see you again." llsia whis­ pered fervently.

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"It's been a long journey," Hero replied, feeling years drop from his shoulders on walking through the door, "I have far to go." He added as Ilsia lit several lamps, giving the room a more comfortable glow. She looked him over closely until her gaze became almost impertinent. "Ilsia?" Hero prodded. "I'll be back." Ilsia flitted up the stairs, leaving Hero alone in the room. Within seconds, light footsteps approached along the landing and down the stairs. Renea was half way down before noticing Hero standing at the bottom. Hero didn't move as he tried to decide whether to approach the stairs or remain where he was. Renea made the decision for him as she hurried down the remaining steps and ran into his arms. Hero's first impulse was to pull away, but he instead held her head close to his chest. "I wasn't sure . . . " He started to say before hearing Renea cry. Renea waved him off as he started to apologize, "It was proclaimed they had captured and executed the escaped slaves. It was to be a lesson for others." She started, wip­ ing her eyes with her hand as she gave a wet smile. "They wouldn't even reveal your burial place." Hero laughed, "Come now, you believed they could catch me? I had a promise to fulfill." He laughed covering his embarrassment. "There was always a faint hope." Renea smiled again, calor rising to her cheeks again. Hero took one of her hands, "Is

all well?"

Renea's composure broke down as she started crying again. With a ragged breath she stilled her tears and answered in a low voice, "Potitus isn't dead. He began his threats as soon they pronounced you executed. He privately demanded

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my hand for Procaneus." She steadied her voice a second time and continued, "When father refused, he accused him of giving Hannibal state secrets." "His son!?" Hero's disgust was evident as they sat on one of the low covered benches. Renea only nodded, gripping his hand tighter. "Senator Markus, a bitter rival of my father's has been pushing the Senate to investigate the claims." She said, not lifting her head from the floor. "This is the same Markus family that will marry Valeria" Hero rose abruptly, hiding a wince as pain to shot through his knee. "This doesn't make sense. He makes a demand for your hand while accusing your father. Mica's father is mur­ dered for no apparent reason. This reeks of conspiracy." Hero continued in frustration. "It would probably be better to just

kill the man and be done." A loud

thump outside the

house interrupted this angry exclamation. Hero jumped, startled and motioned for Renea to stay in the room. Hero limped quickly to the door and lifted the bar. Outside he found Brucania and Mico struggling on the ground. Hero placed his knife against Mica's throat and mur­ mured in his ear, "Settle down." He wiggled his knife to reaf­ firm the threat. Hero brought his other hand crashing down on Mica's head, knocking him senseless. Together, he and Brucania moved the body inside the house. Hero unceremoniously dropped the legs in the entrance hall, hurrying to bolt the door again. Renea was staring at Mica's body when Hero rejoined her. "Who is he?" She asked, her eyes wandering down to the scar on the back of his hand. "I know him." She murmured, instinctively reaching down to touch the scar.

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Hero silently viewed the body, not answering her ques­ tion. Mica moaned and his hand twitched. Renea jumped behind Hero into the shadows. Hero squatted in front of Mica, whose eyelids were fluttering, pleased to feel the pain in his knee subsided in the squatting position. "You hit me." Mica murmured when he saw Hero's face staring down. He rubbed his head, and continued to do so when Hero didn't answer. "Should I have killed you instead?" Hero asked with a smile. Mica glanced up quickly trying to determine if the com­ ment was a threat. "I meant no harm," He began, pausing as Hero raised his eyebrows in anticipation of further expla­ nation. "I suspected you of duplicity after wanting to stay in the slums. Then you snuck out hurt." Mica added more defiantly. "I suppose we are in a quandary." Hero answered, rising as Renea came out of the deeper shadows to stand next to him. "I couldn't understand the pressing need to see your friend, though you are injured. A servant in a noble house­ hold... " Mica commented, rising to his feet as he spoke. Renea blushed lightly before answering, "Don't presume to understand what you do not know." Renea left the room holding her head high. "Why are you really here?" Hero pressed again after she left. Mica squared himself with Hero before answering, "I swear on the gods my previous claim was true. I suspected you of treachery and decided to follow you." "Your oath means nothing considering you swore to ask no questions of my business in Capua; an oath now violated." Hero replied sternly, allowing his anger to surface. "Be gone

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liar. Take your oaths elsewhere." Hero walked to the door and lifted the bar, indicating for Mico to leave. "Know I will find Potitus and kill him; with or without your help." Mico said under his breath, before stalking into the darkness. Hero closed the door part-way, motioned for Brucania to follow Mico, and closed it after he had slipped through the crack. Renea reappeared from behind the door she had used in her retreat. Hero took her offered hand and inspected it closely, "I must go." '1\m I the one that drives you from here?" Renea tried to catch his eye. "If I were absent would you rest? Your knee could use it." She waited vainly for his reply. "So it is me." Hero finally returned her searching gaze. "We are chil­ dren of two nations in a fatal struggle. There will be no reso­ lution to this war without us being the losers. What can I do? I will right what I have made wrong and hope to live in peace after." "You consider Potitus your wrong because it now hurts father and me, but I consider it your right. Right enough to hope that you would do the same things again." Renea smiled, "We leave for Rome tomorrow. You should have no difficulty finding the house of Senator Cornelius once there." "I will see you again." Hero walked to the entrance, giv­ ing an encouraging smile at the door. "I hope." She whispered after he left.

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"He didn't go anywhere else last night?" Hero repeated thoughtfully as Brucania shook his head. "Renea's location is no longer useful if Mica's intentions are not friendly." Hero crouched beside a hole in the floor of their newly acquired house, in which he placed a sack of wheat. He caught himself and pulled it back out, opening the neck to remove some of the gold. "Were you followed when you found our new house?" Brucania shook his head as Hero weighed the coins playfully in his hand. "Think you can follow Mico undetected?" Brucania nodded as he took the offered gold pieces from Hero. "We'll meet soon. I need to find out just how loyal the local government is to the Roman cause. I'll bet they can't resist a quarter of what I offer." Hero grinned and flipped a coin in the air. Brucania left the abandoned shack while Hero removed several more coins which he piled into a small tower on the table. The sack was replaced in the hole, where it joined five other bags cov­ ered with dirt. Hero let the last bit of dirt trickle through his hands, hoping he had enough resources for the next several months of bribery and threats. ***

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"Very well," Hero replied when Brucania signaled Mico was preparing to depart. "Follow him. If he's impatient after three months of dabbling around the city, he may reveal his plan. I can't leave just now; I almost have enough senators purchased to safely call this city ours which will avoid much fighting when the time comes." Hero bid farewell and added a caution, "Be careful following him. I suspect something is in motion. If I am not here on your return, look for a note with the gold. It will be cryptic, so read past the initial mean­ ing." Hero bowed low. Hero followed Brucania out of the hut but went in the opposite direction toward Senator Levein's house. When sev­ eral houses from his entrance, they opened and a man exited with several armed retainers in attendance. Hero ducked into an adjoining side street, hoping he hadn't been spotted. Hero pressed deeper into the shadows as he recognized Plant passing by. "This is the second time!" Hero mur­ mured quietly after they had passed. Glancing toward the Senator's house and at the quickly retreating form of Plant, Hero changed his plans and followed the group, staying a good distance behind to avoid detection. Plant's group trav­ eled several streets over and entered a luxurious house. Plant removed his cloak when they arrived and handed it to a slave, disappearing behind the closed door. "So this is where the rat resides." Hero memorized the landmarks surrounding the house in order to locate it again and retraced his steps to Senator Levein's steps. The door opened for his admission and he was shortly afterwards admitted to the Senators inner chamber. "Senator Levein." Hero greeted, noting the lack of warmth in his reception. "I am glad you have come." The Senator stated coldly, "I don't believe it is possible to fulfill my arrangement with you.

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Rome has offered a higher price for my services, such as they are." Clapping his hands as he finished, two armed guards entered and placed themselves at Hero's side. Hero made a move forward in indignation as the guards restrained his arms. "Is there no price you will accept?" Hero shouted as the Senator motioned for him to be removed. Mter he was shown the door, he shook his arms free from the guard's grasp, and descended the stairs in hot anger. Once out of sight of the house, Hero dropped his act of indignation and considered his next move. The Senator had been open to bribery only the day before and that only left one explanation. Stopping in the market, he enj oyed some food prepared over a small fire. The remainder of the daylight was spent idly exploring the city while enjoying the merchant's offer­ ings. Darkness fell as Hero proceeded to his hut for a change of clothing. Decked in the garb of a beggar, he shuffled through the streets of Capua. ***

Hero sur veyed the smooth lines of the house with frus­ tration. These Roman homes were such an annoyance for the uninvited to gain entrance. The door facing the street was of solid oak and quashed any idea of a front entry, leav­ ing only the roof as a way in, by way of the inner courtyard. Dropping the rope from his shoulder into the dirt, he tried to gauge the roof 's height, hoping the rope would be long enough to reach. He growled low at the distance; it was the longest rope the market had available, so he'd have to make do. Hero carefully wound it on the ground and placed his foot on the end. The statue he was aiming for jutted from the roof, making a lovely target. He wound his arm and launched the hook into the air.

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"Nice." Hero grinned in the dark on catching the edge with his first toss. "Great!" He murmured softly, on finding that his foot had slipped off the rope and it was indeed very short. He spotted the end dangling in the moonlight over his head. Hero paced under the rope several times, recogniz­ ing the answer to his dilemma, but surveying the area in the hopes of a safer one. He approached the tree which stood some fifteen feet away, its limbs swaying gently in the breeze, mocking him. The only branch within range was at least a body length from the rope. With a sigh of resignation, Hero grabbed for the lowest branch and climbed. As he reached his branch, he looked down, assuring himself that the view was not to his liking. He comforted himself with the thought that at the least, a fall would hurt a lot. He made a test jump to feel how the branch responded. It didn't budge which was some good news. With a stride, he lunged for the rope. The wind caught it as he was in flight and his left hand grasped at nothing. His right hand, understanding the urgency of the endeavor, grabbed the line and his left obediently followed suit. Only a second had passed, but to Hero it felt like a lifetime. He extended his feet toward the wall in order to climb but they fell short. There was only one way to go so Hero shimmied up the rope until his fingers curled around the roof edge and he pulled himself to safety. Hero lay back on the roof breath­ ing deep of success - and relie£ He rolled to his knees as rain let loose. Retrieving his rope, he hooked it onto the roof and dropped the end into the a darkened end of the courtyard. The ride down was much easier than the journey up but, all the same, it was good to be on solid ground. Hurrying into the shadows, he slipped into the first open room, a dining space.

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Proceeding to the hallway, he spied a stairway and crept up by the light of oil lamps along to the wall. This hallway overlooked the courtyard, with several rooms branching off it. The main door opened below followed by footsteps as Plant's voice called for food. Hero surveyed the four doors and picking the furthest to his left, entered. As his eyes accustomed themselves to the dark, he found that his refuge was Plant's personal office. Noticing a door, Hero examined Plant's bed chamber from the threshold. Congratulating himself silently, he began to search the drawers of a small table. Several minutes passed and nothing substantial came to light. A shadow crossed under the door and Plant could be heard giving orders. Hero dived behind the door as it opened, escaping the light of the oil lamp in Plant's hand. Plant's eyes bulged as he sighted Hero on closing the door. "Guards!" he yelled, circling the room with Hero who placed himself in front of the window. A stampede of feet came from the stairs as Plant's terror twisted into a malicious grin. "You came here to beard me, and you have been caught. And for what, closure over your brother?" Plant asked incredulously. Plant relaxed, leaning against his desk when five heavily armed guards entered the room. "What about David?" Hero suspected a ruse, but fear and uncertainty still gripped him. "What, you don't know? Then why are you here?" Plant's interest changed to pleasure at being the first to tell. "He was taken for the murder of Senator Miro. We waited for you to come for revenge on the good senator. What we didn't expect was for David to finish your job." Plant rested his hand on his knife. "You enjoy your position?" Hero asked sadly.

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"I enjoy doing my job well. Hannibal's story concocted to save you and your brother was an insult to anyone's intelli­ gence. Only he and his family are arrogant enough to flaunt our laws as they do, buying allies and politically assassinating opponents. Their family is a disgrace." "Considering your intentions for myself and David, don't expect my agreement. I need not look far when I think of a disgrace." "Your opinion doesn't matter, as it won't exist much lon­ ger. Everything is as it should have been. When I spotted you flopping on the ground three months ago, I decided to plan for the unavoidable," Plant flipped his thumb toward the guards behind him, "though I can't believe you hung around all this time." "To act at the behest of your betters, such as Potitus, is an honor, no doubt. I suppose a political office is next on your agenda?" Hero laughed loudly before spitting on the ground in front of Plant's feet. "We work together for the common good. We are the ones fighting for Carthage!" Plant answered angrily, pulling his knife and moving to finish the job. Hero drew his own knife and slashed Plant's throat in a swift stroke. The guards didn't move, shocked at the turn of events. As Plant's blood flowed freely across the floor, Hero took advantage of their inaction and lunged for Plant's bed chamber, slamming the door behind him. The room had another door which led back to the hallway overlooking the courtyard. Hero jumped the railing as the guards thundered after him. He panicked on hearing a crack and feeling a sharp pain shoot through his leg, but after checking, he proceeded swiftly through the courtyard. All five guards ran along the upstairs hallway toward the stairs. Stumbling down them

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two at a time, Hero followed their progress as their shouts echoed through the house. Ignoring the pain, Hero flew for the main entrance, bursting through the doors like a lightning bolt. Choosing the first side street, he continued, randomly picking his path. Hero ducked between two buildings and glanced behind. He wiped the rain from his eyes and caught his breath. Absently massaging his knee, his thoughts strayed to Plant's information that his brother was dead. Hearing shouts echo in the distance, he forced his grief away and searched for a familiar landmark to find his hut. Hero threw himself against the wall of his shack and held his head. Water dripped unnoticed from his hair, down his fingers to the ground, creating tiny puddles in the dirt. The ground itself seemed unsteady as his head swam with sorrow. Every memory, every harsh deed and unkind word seemed to amplify itself in his mind as he considered his loss. His tears mixed with dripping rain behind his hands. With a suddenly surge of passion, Hero entered the stormy night . again. The journey to the Plant's house was accomplished unconsciously. Hero entered through the unguarded main door and proceeded upstairs, careless of his noise. The door to Plant's room was still ajar and Plant was still lying on the floor in his own blood. He unceremoniously rifled Plant's clothing and discovered a golden ring bearing the image of Senator Levein, the man that both he and Plant had been bribing. As he stared at the Senator's image on its flat sur­ face, its usefulness came to mind. "Let's see you deny this." A grim smile followed as he considered the man who had escorted him so unceremo­ niously from his house earlier in the day. Hero finished his search and went to the desk where he hoped to find a parch-

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ment. There was only one scroll which he felt no scruple in tearing for his own use. He proceeded to write a note about his circumstances to Brucania. With this task completed, he returned to the shack and left the note in the dirt before pro­ gressing to the stables outside the city.

