The Gladiator

They were permitted to live, but stripped of every dignity, kept like animals - no, worse than animals. With little possibility of escape, and no seeming chance of being freed as a result of negotiations, a grim future awaited them, until the day that Ajax tired of their torment and had them butchered. Until then Macro watched for any opportunities and tried to keep his muscles exercised as far as possible in the confined space, so that his body wasn't stiff and hobbled if he needed to act swiftly.

He turned to Julia and forced himself to smile.' Not long until noon.'

'Long enough,' she whispered, leaning her head back against the bars and squinting at the brilliant sunlight lancing through the slots overhead. She shut her eyes and was silent for a while before she spoke again.' How many days have we been in here?'

Macro had to concentrate hard for a moment. Even though he had been keeping count, for some reason he doubted the number he had in his head. He counted back just to check. 'I make it sixteen.

Yes, sixteen, I'm sure of it.'

'Sixteen days,' Julia sighed. 'Feels like sixteen years... I wish I was dead.'

'Don't say that,' Macro replied in a kindly tone. 'While we're alive, there's always hope.'

She uttered a cracked laugh. 'Alive? You call this being alive?'

'Yes, yes, I do.' Macro did his best to sit up straight and stare at Julia. 'We will get out of here, Julia. Don't let go of that thought.

I swear it to you, in the name of all the gods. We will get out of here.'

She looked at him hopefully, then nodded with a sad smile. 'You're right, of course. They'll drag us out of this cage to kill us. Or maybe we'll be left to die in here and one day some one will pull our bodies out and throw us into a ditch for the rats and dogs and crows to feast on.'

'Stop that!' Macro snapped, then forced himself to smile gently.

'You're making me hungry.'

Julia stared at him intensely for an instant and then burst into laughter. Macro joined in, roaring with mirth and desperate relief that some spark of the old Julia still lived on. A handful of the nearest rebels turned to look curiously at the filthy figures in the cage, and then one of the gladiator's bodyguards came over and poked the butt of his spear through the bars and into Macro's back.

'Quiet, you!'

'Fuck off,' Macro growled back, and the man rammed the butt home again, much harder this time, sending a searing pain round Macro's ribs. He snatched a breath of air and gritted his teeth as he rode out the pain. The guard grunted, spat through the bars and then slowly strode back to the shade of a stunted olive tree.

'Macro, are you all right?' Julia was looking at him anxiously.

'I'll live,' he winced. 'But that bastard won't, the moment I get out of here.'

'Brave words.'

'I mean it. I'm going to take that spear and ram it so far up his arsehole I'll knock his fucking teeth out... Sorry, pardon my Gallic, miss.'

Julia shook her head. 'Don't worry. I think we've gone some way towards outgrowing social niceties in recent days.'

'Somewhat easier for me than you, I imagine.'

'Yes...' Julia shifted and then let out a low groan, trying to find a more comfortable position as she leaned her back against the bars.

Macro turned his head and examined the scene down in the bay again. The cargo ships were large, bulky affairs that would be completely at the mercy of any Roman warships that they might encounter. However, the rebels would have plenty of warning that the warships were coming. The peninsula stretched out for the best part of two miles before it reached the narrow straits leading out to the sea. Ajax's men would see immediately if the Roman warships approached the entrance to the bay. There would be enough time to burn or sink all the grain ships.

He was suddenly aware of a light snuffling sound and turned back to see that Julia was trying to hide her tears again.

He opened his mouth to offer some comfort, but found there was nothing he could say. There was no comfort to offer. None at all, he realised.

'Macro?'

'Yes, miss?'

'Sometimes I wish you had killed me, back when you had the chance.'

Macro felt a surge of guilt at her words. There were moments when he too wished he had not hesitated, that he had killed Julia with a quick sword thrust and then had time to turn his blade on himself.

But he despised himself for even considering such an end when there was always a chance, however slim, to escape or get revenge. He cleared his throat. 'I would have done it, but I was