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Hero's single thought over the next week was David. The hope that his brother was alive drove Hero relent­ lessly through the scorching sun and chilly nights. On the fifth day, he stopped at a small inn in the town of Mas­ silia, far from Rome to the northwest along the coast. "I would like some meat and wine." Hero accosted the host, throwing several coins on the table, "I also need some in the morning." Hero added.

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meat has been conscripted for the army." the

man replied in a heavy Gallic accent. "I can offer fresh barley loaves though." The man offered in a conciliatory manner. Hero didn't care enough to ask any questions and dropped two more coins for the barley bread. "You're the first business I've had in three days. The Carthaginians crossed the mountains to the west and customers disappear, poof, like vapor." The host either didn't notice his customers pre-occupation, or he didn't care. "They crossed the Pyreneese already? What about the southern Gallic tribes?" "I know! That's been the talk of town. Our brothers in Iberia are good fighters in their mountain fortresses. They never bow to any master, yet this Hannibal went through them in weeks." His host took the opportunity to

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seat himself across from Hero. "The Romans were to head south into Iberia. But with this new army nearing the Rhone, they must go north to prevent their crossing the river." Hero's cup hit the table with a thump in amazement. Hannibal had told of his plans to cross the Py renees, but Hero hadn't expected him to handle so easily the Gallic tribes to the south. Hero knew of David's efforts in buying allies among the natives, but to what extent he was successful, Hero now had an idea. The knowledge of his brother's accomplishment reminded him of his loss. His temper, frayed to its ragged edges, wasn't helped by the conversation, even with Hanni­ bal's success. "What are their chances?" Hero asked with sour expres. SlOn. "Good. Consul Publius Scipio leads them." The man replied indifferendy. "Let them fight. It doesn't matter who wins, we'll still be taxed to death." Hero accepted the first loaf which was offered by who he assumed was his host's wife. He rolled this in a cloth and ate the second. It almost melted in his mouth, though the flavor was less than savory. Hero rose abrupdy and left his table guest alone. Once in the stable, he patted the nose of his horse. The beast was excellent, but thoroughly tired. There were only four others from which to select. The one he finally picked was inferior to his own, but fresh and transferring his saddle, he rode away. The Roman army's camp positioned in his path, demanded he detour which took almost a full morning. From his hilltop position overlooking the camp in the plain, Hero attempted a thorough head count though the overcast sky made details difficult. Mter gathering as much information

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as he could, he continued till sunset at which point he rested the horse and ate his second loa£ The animal, in apprecia­ tion of this consideration, continued the journey in the dark­ ness at a quicker pace. With night, direction became more difficult but a river acted as Hero's guide in the darkness. The gurgling water was a sleeping tonic to Hero whose body ached for rest. Fear­ ing sleep, Hero dismounted and plunged his head into the freezing river and letting his horse drink deeply. His body went rigid from the shock of the water, but as he flung his wet hair from his eyes, he felt quite sure he could keep awake for awhile. Being wet and cold distracted Hero's mind from its grief-filled occupation of the past week. The horse shivered when Hero removed his saddle, exposing its sweat to the night air. He grabbed some dry leaves and briskly rubbed him down before letting him eat some nearby grass. Hero didn't let him go far, since the late summer evening could give it a chill and he wanted to be . moVIng soon. "Now that's a welcome sight." Hero sighed many hours later when burning campfires came into sight. Jumping from his saddle, he led his horse down the hill into the camp. Chaos reigned in everything he saw. The camp lacked any fortifications and not a single sentry challenged his entrance. Bare-chested natives were everywhere, huddled in groups either around fires or asleep on the ground. There didn't seem to be any authority in the camp, only an occasional native chieftain giving orders to their followers. Dismounting near one of the fires, Hero approached one of the men cooking, "Where can I find the General's tent?" The men around the campfire questioned each other dumbly with their eyes before returning their gazes to Hero. Hero raised his voice,

"I have an urgent message."

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Frustrated at the lack of reply, he started to look for oth­ ers when one of the men replied in a language he didn't understand. Fear and understanding dawned for Hero as the campfire erupted into activity. Leaping on his horse, he kicked several men who grasped for his legs and tore through camp. His pursuers grew until half the camp was screaming and shouting. Spears flew wildly over his shoulder as fresh parties joined in trying to unhorse the crazy man gallop­ ing through their camp. Glancing behind, Hero groaned on spotting several horsemen chasing after him at full speed. As Hero crested a hill, he became aware of what he'd been too tired to notice before; the twinkling of fires on the other side of the Rhone. He grunted on remembering the icy water that flowed from the snowy peaks of the northern mountains between him and his objective. He pulled toward the water, little rel­ ishing the coming ordeal. Vaulting from his horse, he pat­ ted farewell to his noble beast before diving into the cold rapids. Spears flew after him as the horsemen reached the river's banks, but none jumped in to apprehend Hero who was swept away. The strong current carried Hero several miles before he could make the opposite shore. Dragging himself from the water, Hero collapsed to the ground exhausted from his efforts. He rose stilly and began to run north, knowing death would come soon unless he started moving. He hoped the camp was closer than he feared. With the arrival of the frosty morning dew, Hero found that what little energy he had from the river swim was drain­ ing as mile followed mile. His teeth hadn't stopped chatter­ ing and his fingers and toes had long since lost their feeling. A distant twinkle grew, its light giving him hope. When

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he reached the edge of camp, Hero was halted by several patrols. "Fire." Hero whispered as one of the men grabbed hold to keep him from falling. "Help me move him." The Iberian soldier ordered, grab­ bing under his arm pits. Hero tried to speak, but the words got stuck somewhere between his brain and his tongue. His wet shirt was ripped off without ceremony and he was moved toward the fire. For­ eign exclamations erupted from the circle of young soldiers as they gazed at Hero's scar covered body. The deathly pale hue didn't help Hero's appearance creeping up his arms and legs. The crowd stared at each other, frozen in their igno­ rance as to what needed to be done. An officer approached, noticing the gathered troops and pressed through. Looking down at the object of interest, he knelt as he recognized Hero. "Get me some blankets!" Entero yelled, beginning to rub Hero's arms vigorously. "You men are supposed to be the best!" Entero said while continuing to work. The young men jumped to follow Entero's example, shamed by their leaders stinging rebuke. "Where did you come from Hero?" Entero asked, sur­ rendering his position rubbing the arms. "Hero, what are you doing here?" he asked again as Hero's eyes slowly closed. "Is it true?" Hero's murmur was barely audible to Entero's ear, hovering inches above his mouth. "Is it true?" Hero asked, opening his eyes again "Is it true?" "Himilco, Hamack, grab him carefully and follow me." Entero ordered, pointing to two of the nearby soldiers. Lead­ ing them through the camp, they stopped outside of a tent. Entero poked his head inside, before motioning the others to follow. Hero continued to mutter, "Is it true?" as they laid

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him gently on a mat. Entero waved the men out and grabbed a blanket tucking it in snugly around his body. "Don't move." Entero mumbled in Hero's ear before leaving the tent. Hero couldn't keep his eyes open, even if he wanted to and he soon nodded to sleep, leaving the troubles and grief of the long journey behind. "Hero . . . ," a small voice welcomed him back when his eyes fluttered open. Hero gazed sadly at Melsia who sat next to his pallet. "How are you Melsia?" He couldn't bring himself to smile. Melsia raised his hand to her lips as a slight sob caught in her throat. Hero's hair had grown long and now curled across his forehead, but this did nothing to detract from the black circles under his eyes and deathly pale features. She tilted her head sideways to match his angle, "I'm fine Hero." She pulled his bangs back and ran her fingers through his hair. He reached for her hand, "I'll be fine." He gave it a pat and released it. She gave a small smile and rose, "I'll be back . . . " she promised before leaving the tent. A minute later, David burst through the flaps, followed by Melsia who was now fully composed. He dropped to his knees at Hero's side. "David!" Hero exclaimed, pushing himself into a sit­ ting position. "You . . . " Hero tried to say but choked up. He grabbed his brother and began crying uncontrollably into his shoulder. Everything he had thought about for the past week, all the memories and grief rushed back all at once. He pulled away and wiped his eyes; as a tender smile crossed his face. "It's good to see you again." He said in a firmer voice. David watched his brother with concern, "Melsia, where " IS

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She handed him a bowl of hot soup. He in turn gave it to Hero. "Hannibal wanted me to tell you that you need to stop flirting with death. He didn't have any qualms about your recovery though, which gave me hope. You were pretty bad." David paused, watching his brother take a small drink from the soup, "He said to use his tent as long as necessary. Not that he uses it anyways. I've watched him very closely and have come to the conclu­ sion he never sleeps. He calculates and recalculates making sure every angle is covered. I didn't expect to see you until we crossed." David continued when Hero didn't answer, but stared at his brother in silence. Melsia entered the tent again with another blanket which she gently laid over his shoulders. "I think Melsia is smitten by you Hero. She stayed at your side every minute while you slept." David forced a laugh "Plant told me you were dead." Hero changed the subject after thanking Melsia for the blanket. "I tried to hope . . . " "Plant is herd?" David exclaimed. "No." Hero answered quickly, smiling at the misconcep­ tion, "I saw him on following a piece of Roman scum in Capua. There is treachery in our ranks, though how deep I can't say." Hero took a long draught of the now warm soup. "To what effect, do you think?" David asked, changing his seating position. "Money . . . " Hero replied instantly, "and lots of it. Poti­ tus, the Roman scum, leads a pirate ring I believe. On my journey to Capua, I came across a man named Mico, whose father was burned alive in his house by Potitus. That Plant was working with Potitus deeply worries me." Hero paused a moment before continuing. "I need to tell Hannibal my suspicions. If Plant was working with the enemy, it would be safe to say it was at the behest of Therino, who is now a

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Carthaginian Senator." Hero placed the clay bowl down on the ground with a thump. Melsia had sat thoughtfully as Hero talked but now spoke up, "Mico? Captain Meno's son?" "Captain Meno?" Hero's face went blank for a moment before the comment registered. "Mico is his son?!" He remembered flashes of his conversations with Mico, "His father was a famous Captain. How do you know him?" Hero asked Melsia eagerly. "We were childhood friends in Rome." Melsia answered, "His father . . . " Melsia was interrupted by a loud roar, which was repeated a few seconds later. "They are crossing the river." David explained as Hero threw off his covering and jumped to his feet. The brothers ran from the tent and watched the two armies on either side of the river. The Carthaginian troops were wadding into the water as the locals gave a great roar on the other side. The ground shaking noise turned to cries of panic, as an ambush fell on the natives from behind. Chaos ensued as the locals were caught in front by the soldiers crossing the river and from behind by the soldiers Hannibal had set in motion sev­ eral nights before. The natives scrambled and fled, as their hunt became a race to escape. The few resistant to retreat, stuck together, but were overwhelmed and slaughtered by the increasing Carthaginian troops. "Is this how they fought for the past three months?" Hero asked as the last of the natives either fell or fled the field. "No." David replied with a chuckle, "I can assure you there were some hard fights. They are crushed now though. Hannibal marched right into their mountain strongholds and took it to them." David stopped as Melsia gave him a con­ cerned glance, "The families are just fine." David added with a wink to Hero as Melsia watched the river happenings.

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Hero laughed before a wave of alarm crossed his face, "Does he know about the Roman army two days south of here? "Two days . . . last we heard, they were at least five days march." Hannibal commented as he approached from behind, his face flush from the victory. Hero spun around as his commander's voice came from behind, "I am humbled you would visit a lowly slave such as mysel£" Hero bowed low with a mischievous grin. "You could use a humbling." Hannibal commented before asking, "So they are two days south? Not as much time as I had hoped. How sure are you?" He asked, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I saw and counted them myself as I circled around." Hero answered. "We'll need to move quickly getting the elephants over and that will be a trial as they are already skittish around the river's current." Hannibal wrinkled his brows contem­ platively. "Capua will join your cause when their Senators feel the time is right. This signet ring will help with one of the more influential among them." Hero handed Hannibal the ring he had stolen from Plant, Hannibal's forehead began to relax a little as he accepted the ring, "However, I have discovered treachery among our own. How deep I can't say." Hero con­ tinued somberly, "Plant was in Capua. He was undoing the very task I was sent accomplish. He had successfully bribed" Hero pointed to the ring, "that very Senator to remain loyal to Rome, whom I had already turned for us. He was working with a Roman agent in the matter as well. When I confronted Plant, he talked of working with others for vast fortunes. Considering where his loyalties lie, my conjecture is he was probably working at the behest of Therino, the newly

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appointed Senator." Hero picked the last few words carefully, not wanting to make any undue accusation, but also wanting to convey his concerns clearly. Hannibal's face had grown darker until the mentioned of Therino's name. "Ha! That old fool? Let him try and subvert my position. He failed miserably in Iberia when he attempted to sway the army's vote after Hasrubdal's murder, which was no accident." He raised his hand as he finished, silencing the pending entreaty from Hero, "I understand the seriousness of the situation, and will not be backward in action. Where do you think the trail leads on this on this side of the Tyrrhenian Sea?" Hannibal asked. "Rome." Hero replied immediately as David and Hanni­ bal both raised their eyebrows in surprise, "I believe I'll find the answers there." Hero explained. "Rome?" Hannibal repeated in surprise,

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right, go;

but that needs to come second. I need you to foster the pirates in the south to open fighting. If you can get them to that point, it

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split Rome's navy and make it easier for rein­

forcements to reach us." Hannibal replied starting to walk away, "Take whatever funds are necessary for the journey. I need you to stay with me for now." His dark eyes moved from Hero to David successively as he spoke. With a nod toward the brothers, Hannibal turned making his way to the . nver. David answered Hero's questioning glance. "He is cross­ ing the Alps after we cross the river." Hero didn't reply for several seconds, "I didn't really tell him about the pirates are working with Plant." Hero instinc­ tively rubbed his burn scar, '�t least they might be." He added a moment later. "Use the opportunity to find out if you are right." David offered.

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Loud trumpeting from the elephants drew Hero's atten­ tion, "If they are having this much trouble crossing a river, they won't make it through the mountains." Hero stated emphatically as they all watched an elephant rear on its hind legs, with the handler dangling in the air like a puppet. "One thing I can guarantee is this army will come out the other side, if Hannibal has to carry them." David answered with equal force. "You're wrong there. This army will enter those moun­ tains, but it won't be this army on the other side." Hero pointed across the river at the mass of men as David con­ ceded the point. "What about Melsia?" Hero asked. Her face had gone pale on hearing Hannibal's decision to keep David with him. "You can't take her with you David. I could leave her at an inn in Massilia south of here on the coast." "Couldn't I go to Rome with you?" Melsia asked as they

all exchanged glances.

"I would be safer there than with the

army.'' David snorted, "I'm telling you Hero, she's got you pegged." Hero rolled his eyes and replied, "It would take longer to get there, but that isn't an objection on my part, considering my race getting here. If you're up for it, it's fine with me." She gave an almost inaudible sigh before replying. "How long will you be gone?" she asked, slowly facing David. "You know I can't answer that," David replied, taking her hand in his own. "I'll . . . go prepare." Hero said awkwardly, before flash­ ing a grin toward his brother. The

grin melted as he saw his

brother looking down at her hand, speaking softly. Hero felt a pang as he remembered his own departure from Renea.

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"Time for that later." Hero muttered under his breath as he made his way through the camp, searching for necessi­ ties like clothes. Preparations didn't take long and Hero gave his brother instructions where to meet them in Rome before departing with Melsia.

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"I'll get a room." Hero announced, dismounting from his horse and heading for the inn door. A plump man approached, placing his hands on his hips in a friendly manner. 'fue you in favor of a room for the night or merely a bite to eat?" He asked with a cheerful boom, his beard wagging in the air. "Both if you can spare them. I hope the food's hot; we've been traveling for two days with many more ahead of us." Hero replied, pulling a coin out in preparation for the coming meal. Throwing it to the host, Hero went outside and helped Melsia through the door, carrying the baggage she had brought. "What is in here?" Hero grunted as he threw her small sack over his shoulder. Melsia giggled, as they followed their host up the stairs, "Would you like one or two rooms?" he asked, pausing before one of the doors. "One room

will

serve my wife and me, thank you."

Melsia darted him an appraising glance after the portly man had gone down the stairs again. Hero offered a rue­ ful grin, "Sorry. We could hardly travel for weeks without questions arising as to why you are alone with me." Making his way quietly to the door, Hero opened it to leave the room as Melsia's eyes became thoughtful.

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"Hero." She muttered softly from her seat on the mat­ tress. Hero closed the door, knowing something was eating at her. "If your brother were to die, or disappear . . . " She slowly wrung her hands, "Would you ever forget him? Or accept he was gone?" Hero watched her intently before answering. "I could never forget someone so vital to my life." Hero answered slowly, "But people must move on." Hero finished, becom­ ing worried when she continued gripping her hands until they were white. "You aren't asking about David though, are you?" he asked. Receiving no reply, Hero walked out the door, leaving her lost in the world of worries. ***

"Melsia, what is wrong? You have been getting more anxious with each passing day. With fourteen days behind us and another seven to go, I have an interest in this matter. Pretty soon you'll stop talking altogether." Hero commented, tossing the bread he had procured the evening before. Melsia blinked her eyes, clearing her thoughts, "Eh? Oh, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" smiling slyly as she took a large bite. Hero laughed before feigning severity, "Didn't your father teach you better than that?" shaking his finger in the air. "I was always the scandalous one according to the other mothers. When father returned from Greece, he came home different; granted I didn't know it at the time. Mother warned me years later not to expect his philosophical manner about women from any Roman husband." Melsia waved away several flies that hovered around her head. "Of course,

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she probably didn't foresee circumstances as they have unfolded." Hero remained silent, as he wrapped the remainder of the food in the cloth before rising and helping Melsia to her feet. Hero bent on one knee, providing Melsia a leg up onto her horse. Observing Hero mounted from her perch, she contin­ ued, "You have never asked what those circumstances are." Hero settled himself in before answering the indirect statement, "I know it hasn't been pleasant. I know you come from some sort of wealth in Rome, and I know you somehow became a slave for a treacherous priest in Saguntum. But I also know it's not my business, unless you want it to be." Hero finished, motioning his horse forward. Melsia laughed before exclaiming, "How odd. David said the exact same thing; in almost the exact tone of voice too!" She saw Hero smile, showing his complete satisfaction with her statement before staring off. "We understand a person's desire for privacy." He specu­ lated. Several minutes passed in quiet before Melsia spoke. "Several years ago, I was traveling from Rome to Capua along the coast. We had nearly arrived in the early evening when a larger ship emerged from a shadowy cove and gave chase. The captain made an attempt to outrun them; but couldn't. There was only a slight fight by the crew when they boarded, but that was quickly overcome." Melsia paused a moment to rub her cheek before continuing, "The pirates executed the whole crew, including my father's most trusted slave, Bruno, who was traveling with me. Believing me to be of more value alive than dead, they took me to serve their Captain." Melsia cleared her throat, "They sent a message to my father for ransom, eagerly waiting a large

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payment, based on what I told them about his importance. Several months passed before news came that my father was dead, which the captain conveyed to me with savage joy." Melsia didn't speak for several minutes as she was trans­ ported to that event. "Captain Tralenus." She stated firmly, coming out of her reverie, "I hate that name more than anything else in this world." The intensity of her words surprised Hero. '�ter a few months, when I was no longer a novelty, Tralenus sold me to a friend, a priest, which is where you found me." Melsia finished quickly, unconsciously pushing her horse faster. Hero kept pace with Melsia, though he kept his thoughts to himself as they continued south toward Capua, and then the pirates. ***

"We

should

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Capua

early

tomorrow."

Hero

announced joyfully a week later as he walked into the room from talking with their host. "I know. Father used to be good friends with our current host, Levius Crenus. He would come here periodically for no apparent reason." Melsia said in a melancholy tone. '�t least at the time I thought it was for no reason. I wouldn't mind those times again." She noticed Hero's worried gaze, "I'm fine. I never expected to be here again, that's all." She assured him with a bright smile, "Let's eat." ***

"I kept expecting the guards to stop us." Melsia skipped two steps ahead before seeing Hero's warning glance. "I negate your natural affinity for trouble," she giggled.

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"What did you drink last night?" Hero asked, raising an eyebrow as Melsia skipped ahead a couple more steps. "You have gone from extreme depression to extreme . . . this." Hero said, motioning toward her as she laughed again. "Do you prefer the former?" Melsia asked with a sassy smile. "I suppose I'll live with this." Hero returned the smile before turning down a muddy side street, heading toward the poorer district. "They still haven't stoned these roads." Melsia com­ mented as they took several more turns, stopping in front of a dirty shack. "Welcome home . . . " Hero's words were cut short when he opened the door and saw the freshly upturned dirt of the floor. Rushing inside, Hero dug frantically with his hands until they hit a sack. A deep breath escaped from him before a new worry struck. Ripping open the top, he buried his hands into the seed. "It's here." Hero sighed in relief. "What's wrong?" Melsia asked, looking over Hero's shoulder at the bags. "I thought someone had stolen the gold." Hero pulled a coin out of the sack, showing Melsia. "It seems Brucania got my note." Hero added as he pulled two sheets of paper out of the dirt, "Mico dictated them!" Hero exclaimed as he walked outside to read it in the light. "What does it say?" Melsia asked, following him outside and watching his face. "It seems . . . " Hero started to reply but his voice trailed off as he finished the letter. '1\mazing!" Hero tapped the let­ ter in his palm as he stared at the sky, motionless until Melsia repeated her question. "Mico . . . " Hero began but paused, realizing he needed to start at the beginning. "I suspected Mico of treachery, so

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I had Brucania follow him, to find Potitus. It seems that was the best thing that could have happened; Brucania saved his life in Massilia." Hero shook his head in amazement, "The very town we passed through to get here. We must have been right behind them the whole time. You were right, Captain Meno was his father. He compiled a list of pirate captains who he believed were working under orders from Potitus." Hero poured over the second parchment, "Ha! Look at that�" Hero held the paper out, pointing at one of the lines of Punici. Melsia looked at where the finger was pointing, "I haven't had a lot of opportunities to read." she said faindy, blushing. Hero glowed bright red as well, glad she didn't notice it wasn't even in her language, "I'm sorry. Captain Tralenus is on here." He tapped the name again in triumph. "How does Potitus keep these Captains obeying his orders?" Hero paced in a circle, thinking out loud. "Money of course." Melsia replied as she watched Hero pace. "Yes, but what does a pirate have to offer for sale. Loot could be sold to almost any vendor." Hero paced the room before slapping his forehead. Reaching into his clothing, he pulled out a well worn map, viewing it with renewed interest. "Where is this dot?" he asked, pointing to the dot immedi­ ately south of Capua. "I don't know." she replied after looking at the marked spot. "I need to find out. That is where I am heading tomor­ row. If booty can be sold to any halfway shady business­ man, these captains are returning to these specific locations for a reason." Hero folded the heavy paper again, plac­ ing it with the map. "I'm going to the market." Hero

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announced as he strode away and Melsia reentered the house. As Hero approached the merchant district, he spotted a seemingly friendly man with a thick mustache, and pulled him aside. "Do you know what town this is?" Hero unfolded the map for him to see. "Harcina." the man replied with a heavy accent, pointing at himself in introduction. "Two asses." holding his hands open, indicating the funds should be deposited there. Select­ ing the demanded coins from his small pouch, Hero handed them to the man who promptly handed him a prepared bag of spices with a big toothy grin. Hero looked down at the bag, "No Harcina, I want to know what the name of this town is," He said, pointing at the map again. The man ignored Hero, waving his prepared pouches and calling out to people as they passed. "The name of the town is Salerman." A young lady said looking over Hero's shoulder to where he was pointing. "It would be fastest to sail along the coast. Otherwise you have to travel through the mountains." Hero and Harcina both faced the young woman as she spoke. "Thank you very much." Hero replied, struck by the blonde hair which was Gallic instead of Roman. Smiling, she began to hand Harcina two asses for a bag of spices he was holding out. "Unless you insist on paying for those spices, allow me, to offer you these." Hero held out the bag which still rested in his left hand. She smiled kindly and accepted the proffered bag, "Thank you." Bowing her head graciously, she walked away. Hero winked at Harcina as the merchant muttered a curse under his breath. Laughing heartily, Hero searched for food.

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On returning to the shack, Hero found it empty. "Mel­ sia?" he called, leaving the small sack of food in the corner of the single room building. "Melsia?" Hero shouted, walking outside when he didn't get a reply. He returned to the house and paid more attention to smaller details, alarmed when he noticed a scrape mark in the dirt outside the door. The street in front of the house was empty but Hero searched it thoroughly for a clue. Heading toward the upper end of town, Hero ran from street to street checking each alleyway he passed. As he became more frantic, any pattern to his search was lost in his scramble to cover ground. Hero grunted, when he realized he was running in cir­ cles. He ran to the north gate, "Have you seen any horsemen come through here with a young woman? She would have been unconscious or unwilling," Hero asked breathlessly, not appreciating the guards amused looks which they exchanged amongst themselves. '1\re you sure she was unwilling? She probably loved him more than you." The youngest answered amid the raucous laughs of the other four. Hero grunted at their stupidity before heading south toward the shack, confident that the city was safe from an attack of clowns on the northern gate. Hero sat on the threshold wondering what had happened. He hadn't been gone long . . . A long shadow cast itself over Hero's sitting form, and he glanced up. Melsia was staring at him with an odd expression. .

Hero jumped up exclaiming, "What happened to you?! I have been all over town searching for you! I thought for sure someone had taken you." His sweat stained clothing con­ firmed his statement. "I'm sorry." Melsia replied morosely, "I went home."

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Hero was taken aback at the change in her demeanor and he watched her with concern. "What happened?" He took her hand comfortingly. "No, I'm fine," she smiled weakly. "It seems you and David are the closest thing I have to family left." She lifted his hand to her lips. Hero pulled it back quickly. "Melsia . . . " "Do you consider me fouled by Tralenus? Am I irrecov­ erable to you?" Hero could tell that her tears were not born from a wish to manipulate, but an overwhelming sense of shame. He had helped her when no one else would, but who would be there next time? He embraced her tightly, not as a lover, but as a protector; as her brother. "David loves you in a way that I never can Melsia." Her breathing calmed and she sighed before pulling back. "Bread for dinner again?" she asked, changing the subject. Hero brightened at the question, "No, not tonight! I got some meat from a merchant in town before you went miss­ ing." Hero gave her a meaningful glance. "I don't know how to cook outdoors." Melsia said as Hero went inside the house to get the sack from the corner. "I have done far too much of it, unfortunately. I shall honor us with a regal feast tonight." Hero bowed his head low before setting out to start cooking the food.

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"Is it necessary to find whatever is there?" Melsia asked, watching Hero adjust himself in his saddle. "The only way that I can see of uncovering Potitus' plan, is to follow his trail on this map." Hero replied, adjusting the little pouch of gold on the saddle. "How long do you think it'll take?" Melsia backed into the stall as she spoke. "He's in here!" A loud voice yelled from outside the stables. Hero spun in his saddle and spotted the lone soldier, "The guards at the gate must have recognized me! Stay in the stall, they can't see you in there. Don't go to the city until you are sure they are completely gone," Hero ordered without looking down for fear of giving away her position. Hero swung his horse around and kicked it into motion, riding directly at the soldier. Four more soldiers were very close to the door when Hero burst into the sunlight. As they scrambled for their mounts, he was soon out of sight. Following the south­ ern road, Hero rode hard until the small stands of trees which fringed the road grew to a thick forest. The dense underbrush provided cover and he hopped off his horse, cursing the weight of the gold that forced him to stop. He pulled his horse deeper into the trees at the approach

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of the horsemen and waited until they passed before qui­ etly drawing closer to the road again. His pursuers retraced their path several minutes later, riding at a much slower pace. Hero inspected the horses closely; pleased to see they were of inferior husbandry to his own. He waited until they had rid­ den past before rejoining his own. Mounting, Hero rode at a leisurely pace through the underbrush, grateful for its cover as horsemen continued traveling up and down the length searching for him. "I'll never get there at this speed." Hero muttered to his horse in frustration on the third day among the trees. The frequency of the passing soldiers had diminished as he drew farther from Capua's environs, encouraging him to resume the path and increase his pace.

***

"What can I do for you?" a large man approached Hero, who made his way into the room, dripping water all the way to the fire.

':A seat and some

hot wine please." Hero answered, pay­

ing the man for the wine. He picked a comfortable seat and removed his shirt, wringing it out next to the fire before slip­ ping it on again. "Long Journey?" the man asked, offering the drink, which Hero accepted gratefully. "Not really. It's pouring and windy." Hero answered, taking a long drink of the wine. "Keep these coming, and I'll reward you handsomely!" Hero exclaimed on tasting the wine and finding it surprisingly fine. The man nodded his head and introduced himself as Brenshe before shuffiing off, leaving Hero to his drink. ***

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"Hello again Argurion. Here to drown out your sor­ rows?" Brenshe came with a drink already warm. "Three cursed days in this town and still no dishonest work!" Hero's words were slurred and he kicked a chair in his way. "I'll never get off this cursed island!" Slumping down into a chair, Hero hit the table with his open palm. "This

island is the mainland." Brenshe answered, placing

a drink on the table. Hero grabbed Brenshe's arm before he could leave, "These pirates are damned by the gods. I believe greed is the ultimate sin Brenshe, and these pirates are the masters of it." "That is a bold claim to make," A weathered voice responded from behind. '1\nd an insult to any who wish to take offense." The man sat across from him and kicked his feet up on the table. Hero eyed the man with drunken dullness, "You'd best choose your statements carefully before the god's wrath falls on you." The thin weathered man across from him smiled, amused at the statement. "You couldn't save your life in the state you are in." His feet hit the ground hard as he spoke. Hero's every nerve stretched tight as he anticipated the test that would follow the man's chilling words. He wasn't disappointed when the man's wrist flew forward with a knife. Hero dropped his attitude and grabbed the man's wrist just inches from his chest. He was much stronger than the stranger and easily turned the blade up. The man placed his other hand behind the first, forcing Hero to do the same. The knife, more slowly now, began to turn toward the man. "I don't care which of you dies, but the other will be tak­ ing care of the body." Brenshe shrugged and left the room.

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Hero pushed until the blade tip came to rest on the man's breast. "Come now, what is the purpose of this?" Hero said, releasing the man's wrist from his iron grip. "That you are no drunk is easy to see." The man pre­ pared to rise. "Why the pretense?" "Unless you want to buy me a drink, I'm not willing to talk." The stranger didn't offer a drink, but instead left the building. "Brenshe! Another drink!" Hero said loudly, hoping the retreating man was still close enough to hear. He leaned close to Brenshe on receiving the drink, "Who was the man that left a few minutes ago?" "I don't know his name, but I do know he was your chance at work. He works for a captain . . . Copiun, I think." Brenshe answered. "You seem to know a lot about them." Hero asked by implication. "He's asked me two or three times if I wanted to sell their merchandise. At first I was interested, you know; make a litde extra for the lady. But then I found out what they were sell­ ing." Brenshe winked confidentially. "You aren't married Brenshe." "Don't get all self righteous on me Argurion. I know you aren't married for the same reasons as me. Who wants all those problems?" He slapped Hero on the back and left the room. Hero wondered who would take care of women like Melsia if all men thought as Brenshe. He didn't touch the delivered drink, but followed his host's example and exited the room. He didn't head for his room, but into the dark street. A slight scrape which stopped when he did, warned

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Hero. He paused, listening for other noises. Nothing could be heard but the lapping waves against the dock. Suddenly, a patter of feet forewarned Hero of trouble and he drew his knife crouching. Lunging, Hero plunged his knife into the first man's chest, stabbing the other in the leg before either club could descend. A shadow separated from the darkness and approached which Hero recognized as the man from the inn. "This is an awkward position." he said as Hero rose to face him. "They were supposed to knock you out." the man reached for his sword when Hero stepped closer. Hero wiped his knife on the dead man's shirt before sheathing it. Kneeling, Hero tore the same shirt into strips and bound the injured man's leg tightly, easing the pain. "I thought I told you to leave me alone." Hero took a club and pointed it at him. "Call me Snake Eyes. You want business? I have busi­ ness. You interested?" Snake released the grip on his sword. "Double-tongue is what they should call you." Hero replied blithely. "You can forget a blindfold if that's what you're thinking. " "If you do half as well with a sword as that knife, you will be a most welcome addition." Snake Eyes motioned with his head. "Follow me." The scrawny man kicked the brute with the wound and strode toward the waterfront. The wounded man glanced at his dead companion, shot a glare at Hero and hobbled quickly after his master. Hero scanned the area for a trap, but sensing an end to the sabotage, he followed. The trio traveled several nar­ row alleys. Snake continued to twist between buildings until Hero was sure he would never find his way out. Finally, they stopped in front of an abandoned two story house cloaked in darkness.

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Snake pushed open the door and went upstairs, leaving the brute at the door to keep watch. "Wait here until the Captain comes," he told Hero, pointing to a solitary chair in the middle of the room. He started to leave the room when Hero called out, "Wait." He approached Snake and pulled his sword before he could react. "In case you want to find out how well I do . W1th this. " Hero grinned while Snake merely shrugged and left. Half an hour later, Hero heard the stairs creaking as sev­ eral people mounted them. The door opened and a burly man with a drawn sword entered, searching until he spotted Hero. He watched Hero closely while signaling it was clear. Another just as strong, though not quite as tall to entered. Lastly, Snake Eyes appeared. "So you are Ruso's latest lackey. Snake says you killed one of my men." "If they had approached me as honest men instead of rats, I might have let him live." Hero pointed his sword at Snake while leaning against the wall. '�t least you have the decency to meet me as a man." The large man was astonished at being accosted in such a manner. "Who's your master? Ruso again? His last guy didn't have a spine - at least you don't suffer from that." The pirate said, not at all minding the flattery Hero paid him. "That might be because you removed his spine from him, sir." Snake offered. His interruption was greeted by a guffaw from the cap­ tain. "Very clever." "Your question is an insult. I bow neither head nor knee to any. If you have merchandise to sell, offer it. But if all you have are insulting questions, I

will pay you with

some­

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The captain got a huge grin at the declaration. "Where did you find this guy?" he asked Snake. "What shall I call you?" "Call me Argurion, though I suppose that depends on where our relationship takes us." Hero replied as he idly twirled the sword on its tip. The pirate laughed, his thick black beard bouncing off his chest like something alive, "I like that. Money you shall be called. Let's talk business." Even the word 'business' came roughly from the pirate who Hero sensed knew how to

kill

for goods, just not sell

them. "Well now, let us not be in such a rush." Hero replied with a smile, "If I am money, does that make you 'purse'?" "I require no fake names. I am Captain Copiun." Hero observed the man closely. The contempt he felt for him was a real thing, but he hid it carefully behind a mask of indifference. "I am no sailor, as you can tell." Hero held his arms open as if that explained the matter. "What I do better than most is deal your merchandise once on land. Double the profits depending on quality." Hero leaned against the wall again. Copiun waited for several seconds before answering. "Who

will you

sell to that can make such a difference?"

"Good question, but one we both know I can't answer. I will bring the full amount of funds to you, from which you

will

pay me my commission of twenty percent." Hero said

as his tone turned threatening, "If you double cross me for a temporary gain, know it

will

have serious repercussions.

No one will buy your goods and I won't be there to speak for your life." Hero tapped his sword tip on the ground for emphasis. Copiun's brow darkened at the threat, and he cast a lightning glance at Hero's sword in contemplation. His face

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relaxed and he asked, "Why do you need me if you are so proficient at making coin." Hero almost laughed. The man could no doubt wield a sword better than most, but his brain had serious deficien­ cies. He rubbed his cheeks as if in thought which helped keep the smile hidden. "I must have goods to sell. You must have someone to sell it." "Were you involved in Tyrenus's death?" Copiun looked as if he wanted to wring the answer from Hero. "There are rumors he made a bad business deal with someone like you." Hero saw there wasn't so much anger as caution in his question. "Perhaps . . . but that is none of your concern. What do you say to my proposal?" Hero replied, hoping to build his mystique. "Seven percent commission." The captain bargained, that being the only idea that came to mind. "Twenty is final. By doubling your income, my twenty percent commission is comparable to a ten percent com­ mission for a regular buffoon." Hero knew his proposal was accepted once the business of numbers was entered upon. The commission mattered not to Hero, what did matter was a precedent of his superiority over the pirate. "I accept, for now. I have a shipment that is being brought ashore as we speak. You are now responsible for its clean sale . . . with no trace to me." Copiun warned while pointing at Hero before indicating he should follow him to the water­ front. Copiun's slave carried a torch through the dimly lit streets, but as they plunged down the dark path toward the water, the small torch's light proved inadequate and Hero setded for simply following Copiun's shadowy figure. On reaching

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the waterfront, Copiun approached a small shack far from any others and opened the door. Handing the small torch to Hero, he was motioned into the room. Hero almost faltered as he entered and found it packed with people. The stench of sweat, blood, vomit and other bodily functions almost car­ ried away Hero's reason. Composing himself hurriedly before exiting the build­ ing, he led the captain away and spoke firmly, "They need new clothes and better food. You also must forbid your sail­ ors from striking them, especially the females. I saw them for a mere seconds in the dark and recognized heavy bruises on them," Hero saw he was about to get a refusal so contin­ ued speaking, "Clothes and cleanliness reduce the presence of insects that leave bite marks on their bodies. The food will keep their healthy appearance until they are sold. If you don't do it, I will be forced to hold them longer to bring them back to health. That cost will come off your portion. Money is scarce right now, and the amount my patrons

will be pay­

ing demands these attentions." Hero added the last sentence to remind Copiun of the benefits. "Very well, as much as can be avoided, the females will not be struck." Copiun conceded; putting heavy emphasis on females. "I will return in two weeks. Don't disappoint me," he added before leaving Hero alone in the darkness. Hero watched the captain and his followers disappear with a deep sigh of relie£ He hadn't been prepared for the slaves in that room, - the people -- he corrected him­ se!£ Hero was about to open the shack when he considered that someone might have been left to watch him. He had successfully fooled the Captain, and learned what he wanted; the pirates were trafficking slaves. Hero wondered why he hadn't been considered contraband when Captain Meno gave him to the senator.

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He sauntered back to the inn, occasionally looking behind to see if he was followed. When he finally lay down, he stared at the ceiling as his own experiences flashed past him. Fatigue finally kicked in and he drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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Hero's eyes opened a few hours later, and he jumped from his mat. Rushing downstairs and outside Hero saw it was still dark, though it was lightening to a gray tone. "Brenshe." Hero shouted as he entered. From behind a door off of the main room, some­ one stirred and a voice called out, "What do you need?" Brenshe's bleary eyed form shuffied out with a candle. "I'm very sorry to have wakened you," Hero apol­ ogized. "But can you provide me with thirty or more loaves of bread? I also need a large vat of wine, if it can be procured." Hero pulled his purse, showing his willing­ ness to pay. "You need to see the man three houses down. He can provide you with the loaves. By the time you get the bread, I'll have the wine waiting." Brenshe made toward his cellar as Hero stopped him again. "Could you also provide two clay containers to drink from?" Hero added, leaving for the bread as Brenshe sig­ naled in the positive. "There's the drink." Brenshe stifled a yawn and pointed toward the vat. Hero dropped a sack full of bread at his feet and paused, realizing he couldn't carry it alone. "I'll come

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for it later. Here's payment though." Hero paid -with coin, giving a few extra for the trouble. Hero grabbed the sack of bread and thanking Benshe again he departed. In the daylight, as Hero approached the shack, he more fully understood its selection. A very thick copse of trees acted as a shield in all directions, keeping prying eyes from the dark doings. On opening the shack's door, Hero was surprised to find the women and children were huddled together on one side of the room, while the men were grouped on the other side. "Someone has presence of mind." Hero noted as he peered into the dimly lit room and many pairs of fearful eyes stared back. "Does anyone understand me?" Hero asked, speaking in his native tongue. Based on the bemused expressions, Hero decided that was a

'

no.

'

'1\re you from Iberia?" Hero asked,

s-witching languages again, and received no answer. "Surely they aren't from Greece." Hero murmured under his breath, "They're at peace -with Rome now." "What do you want from us now?" one of the men asked in Latin. Hero's face showed his shock at being addressed in the mother tongue of Rome. Deciding to deal -with that mystery later, he lowered the sack from his shoulder and handed it to him, "Distribute this bread and I need someone -with the strength to carry something heavy." The same man passed the sack along and slowly followed Hero. He cast an apprehensive glance behind when Hero left the door open but didn't speak, meekly follo-wing his new master. Hero didn't break the awkward silence until they were half way to the inn. "What is your name?" His answer was hesitant. "Leptis. Leptis Horeno."

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Hero viewed the man behind compassionately. He was heavily scarred in the face, but it looked like the scars were from birth. Hero had seen many types of men while a slave on Captain Meno's ship. Some found strength in belliger­ ence while others sought to remain unnoticed as long as pos­ sible. But Leptis displayed both self-sacrifice and leadership which the others in the shack had sought not to lose as they tried to keep him from leaving. "Help me lift this." Leptis stopped at the vat. "Is this some sort of trick? You left the door open so they can escape . . . what benefit can you have in hunting down escaped slaves." "I'm not here to take ownership of slaves. I came to learn what the pirates must sell with such secrecy. Now I under­ stand less than before." He and Leptis both grunted as they lifted the heavy liquid. There was no more talking as they moved the heavy load through the streets. Half way to shore they rested. "It's because we're from Sicily." Leptis waited a beat. "Do you intend to free us?" "I already have . . . remember, the open door?" Hero smiled when understanding dawned on Leptis. Leptis was quick to react and embraced Hero warmly. "You have my thanks . . . You have everyone's gratitude . . . I owe you my life." He eagerly crouched for the vat again. As the shack came into view, they noticed that the others were timidly gathered around the door. They greeted Leptis with genuine warmth at his safe return. While Leptis was distracted, a girl grabbed Hero's hand and pulled him toward the shack. She released his hand and ran inside, followed by a bemused Hero. An object smashed into his head and Hero groaned as he fell on his face in the dirt. As the heavy stick descended a second time, he rolled, hearing a thump and grunt as Leptis began shouting.

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Fog clouded one eye Hero, but he perceived Leptis nurs­ ing his arm, which he had used stave off a second attack on Hero. Leptis was roaring angrily, but Hero's head was too fuzzy to understand the conversation fully. Leptis apparently said something harsh because the man with the club responded by punching Leptis squarely in the jaw and stalking to the shadows of the room. Several of the onlookers rushed forward as Leptis fell to one knee, still hold­ ing his hurt arms in preference to his bruised jaw. Someone dragged Hero several feet and some water was wiped on his forehead. Relaxing under the cooling sensation, Hero closed his eyes and slept. "Don't wake him." a voice penetrated Hero's sleep as his mind awoke. "He needs to waken some time; he's slept half the day away as it is." "It hasn't been half. . . " Hero's eyes fluttered open and was confronted with the rosy cheeks of a young woman. Her eyes were so close, and a fascinating mixture of gold and brown that he stared into them for several seconds until someone cleared his throat. Hero's head rolled lazily to the side and he saw Leptis watch­ ing him as well. "Pleasant view?" Leptis asked, offering his hand. Hero grasped the hand and rose to his feet, grabbing his head to help the pain. "That. . . was not pleasant. No." He answered, watching the retreating girl as the pain receded from his head. "Her name is Vashalea. She is grateful for your kind­ ness." He offered on noticing Hero's glance. Hero raised an eyebrow, "You say that with a particular meaning?"

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"She has many who love her." Leptis answered ofThand­ edly, following her with his eyes as he spoke. Hero laughed as

he

answered,

"Please

don't feel

threatened by me. I had no thoughts for her of that kind." "She has a big heart, that's all." Leptis answered crypti­ cally. "Tell me," Hero changed the subject, "does that man normally hit you?" "No, he is a very nice man. He has suffered loss though. I reminded him he is not the only one who has." Leptis rubbed his jaw when Hero's comment reminded him of the . patn. "Did you fight for Carthage in the last war? Is that why you were taken by the pirates? Retribution for the past?" Hero asked. "We are free citizens of Rome." Leptis replied, surprised to find Hero didn't understand his meaning. "Our village was granted limited Roman citizenship for our service dur­ ing the war

against Carthage twenty years ago."

Hero's mouth opened wide when he understood. "That is why it is so secret. His head would roll if patrons knew they were buying Roman citizens." "You speak like a native of Rome, yet you certainly can't be." Leptis countered as he studied Hero closely. "I don't want to know where you come from," He added as Hero opened his mouth to reply. "Roman citizens cannot be forced into slavery," he explained, and went on. "Copiun wasn't the man that attacked our village, but he carried us to you, which makes him equally guilty." Leptis waved a couple men to the vat indicating they should move it into the shack. Hero

mumbled

thoughtfully

to

himself,

"Working

together?" Hero paced, "Who attacked you, if not him?"

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"I don't know. We were kept below deck until transferred to Copiun." Leptis answered frankly. Hero grunted at the lack of information and changed the conversation, '�re you going to travel along the coast and then cross, or acquire a small craft and follow land before sailing to Messana. I can offer gold for your journey. I will bring it tonight" Hero promised as he left Leptis for food of his own. Hero approached Leptis in the darkness several hours later, discreetly handing him the promised coin. Feeling the weight of it, Leptis said quietly, "This is no small amount. I cannot accept such a debt." He pressed the purse toward Hero. With equal determination, Hero refused, forcing Leptis to retain the sack. Hero watched him place the gold in his clothing with satisfaction, "How old are you Leptis?" "Twenty four, though I look older," he pointed toward his scared face. Hero nodded his head. "We share our age in common. You have a tough journey ahead, with people looking to you for decisions. Don't make it more difficult on yourself over something as trivial, yet essential in your circumstances, as coin." "Will you spend the whole evening with my brother?" Vashalea asked, approaching the men from behind with a couple loaves of bread which she handed to them both. Hero gazed between her and Leptis who cringed slightly when she spoke, "Your brother loves you very much." Hero got a twinkle in his eye as Leptis shuffied his feet. "Thank you," Hero accepted the food, not answering her bewildered expression. Squatting next to wall, he broke the bread and enjoyed the repast. Leptis joined Hero on the ground as

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Vashalea departed for the shack, returning a moment later to join the men with a loaf of her own. "How are you are in the slave trade, yet don't sell slaves?" Leptis questioned between mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth slowly on receiving a reproving glance from his sister for his manners. "That would be more than a light evening's conversa­ tion," Hero replied. "The pirates seem to be working together now. Though I have a hard time believing it's to sell Roman slaves. You must play some part in their plan." Hero bit off a chunk of bread as Vashalea cleared her throat. '� piece you have risked your life to save." she chal­ lenged frankly, as her food sat uneaten in her lap, and she waited expectantly for a reply. Hero choked on his mouthful, which ended in a cough­ ing fit. Leptis used the distraction to good effect and gave Vashalea a warning glance. Vashalea ignored the glance, continuing boldly, "The others would thank you for your courage, but most are afraid of more treachery." Hero latched onto the comment eagerly as an escape, "You have suffered from treachery?" Hero looked toward Vashalea for the answer, who turned to Leptis. "The man who betrayed us was head of my father's household. He decided his time had come and acted on it. He was very right in his judgment that his

time had

come."

Leptis said grimly. As Leptis finished, Vashalea entreated Hero, "You must visit us when these troubled times are over and give us an opportunity to repay you in some small way." Hero's mind drifted into his foreseeable future. "Troubled times . . . I'm afraid trouble is all there

will be forthcoming for

some time," he finished sadly. "But I promise to visit when

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I am able. If your brother will allow it, that is." Hero glanced at a silent Leptis, who was still contemplating his treacherous slave and had not seconded the invitation. A glare and a nudge from his sister quickly recalled Lep­ tis to the conversation "Consider our house yours. In fact, consider our lives in your debt?" Leptis smiled easily before eating the last of the bread in his hand. "When do you plan to leave? I think sooner would be wiser." Hero warned as he prepared to rise. "We will prepare tomorrow and depart the following morning." Leptis rose with Hero. "We have a couple older people who can use the extra day before another journey." "Then I will see you both tomorrow." Hero bowed to the siblings before escaping their gratitude to his room.

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Hero eyed the three sailors surrounding him on the beach before protesting to Copiun. "These precautions are insulting." "I hope you can overlook the insult to your pride. Have you sold the goods as you guaranteed two weeks ago?" The Captain was most definitely in a bad mood. "Here's your money." Hero answered sourly, hand­ ing a small purse as he spoke. ':Ahh." Copiun exclaimed on feeling the weight of the gold. Opening the purse, he eyed Hero suspiciously. "This is very, very impressive; but not all from that sale?" "Perhaps it's just sand to make it feel heavy. You should check it to make sure." Hero's insinuation was accepted. Copiun nodded his head to the sailors who returned to the small boat they had come ashore in. "I want some information," Hero watched the cap­ tain's reaction closely. "Is the gold sufficient?" Copiun faced Hero and spread his legs, "I guess that depends on the information." Hero was satisfied that the captain's loyalties were at least open to persuasion.

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"What is the promised reward for your role in Sicily?" Hero asked quietly. Feeling the weight of the purse again, Copiun decided quickly, "Tralenus has promised me a segment of land in Sicily with three hundred slaves." Hero wasn't entirely shocked when he heard it. "What are your guarantees he won't kill you?" Copiun lifted his nose in the air. "You seem rather inter­ ested in this affair," he dodged the question and walked along shore. "What's your role in all of it?" Hero kept with him, placing himself to his left, and closest to the hanging dagger. "I help keep the plan mov­ ing," Hero answered easily, as they approached a small skiff. "I want to learn where everyone's loyalties lie." "I am loyal to the plan if the plan is loyal to me." Copiun nodded his head in token farewell and joined his men at the edge of the water. The dingy inn suddenly felt like home to Hero, who col­ lapsed into his bed and stared at the now familiar ceiling. A scraping sound from the corner startled Hero, who sprang to his feet in alarm. Brucania came out of the room's ing

his

shadows knife,

where Hero

he

had

exclaimed,

been "I

hiding.

could

have

Lower­ killed

you!" Brucania laughed, his low laugh, at the idea. He pointed toward the corner, scraping his foot again. "Warnings are good," Hero grinned ruefully, still a lit­ tle rattled. "It is good to see you," He embraced Brucania tightly. "I got Mico's note, is he with you?" Hero lit the single lamp in the room. Brucania shook his head and waited for the lamp to flicker to life before holding out his hand.

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Hero accepted the token from Brucania and silently stared at the ring. After several seconds, he spoke. "How did you get this?" Brucania's eyes showed the frustration of trying to figure out how to answer. "When did you get it?" Hero asked, only to see the same response. "Do you know where Renea is now?" Hero paced the room like a caged animal. Brucania shook his head negatively. "By the gods I wish you could but speak!" Hero exclaimed, agitated at the hindrance. "I'm sorry, I do not blame you." Hero said, as he paced the room in circle. "Where do I need to head? Rome?" Hero asked as he began collecting his belongings together for the journey. Brucania nodded his head in the affirmative. "Rest here and follow when you can. You've had a long journey from Capua to get here - not to mention the journey to Capua." Hero headed for the door. Brucania followed Hero without hesitation; his expres­ sion of resolution fiXed. Lowering his head gratefully, Hero didn't argue but headed downstairs where he thanked Brenshe, his host, for all his efforts. Hero pushed his horse to its limits, reaching the gates of Capua on the second day. Hero slouched over as though drunk and allowed Brucania to guide his horse. When the guard ordered them to halt for questioning, Brucania opened his mouth wide, exposing his stump of a tongue. They were quickly let through. "The guards recognized me on my way out." He alighted from his horse at the entrance of the small shack.

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Melsia opened the door with a spoon in her hand. "Wel­ come back." Melsia said as she hugged Hero eagerly, "I knew you would escape the guards." Hero and Brucania entered the single room building. The smell of food reminded Hero it had been longer than two days since they'd had a decent meal. "Did you succeed?" She asked as he seated himself on the cool ground. "I couldn't complete Hannibal's orders because the pirates already plan to take more than Hannibal can offer." Hero answered, closing his tired eyes and leaning his head against the wall. "Rest. You can have a leg of lamb when you wake." she offered, heading for the fire outside. "No, I must go." Hero's eyes opened at this reminder, "I'm sorry, but may I have what food is already prepared?" He gave a tired smile with the request. "Of course." She answered immediately, going outside to get the food. "Stay with Melsia until you can both follow me. When you get to Rome, go to the house of Senator Cornelius. I will leave any messages there." Hero ordered, "Renea's father." He added on seeing Brucania's puzzled expression. "Bring the remaining gold with you as well -- I carry little to remain light. I'll leave as soon as I can find a horse capable of carry­ ing me." Hero finished as Melsia entered the room again. "You are leaving again?" she handed a roasted leg to Hero and wrapped a loaf of bread and an extra leg for his . JOurney. "You'll be following with Brucania. I must travel swift and light." Hero chewed a large hunk of meat, followed by another huge bite. Bowing his head low to Melsia as she handed him the food, he placed his hand on Brucania's

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shoulder, and bid them farewell. He reached the stables near the north gate and accosted the stable boy, "I want to pur­ chase your best horse. Point him out to me." The young boy immediately pointed toward a light brown horse peacefully munching oats from a manger. Hero inspected it, pleased with its powerful appearance. When he rubbed the horse's nose, it curled its lips at Hero. "I'll buy it. How much?" Within a few minutes, Hero was riding north toward Rome. ***

"Do you know where to find the house of Senator Cornelius?" Hero approached a passing soldier when he had reached the Roman capitol. The soldier and his companions eyed Hero contemptu­ ously before laughing outright and striding away. Hero surveyed his clothing and noted they were in piti­ able condition. "That'll have to come later." Hero searched for someone to help in the streets and approached an old man begging on the corner. "If you can take me somewhere, this is yours." Hero held a drachma in front of the man. The man jumped with an energy that defied his age and led Hero to the house. "This

will help in the coming days!"

He exclaimed on receiving the valuable reward. Hero straightened his filthy clothing before walking the marble steps to the door and knocking loudly. "Hero!" Ilsia exclaimed on opening the door. She bowed her head in greeting. Hero retuned the greeting. "Where is Renea?" llsia appreciated the dark rings under his eyes, "Now I know there is a person who has gotten less sleep than me." "Thanks." Hero gave a tired smile.

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"Come eat." She led through the house to the kitch­ ens. "Cesica will be happy to see you again. She missed you greatly after you left, though I told her you went with Renea's blessing." Hero smiled thinking of the fiercely territorial old cook who nonetheless had a tender side. "Where is Renea?" Hero asked again. "I received a message." "Yes, I had Rimdea take it to our house in Capua." Ilsia answered, placing some meat and bread in front of Hero. "Mistress Renea told me of the ring months ago." she explained as she sat across from Hero. "I know who her confidant is." Hero's eyes twinkled with his old humor for the first time in a long time. "The Senate inquired into Potitus' claims of treachery and found our Master innocent of the charges. He is accom­ panying the legions in Illyria as a diplomatic envoy." Ilsia drank from the cup in front of her. "He probably doesn't know about Renea's position yet." "Where is she?" Hero asked impatiently. "Potitus took her several days ago; but no one acted as it was immediately forgotten when news came of Han­ nibal's successful crossing of the Alps," she explained, seeing the question on his lips. "Be very careful; this city

will

tear you to tiny pieces as a Carthaginian spy, if

found." "Hannibal has crossed the Alps?" Hero exclaimed. Cesica entered the room and a smile spread across her face on spotting Hero. "Dearest, you made it. I'm so glad you weren't killed." The cook waddled to Hero, who stood to embrace her, "How is your burn? I'll never forget when that happened." She rubbed her hands together nervously as if the events would repeat themselves.

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"It hurt for some time, but its fine now." Hero smiled at the kindly woman. "You always understate everything about yoursel£ You look so tired! Your eyes are

all bloodshot. Why don't you get

some rest?" Her face lit up on spotting the cold bread. "I'll warm some real food before you sleep. I

no!"

will

not accept a

She shuffled from the room before Hero could decline

her generosity. Hero caught Ilsia's eye and saw them raised in the arc and a slight smile touched her lips, "You have touched every woman's heart in this household." The red creeping into Hero's cheeks was visible even behind his thickening beard. "Is Valeria still planning to marry Caneus?" Hero asked. llsia looked surprised, "I'm surprised you remember her. Yes, she was to marry him at the end of this week. Renea was more upset about it than Valeria. While Valeria had no hope, Renea always expected something to happen." Ilsia wiped tears from her eyes for the first time, "Renea has always given for everyone else. My mother said the same of her mother, and I can vouch for it still." '� this lies on my doorstep," Hero murmured under his breath. "More than you know." llsia answered quietly, rising and hurrying from the room. Hero rose to follow her but Cesica entered with hot soup and a big smile. Hero seated himself again with thanks and enjoyed the food. "How can Potitus justify kidnapping her?" He asked absent mindedly as he stirred the hot liquid before drinking it in one gulp.

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"My dear, no one told you?" Cesica sat across from Hero in the spot Ilsia had just vacated. "Renea admitted to order­ ing the release of that black slave." '�dmitted?" Hero asked, "How could she, she didn't know until Rimdea told her." Hero quickly understood his own question, "Curses on Rimdea!" He pressed his fingers to his tired eyes. Why doesn't he set this straight?" Hero stood to go get him as Cesica interrupted. "We don't know where Rimdea is. He disappeared after Ilsia gave him something to deliver." Cesica stood as well and walked to the door. Hero followed her, "Well then, I will search alone. Thank you for the soup Cesica, you have warmed my heart and my tummy. Hopefully I will have good news next time I see you." Cesica smiled at the compliment before shooing him from her kitchen.

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Hero walked the wide streets of Rome, too tired to appreciate the differences between the two capitals at war with each other. He found Potitus' house and inspected the exterior. It was impressive in its security, with a metal studded wooden door, but he knew it still suffered from the same problem that all these villas did; the gardens. His head sagged and he rubbed his eyes, "I need to sleep." With that objective in mind, Hero froze on seeing Valeria coming from the house, followed by the same little slave girl he had saved so long ago. He returned the passing smile which lingered several moments as an idea crossed his mind. The slave noticed Hero following and pulled on Vale­ ria's arm before whispering in her ear. Valeria continued walking straight ahead, with her slave occasionally glanc­ ing behind them. Dropping her basket suddenly, Valeria sprinted down a side street, looking over her shoulder. "Daughter!" Hero cried out before running after her. Several people nearby watched Hero run after his daugh­ ter with surprise but continued when he was out of sight. Catching her in only a few steps, Hero refrained from grabbing her, instead calling out, "Valeria, it's me." Valeria stopped running on finding Hero had no intention of harming her. "What do you want?" she asked

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breathlessly, leaning forward from the unusual exertion. Valeria scrutinized his face closely "Who are you?" "Renea's slave, Hero." Hero listened for pursuit behind them. Valeria looked at him intently, "I remember. I can hardly recognize you underneath that beard." "Valeria. . . do you know. . . anything about Renea?" Hero asked slowly, not sure how to broach the conversa­ tion. She squinted her eyes suspiciously, but was satis­ fied with their reading, "She's been my friend since my mother and her mother and sister died in the outbreak several years ago." She stated, lightly springing up sev­ eral steps. Hero hid his surprise at learning Renea had a sister. "Renea's been kidnapped Valeria; she's been missing for a week. I was referring to the present, not the past," He spoke softly, knowing she knew nothing. Valeria

stopped

and

faced

Hero,

"Kidnapped?

When?" She asked, as her mind lodged on Renea's kid­ napping, unable to process further. "Last week.

I think your father took her," he

answered. "Kidnapped?

Father?"

Valeria

repeated

under

her breath. Her breathing began to increase in speed. "I

haven't heard from

her . . . "

She

"My father wouldn't kidnap her. . .

spoke

quickly,

He never liked

h er. . . , " The slave girl ran to them breathless. Glancing between Valeria and Hero in confusion at their seem­ ingly friendly conversation, she leaned into her mistress' ear. Valeria spoke quickly, "Father has sent soldiers for me."

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True to the statement, shouts could be heard in the street. Seeing his proximity to danger, Hero leaned forward, "Help me find her; if you learn anything, place a note in the vine at your door." Hero lowered his head and walked away. All he could do was hope she would act as a spy in her own house. The streets became Hero's friend as he worked his way around to the entrance of Potitus' house. He was just in time to see Valeria escorted to her door by four soldiers as a young man with dark hair exited, followed closely by Potitus. Bowing his head in a stiff farewell, he became aware of the approaching soldiers, and Valeria. His eyes met Potitus' with a look of contempt before bowing stiffiy toward Valeria and stalking past her. Valeria's gaze followed him, until spotting Hero across the street in the shadows. Hero pulled further away, lest Potitus' eyes follow her stare. Valeria heeded the warn­ ing and lowered her eyes, glancing at the vine that crawled to the roof as she entered the house. Hero felt far more hatred of Potitus at that moment than sympathy for the girl. With diligence, he began his search to find a place to stay. "This is more than I need, but it

will

do." Hero com­

mented, surveying the small, though pleasant house. "Here you are." Hero paid out the sum required to the owner who had accompanied him. Hero stepped onto the hot, stone street, hopeful of gain­ ing more helpful information than he had the previous three days in Rome. Hero's pace increased on spying a shadow standing in front of the vine beside Potitus' door and smiled on recogniz­ ing Valeria's slave. Hero slid carefully around the rear of the

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adjoining house, edged down the side. Checking both direc­ tions, he rummaged through the vine. A grunt of satisfaction followed as he felt the note and retreated into the shadows with his treasure, reading greedily. He slid down the wall when he finished the message, star­ ing at the opposite house blankly. Distractedly he read the note again. He wondered how it could be written in Punic; he dismissed the conjecture and assumed her black slave girl must be of Carthaginian origin. Rolling the parchment, Hero headed toward the street when he heard a rustling from the vine. Someone was search­ ing the vine for the note in his hand. Hero wondered how anyone could have known about the parchment as he heard the front door close. Wrapping around the rear of the house again, Hero left the way he had come. ':At least it's a new moon." Hero stood behind Potitus' house that night holding a rope and covered hook. His gaze moved to the roof line "Stupid houses. Not one escape route . . . " He banished the idea of this being a trap and kept his thoughts positive. Tossing the hook over the apex of the roof, Hero waited for sounds indicating detection before climbing up the pre knotted rope. On reaching the top, he surveyed the square courtyard within. A pool of water formed the middle of a garden oasis, with four torches dimly reveal­ ing carefully pruned potted bushes and trees. He lowered the rope to the other side and dropped into the courtyard. Vale­ ria approached from the other side of the torch lit courtyard with a bag in her hand, having watched his descent from behind a pillar. Hero jumped, but didn't make a noise as she placed a hand on his shoulder on his feet touching the ground. Hero put a finger to his lips, balled the rope and threw the remainder onto the roo£

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Valeria led the way toward the shadows of the court­ yard door before leaning in very close to his ear, whispering, "Father has a guard at the front entrance." Hero nodded his head, not appreciative of the intimate position. He pushed Valeria against the wall and held her there as a man walked through the door next to where they were standing. The man circled the pool and disappeared into the house in the opposite direction. Valeria led them through an archway to Hero's right and into the house until they arrived at the front entrance where Hero spotted the guard. Sneaking around the perimeter of the open ceiling room, Hero began to pull his knife out. Valeria placed a hand on his arm. His silent expression reassured her worried eyes and she removed her restraining hand. He crept behind the guard and brought the butt of the knife against his head. The guard gave a cry and collapsed to one knee where Hero was obliged to beat his head against the wall to silence him. Ripping open the door, Hero grabbed Valeria's hand and bag, and raced down the street to the sound of pursuit. Several turns down side alleys did nothing to shake the angry followers who continued to gain. His house was very close, and he was leading them directly to it. Hero pushed Valeria behind some barrels and joined her. Valeria was exhausted. Her head sagged and her breath came in ragged gasps. As the pursuers approached, Hero held his hand over her mouth, leaving only a small hole to breathe. Two men ran within a hand's breath with drawn swords. Hero sprang to his feet once they were out of sight and ran down another alley. The short rest had cramped Valeria's legs, and she collapsed crying as she twisted her ankle on an uneven cobble. Hero could see she wasn't seriously hurt, but knew she wouldn't be able to run any further. Tossing her

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over his free shoulder, he ran. As they arrived at the house, Hero placed her in a reclining chair. Hero felt a little frustration as he confronted Valeria, "I didn't understand your note. You said Caneus Markus's legion is leaving Rome tomorrow. Why would your father force your marriage tonight?" Hero asked, tapping the note he handed to Valeria and getting her a drink of water. "Caenus's father is a leading Senator. By marrying his son, I take his son's rank in the Patrician class. If he dies, it's easier for me to marry another Patrician." Valeria explained, giving a sigh as she told Hero. "That is why I have always been envious of Renea. Her father has left the world open to her." "Why would Senator Markus agree to a match so unwor­ thy of their family?'' Hero asked. "I don't know. They would receive no benefit from the marriage. He is a savage, no matter what his rank." Valeria said scornfully. "Renea wouldn't want . . . " Hero was interrupted by a loud bang from the entrance. Six men rushed the room with drawn swords. Seeing their threatening nature, Hero dropped the knife he had snatched from his side. "On whose orders . . . " Hero started to demand when Potitus entered the room with a smug smile.

''An escaped sl(J1Je demands to know on whose author­ ity he is being taken." Potitus spoke to the armed men who laughed. Hero searched the room for an escape as Potitus continued. "Do not fear the branding iron from me. I have learned not to overstep my boundaries. Your friendly master put quite a squeeze on me for the scars you bear." A sav­ age expression crossed his face. "You no one

will

will

die this time, and

know to complain," his lips curled into a thin

smile. "Thus, you the slave shall truly learn your place this

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time," His eye turned to Valeria. "You disgrace me." he spat, his pleasure at killing Hero supplanted by his anger at her escape. Valeria tremblingly rose to her feet, "Spare his life." she squeaked before running from the room, followed by one of the men. "It seems you don't run a very tight

ship"

Hero contin­

ued laughing contemptuously. Potitus took the sword from the man next to him, inten­ tion written on his face. Getting control however, he handed the sword back and started to leave the room. "Be creative. Make it hurt," Potitus' lips curled again. Hero called out in a threatening tone, "If they fail, watch your back." Potitus paused, but didn't turn, "Don't fail." he said darkly to the man in charge, a pale sickly creature. The five men circled Hero like wild beasts. He knew, sev­ eral blades would puncture him before he could grab the knife lying on the ground. "I

will

allow you a quick death if you

will

quietly

accompany us to the river." The pale gawky man offered, obviously respecting Hero's prodigious strength. In con­ firmation of this declaration, he held out a rope in his left hand. Hero nodded his head, willing to do anything for more time. The knots were tied and they walked toward the river. Some of the men began grumbling among themselves, as they considered the needless waste of manpower five men provided with one man tied. "Lencia, it doesn't take five men to kill him. Can't we just let Gaisus here do it?" The complaining man pointed toward the youngest of the group.

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Lencia sneered at the man speaking, "You worthless drunk. Go to your drinks; I'll take the reward myself." he answered as the other four put their heads together at his threat. "It's only fair we should get free drinks out of this, since we were interrupted," the spokesman for the group negoti­ ated. "Very well. I'll give each of you two asses, and the rest is mine." Lencia answered, not at

all

displeased with the

change. The four rambled to their drinking house as Hero stood in shock. "Lencia? You tried to kill me when I first met Mico. Mico killed you . . . I thought" Hero inspected the man over his shoulder, "I can barely recognize you. How did you live?" Hero asked. Hero's only answer came in the form of another push and the point of the sword which followed the action. A plan sprung into his head as he goaded him again, "You weren't that great looking before, now you look as if you've returned at the will of Hades himself." Hero waited for the expected grab, and was soon rewarded. "I was sent; and you are the reason." Lencia whispered in his ear. Hero didn't wait, his hands groped and found the knife handle at Lencia's waist. Falling forward, Hero cut his bonds as he rolled, kicking the pursuing Lencia hard in the chest. His frail form staggered several feet before falling to the ground. Hero sprang to his feet and launched himself at the prone figure, silently burying the knife in the man. Hero rolled the body over, scrambling away several feet on finding Lencia was already dead from his own sword. Hero smiled as he headed for Potitus' house, and the party planned.

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The house was brightly lit, though the first morning's rays were starting to rise as he crawled to the entrance. Many voices echoed in merriment through the courtyard and over the roo£ Suddenly, everything got silent and one person made an announcement. "Relax . . . its good . . . daughter married" an unknown voice said, apparently congratulating Potitus. "I would like to thank . . . I promise to . . . we must go." Potitus said as Hero heard horses approaching. Retreating across the street, Hero watched Potitus and his daughter exit the house. Valeria entered a car­ pentum while Potitus mounted a horse and waved to the guests that followed them. Hero sprinted to Renea's house, hoping he had time. Running past Senator Cornelius's house to the stables in the rear, he found his horse eating some oats from a manger. The horse looked up in surprise as its saddle strap was hastily tightened. Hero threw himself on its back and kicked it into motion, riding for the south western gate. "Have you seen a man with a girl traveling in a carpentum pass by here with an escort?" Hero asked the posted soldiers hastily. The men half rose in surprise from their warming fire and shook their heads.

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Hero uttered a curse on Potitus until another notion crossed his mind and he headed for the south eastern gate with the same question for the guards. "Yes. Around half an hour ago." The guard answered. "Ha, how predictable. To the sea you rat." Hero thanked the soldier with several coins, which got the gate opened especially for him. He then rode off at a quick pace for Ostia, Rome's primary port. Hero became alarmed when he saw large troop move­ ments heading north and no sign of his quarry along the Tigris River. Frustration built since it was necessary to retreat off the road with each passing contingent. He finally reached Ostia in the mid-afternoon and buried the gold outside the city. He left his horse at the first stable he encountered before proceeding to the docks. "Sailor," Hero hailed one of the passing men on the docks, "I was hoping you could help me." Hero lowered his voice as he took several steps closer, "I need to find the most dishonest captain in port." Hero lifted a coin in the air as an offering. The man laughed as he plucked the coin from his hand, "Pick one of them and there is your answer." The man laughed again as he shuffied away along the muddy street, leaving a very annoyed Hero behind. Hero entered a nearby inn for some wine, fish and information. Hero wolfed down the food, litde tasting the delicate fish. The rest followed as quickly and he was preparing to leave when the argument of three men several tables broke his thoughts. " . . . No, not at all. We should send every soldier to the north and crush this rabble of an army

now,

before their

confidence carries all before them." The man's nasally voice

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grated on Hero's ears, even while attempting to hear every word. "These Roman politicians have their heads on backwards. That they would wait a full week before sending the legions from Ostia is mind boggling. Anyone with half a mind would know we should stop them in the north,

before they can come

to our heart." Another voice chipped into the conversation, with the chair he was sitting on creaking under his weight.

"Captain

Tralenus won't be lacking work the next few

months, that's for sure. Being the only one foolish enough to sail the winter waters ensures a premium price for his services - that you can be sure o£" A third, more sedate voice added to the opinionated conversation. A mocking emphasis was placed on 'Captain.' "I don't understand how he still gets government con­ tracts. Everyone knows he has shady ties to who knows what." The loud nasally voice spoke again, clearly drunk, as his voice rose stridently. The first voice spoke again, "Who cares about Tralenus. Now is the time for us to overwhelm the barbarians. While they are overconfident form their minor victory at Ticinus." Hero restrained his impatience and finished his meal quietly, leaving the room for the docks again, and hopefully some answers. ':And you are sure that is the ship?" Hero confirmed, nodding toward the ship in deep shadows. "Couldn't be surer," A stream of fog came from the sail­ or's mouth in the chilly night. Hero sauntered past the ship and placed a clay pitcher on the ground by a brazier before warming his hands over the fire. Pulling a burning stick from the flame, Hero picked up his pitcher and walked to the ship, viewing it calmly one

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last time before heaving the wine and oil over the side, fol­ lowed by the burning stick. A cry went up immediately as flames burst out, followed by the pounding of feet. Buckets attached to ropes were cast over the side, narrowly missing Hero's head and hitting the dock before splashing into the water. Drawing his knife, Hero cut the ropes before running from the dock as a head popped over the side to see what had happened to the buckets. The mast and sails caught fire next as Hero heard shouts echoing from ship to the city. The sailor's were frantically cut­ ting at the base of the mast. Hero backed away even further from the brightening flames. The men on board scrambled out of the way as the severed beam crashed to the deck. Hero gave a start when Renea came on deck, followed by Valeria and the hated outline of Potitus. All three descended the rope ladder on the side and made their way toward the end of the dock. Potitus pointed toward where Hero was hid­ ing; indicating they should wait for him there as he headed toward the ship, nimbly scaling the side. Hero waited until they were quite close before calling out, "Renea!" before ducking again. Valeria heard Hero's call and tugged on Renea's hand, saying something in an undertone. Hero poked his head out again; making sure no one else was nearby. Valeria began to run toward him, but Renea grabbed her arm and slowed her step. Reaching the safety of the shadows, Renea gave a small sob as she ran the last couple feet to Hero, who embraced her tightly. Renea's generally serene face broke down as she started to cry uncontrollably. "I'm sorry I failed you," Hero said softly. Renea stepped back, "I had lost hope." a smile broke through the tears, "You always arrive . . . . " The rest of the sentence was lost in his chest.

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"Several hundred feet that way," Hero pointed north into the shadows, "is a place you can get a room." Hero handed Renea several coins, "I need Potitus." Hero assured her steadily, "I will come soon." He reached to her cheek and placed one finger under a fleeing tear. "I want to help," Valeria spoke quickly, almost pleading. Hero nodded his head, "No, go with Renea. I'll come shortly." Valeria stood indecisively before replying, "Stay deep in the shadows over there." She ran toward the burning ship which was surrounded by sailors franticly throwing water. "That is one stubborn girl!" Hero muttered as he watched her run. "Go and get the room. I don't want him to see you here." He leaned in and kissed her cheek. Renea reciprocated, though hers remained a little longer, "I'll see you soon." Hero watched her walk away until the darkness swal­ lowed her. Peeking toward the docks, Hero's stomach lurched on seeing Potitus approaching his position. Scrambling deep into the shadows, he heard him talking. "I

will not have her spoiled. Where is she?"

Valeria remained silent for a second before answering, "I would rather have her dead than have her used by my brother." Potitus stretched out his hand and struck her, causing her to stagger several feet, "Your insolence and disrespect are a shame . . . " Hero crept behind Potitus and slid his knife snugly against his throat. "I wouldn't do that again," Hero whis­ pered in his ear. "Valeria, remove his dagger and throw it to the ground." Valeria obeyed, reaching forward a full arm's length and pulling the dagger,

all

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with her other hand. "You are the one who has disgraced our family father." Hero nodded his head to signify she should leave and waited until she was some distance before he led Potitus backwards into a dark warehouse full of merchandise. Hero pummeled Potitus' head, and he crumpled to the ground. Hero tied him tightly to one of the building's supporting posts with some grain sack ropes before slapping him in the face several times. "You can

sleep

later. I have questions," Hero said omi­

nously as Potitus came to. Fear spread over Potitus' face as he saw his position and the coldness in Hero's eyes. All previous arrogance was gone. Hero studied the pathetic figure before him, "I don't understand how they found you and your son's body in the fire. You seem to be in perfect health to me." Hero raised one eyebrow. "Haha, you liked that didn't you?" Potitus mocked, easily retrieving his former arrogance, his previous weakness sud­ denly nonexistent, "Two of my slaves volunteered for the ser­ vice." Potitus laughed outright, his teeth white in the moon. "How's your burn by the way?" "Captain Meno deserved the same fate?" Hero accused, his face darkening as he ignored the jab. "That was long overdue. He was tracking down my captains. I almost figured out how, but my man was killed on his ship," Potitus scowled to himself. "Meno would have ruined all our plans if he wasn't dealt with. He accounted for more captures than the rest of the Roman navy com­ bined," he stated in a kind of warped admiration. "Then again, that's not difficult considering I own half the Roman naval captains."

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Hero returned Potitus' laugh "Was your man a thin little guy that liked using a whip? I remember him. Specifically, I remember him trying to whip me. He ended up dead. Then there was the tall captain with a bushy beard who sold the locations of competing captains to Meno. Meno would col­ lect the official bounty on their heads, sell their ships to oth­ ers and sell their crews as slaves for a nice profit. It seems you don't run a very tight ship." Hero laughed at using his own joke again, while enjoying the discomfiture of Potitus. Leaning forward, Hero saw Potitus' arms twitching. Reach­ ing toward the arm, Hero saw the untied bonds as Potitus sprang to his feet, grabbing Hero's throat in a grip of iron. Swinging the knife in a full arc under the outstretched arm, Hero plunged his knife into the side of Potitus' chest. Potitus' grip on Hero's throat relaxed as his other hand grabbed at his shoulder for support. Leaning in close, he whispered in Hero's ear, "This doesn't end with me." His grip slipped and he collapsed to the ground. Hero squatted over the body of the man that had caused so much misery. His clothing held nothing of use besides a small quantity of coins in a purse. He stretched Potitus' legs straight and dropped them. A slight metallic sound echoed on hitting the ground. Hero slit the right sandal open and removed three gold coins. "Pure gold? He doesn't travel cheap." Hero mumbled to himself as he pulled the left san­ dal and slit it too. A folded parchment was exposed. Hero walked to the moonlight and read the document before leav­ ing the building.

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"Hero, what is wrong? You have hardly spoken." Renea asked gently as she moved her horse beside his. "I know." Hero avoided the question. Renea rode quietly for several minutes while steal­ ing glances toward him, clearly unsure how far to probe. "What happened last night?" she finally ventured. Hero looked to see where Valeria was before replying testily, "I killed a man last night. . . I

wanted to

kill a man

last night." Hero hunched in his saddle, clearly having only stated half his thoughts. '�d finding you again . . . I suddenly realize I can never provide a home. . . I'm going to ride ahead for a bit." He rode off, leaving Renea to follow him with her eyes. 'fue you going to be like this in Rome?" Renea asked later in the afternoon when Hero joined them again. "I spoke hastily earlier, I'm sorry." Hero began, '�d no, I won't be. I have a plan, I think." Hero tapped his head. "I have not fallen into despair yet," He said with a smile. The smile faded and he held her eyes with his own. "Would you spend your life with me?" He asked quietly. Renea didn't answer, instead reaching over she gave him her hand.

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Hero's squeeze was accompanied by a big smile which spread across his face. "You really shouldn't have accepted responsibility for Rimdea's action." "You shouldn't offer advice, considering Brucania con­ demned you to death and yet lives." Renea laughed in tri­ umph as Hero opened and closed his mouth. "You might want to wait here while I break the news to everyone inside." Hero advised as they rode behind the house to the stables.

'M right." Valeria answered for them as Hero walked around to the front door and knocked. "Did you find her?" Were the first words Ilsia uttered upon opening the door and seeing Hero with a large . gnn. "Yes, she is outside. I didn't know if the news should be broken to her father to soften the shock." Hero replied, lean­ ing down so llsia could hug him. "He isn't back yet, though we probably need to break some news to her first . . . " Her statement was interrupted as Melsia came behind llsia. "Hero!" Melsia rushed forward and hugged him as he stepped inside, "I have so much to tell! Brucania is a good lis­ tener, but he doesn't talk very much." She pulled away when she finished speaking, gazing shyly past Hero. Hero flushed when he saw Renea watching him from the doorway and had seen their embrace. Ilsia ran to her mistress as Hero stood aside awkwardly. Renea hugged llsia quickly and walked past Hero. Extending her hands, she placed them on Melsia's as tears formed in her eyes. "We thought you were murdered . . . they found the wreck­ age." Renea began to say before they embraced tenderly while tears streamed down her cheeks.

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Hero watched in utter surprise as both cried profusely on each other's shoulders. Looking toward llsia for an expla­ nation, she began to mouth an answer when they both separated. "This is my sister." Renea explained, still staring at Mel­ sia tenderly. Hero started to say something, but it was stuck in his throat. "I just found out you were taken." Melsia exclaimed on seeing the calor rising to her sister's cheeks. "Has father returned?" Renea asked in return, seem­ ingly unaware of Melsia's inviting statement. Clutching each other tightly at the waist, they both disappeared inside the house. "You seem to have entirely lost the power of speech." Ilsia teased as she reached under Hero's chin and popped his drooping mouth to its proper position. "Melsia told me how you saved her in Saguntum." llsia said as a lead in for Hero to tell his tale. "It's a long story. I should see to the horses first," Hero replied, hurrying to the door. "Valeria is out here as well. You might want to bring her in," Hero said loud enough to be heard, ':And . . . she thinks Melsia died in the plague with her mother years ago." He added as a caution before leaving. "You can go in now Valeria," Hero said as he spotted her waiting patiently in the yard. "There is some shocking news which llsia will want to tell." Hero strode toward the horses, still in somewhat of a daze. Hero relieved the horses of their saddles and carried them to the other side of the stable. Brucania came behind him and deposited the remaining two saddles. Hero clasped his arm, pleasantly surprised to see him. "You did well bringing her here," Hero said warmly. "I'm assuming Melsia has already told you several times . . . "

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Hero didn't finish when Brucania nodded emphatically that it was so. "Tell me, do you know where to find Mico? Was he in Rome when you last saw him?" Brucania signaled he would take him now. Hero pointed to the horses, which Brucania shook his head as not being necessary. '�1 right, let's go." Hero followed out of the stable to the street, perfecdy happy to let the sisters share every bit of news before he returned. "Mico� How are you?" Hero asked as the door opened. "I see you still despise frugality." he noted the luxuries of his surroundings. "I sense a root of bitterness in that comment." Mico embraced Hero and ushered him inside. "I'm surprised you are still alive. Brucnia told me about some of your adven­ tures while we traveled together." Hero raised an eyebrow, "He

told you? I

didn't know he

could speak." "Well, he kind of made arm motions. Since most of them were hacking sword motions, I got the picture." Mico greeted Brucania heartily as both men smiled at the joke. "Mico, I have a rather . . . odd request," Hero began hesitandy. "I have a young girl who needs a friend. I was hopeful she could stay with you." Hero could see the refusal on his lips, "She can't stay where she is, and her father is dead." "I can't do that. I'm here

all

alone." Mico glanced at

the invitingly open door as if he wanted to close himself behind it. "Would you consider it if I gave you Potitus' life?" Hero asked slowly, watching his reaction.

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Mico's lips twitched as he considered Hero's proposal, "How long will I have to take care of the homeless girl?" "She needs protection more than a home." Hero cor­ rected.

':All right. Who is it?" Mico asked as he poured a three glasses of wine. "It's Potitus' daughter, Valeria." Hero explained as he took the proffered glass. He sighed quietly with relief that he had Mico's word for her protection. "Potitus' daughter?" Mico asked, surprised. "You said her father was dead . . . ?" Mico's brain was almost audible as he processed the information. "Potitus is dead? How did it happen?" Mico asked excitedly. Hero began the tale over the evening meal before rejoin­ ing Senator Cornelius' daughters. ***

"Why must you go again? You've only been here three days," Melsia exclaimed when Hero announced his resolu­ tion of leaving. "Father has not even returned yet." "I made a promise I must keep," Hero explained slowly. "Certainly you could . . . " Melsia was interrupted by Renea. "When do you think you will return?" She asked objec­ tively as she glanced toward her sister warningly. "I don't know. It could be some time," Hero said almost apologetically, bracing himself for another reproach from Melsia. The expected reply was on her tongue but Renea spoke again, "When do you leave?" "Tomorrow morning when the gates open," Hero rose from his cushion. "I'll be in the gardens until the sun goes down ' "

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"Would you like company?" Renea asked when he reached the door. "I would," Hero smiled. Renea slipped her hand into his and they left the room for the gardens.

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AFTERWORD When I was 15, I read the story of Hannibal Barcid and his march over the Alps. Even more than his amaz­ ing victories in battle, I loved that after the war was over, he returned to Carthage and destroyed its rampant cor­ ruption. Carthage's history leaves much to the imagination. Many truths that we take for granted are nothing more than deductions by historians based on very small facts. What doesn't help is the fact that Carthage's only histori­ cal references come from Roman or Greek sources with­ out a single Carthaginian document to offer their point of view. Time was the most difficult aspect to factor into the book. I knew when key events took place, such as battles or crossings of rivers, but my main character needed to pass certain amounts of time to match this timeline. I did my very best to have these times match. The battle where Hero and David get their first glimpse of Hannibal was entirely fabricated. The only thing based in history is the fact that there were conflicts between Carthage and the tribes of the west. I wanted to show that Carthage was not entirely in possession of Ibe­ ria when Hero arrives. Unfortunately, there is absolutely no history of the campaigns waged by Carthage during this time. That left my imagination. Hannibal's brother in law Hasdrubal is still in charge when the book begins. His assassination is generally, but by no means conclusively attributed to Gauls. In my

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book, I had absolutely no qualms in implying he was assas­ sinated by traitors from Carthage or assassins from Rome. When Hasdrubal was still in power he made a treaty with Rome that Carthage would not pass or try to subvert Roman allies across the Ebro River in the North. In my book I have both Rome and Carthage seeking Saguntum's alliance, but in reality Saguntum sought Rome's alliance to protect them from Carthage's aggression in the region. The Romans blatantly violated this treaty when they agreed to come to Saguntum's defense which was far south of the Ebro River. It was this violation of the treaty that gave Hannibal his reason for going to war. By attacking Saguntum, he forced Rome to war, thereby forcing the peace party in Carthage to also declare war. What I am almost sure of, but not completely so, is if the Goddess Diana was held to be a deity in Saguntum. There are records that a temple, made of stone, survived Hannibal's sack and that he actually did his best to save it, not wanting to offend the gods. The Greek trading posts in the area prob­ ably influenced the region making it not unbelievable that Diana was worshipped. Because the navies of both Rome and Carthage were exhausted by the first Punic war, the pirates were everywhere, doing terrible things to almost everyone. Piracy was rampant, which is why I made pirates a pillar of the story. It added a nice third party who owed their allegiance to no one. While it may seem odd that Senator Cornelius was so far south of Rome when Hero first met him, this probably would not have been unusual. To be rich at that time was to own land. It was only later that coin made a man rich instead of land. Also, Senators were not allowed to engage in foreign trade, forcing them to own land. This was to keep them from sending Rome to war for personal gain.

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In Hero's family history, the High priest of Tanit demands that the Senators sacrifice their children to appease the gods during the dark days of the Truceless War, which is now known as the Mercenary War. The goddess Tanit would probably not have requested human sacrifice since it is thought she represented fertility among other things. If there was human sacrifice, it would probably have been to Baal Hammon. I intentionally chose to only use one god for Carthage throughout my book, whether for prayers or sacrifice. Because religion isn't a major part of my story, I wanted something simple which didn't need to be explained. Explaining the details of a religion can be tedious, especially in an action story. I made Brucania a survivor of the Mercenary war. This war immediately followed the First Punic war and was begun by the very mercenary army Carthage had paid to fight in its stead. When they worried their wages were not going to be paid, they declared war on Carthage. The war was full of ruthless atrocities committed by both sides. Any prisoners taken on either side, Carthage or the Mer­ cenaries, were either murdered by having parts of their body cut off or were crucified upside down. Few wars have matched the brutal aggression shown at this time. Hanni­ bal's father, Hamilcar Barcid, was the saving force for Car­ thage during this conflict. It was his actions in this war that propelled the Barcid family to the forefront of Carthage politics. Hannibal and Brucania return to Saguntum in time to witness the end of the siege. Once again, the timing is very close to real life events. All the events inside the city, with Hero acting as an agent inside are entirely fabricated. Per­ haps there was a man inside the city, but probably not; we'll never know.

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Hannibal sends Hero to Capua to bribe local officials in the hope of turning the city. In history Capua did turn to Carthage, but only after the devastating battle of Cannae when all hope for Rome was lost. While small things like hav­ ing Hero instrumental in this flip don't change anything in history, I don't want readers to think any one character was instrumental in these events. When Hero returns to Hannibal's camp thinking David is dead, there is a great battle with a native army who are contesting the river crossing. This battle is real and happened in the method described. The native mob of an army was caught by surprise in the rear by a force sent in advance by Hannibal. The natives were scattered and Hannibal's army continued its march to the Alps. Mter this battle, David tells his brother of Hannibal's march through the Gauls in the south. This event is also true in every respect and is an amazing feat. The natives in that region were extremely adept at fighting mountain warfare. Hannibal overcame this by splitting his army into three and marching directly through the mountains, suppressing the opposition. That he did it in mere weeks is even more amazing from a military perspective. The Roman citizenship of the slaves Hero rescues is of much more import than the story emphasizes. Citizens of Rome could not be involuntarily placed into slavery. To do so would have been an egregious breaking of the law. The rank of slave in Rome was the same as any other property owned by a master. It could be used in any way and even killed with absolutely no repercussion. This explains why Renea's father had unlimited faith in Hero to protect his daughter's virtue. If he risked himself for a slave, he would no doubt do the same for his master's daughter.

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What I really tried to stay true to was the social norms of the time. Whether in regard to marriage, lack of respect for human life or obedience to the laws of the land, I wanted the reader to understand the behavior of the time. I tried to stress this at certain points, like when Hero saved Brucania. I wanted to convey the seriousness of his actions in breaking the punishment ordered by a Centurion. Social status was everything at this time. This made the marriage of Potitus' daughter, who was a plebian to a Patri­ cian a very big deal. But to rise from the status of a slave to Equite, as Hero did, was almost impossible. I did this to further highlight the services Hero rendered to the state by revealing a traitor of Rome in their struggle for survival. The whole story of Two Spies and a General is about treachery on both sides of the war. This was entirely fab­ ricated. I have zero evidence that there were treacherous Senators on either side. Hanno the Great in Carthage often spoke of ending the war with Rome at

all

costs and might

be considered the peace party of the day, but being a trai­ tor . . . no idea. There is evidence of deep corruption within Carthage among the nobility. Not treachery in the sense of working with Roman counterparts, but corruption like what you see in modern governments with trading political favors, giving and receiving dirty money and positioning for political and personal gain. It was this corruption that Hannibal destroyed after the war. In my story, what made the treachery of breaking Sicily away from Rome so big was the cost of that island. Hun­ dreds of thousands died in the war 20 years earlier and the treasuries of both city states had been depleted over

20+ years of war. For Sicily to be stolen, and that with the

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assistance of Carthage, would have been the height of dis­ honor, especially while Rome was once again at war with her bitter rival. What makes this period in time so fascinating for me is the seemingly unlimited patriotism of Rome's populace which struggled against the genius that was Hannibal. A man who fought for a nation so corrupt, that even when things were most dire for its citizens, its leaders could only think of their own riches and position - sadly, a situation strikingly similar to our day.

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ABOUT THE AUTH O R :

Since I was 12 years old I have had a fascination with

history. At firstt it was World War II and the many aspects

of that conflict, from the different theaters of operation to the holocaust to the resistance. With age came a desire to learn more of ancient conflicts. I fell in love with his­ torical characters like Richard the Lionheart> William Wallace and Robert the Bruce. How they waged spoke volumes of their character as hwnans.

war

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When Richard sacked Acre and marched on Jerusalem without proper supplies; his decision speaks of his single­ minded understanding of warfare -- which was to overwhelm the enemy with human lives. Robert the Bruce on the other hand waged a slow and steady war of surprise attacks on English castles and towns, relying on stealth and stratagem to carry the day. However, Hannibal was my favorite . . . Hannibal lived at a time when his country had become rich and arrogant. He entered the war with Rome under­ standing something the older and wiser leaders at home should have; this war was not for land or riches, but for one nation's survival. Hannibal never deviated to the right or the left for riches or political power unless that power could be used for the good of Carthage. This was proven when he returned to Carthage and uprooted the corruption there. I began to write this book when I was 1 9 with no over­ arching storyline. Two years, and an infinite number of edits later, Two Spies and a General is complete.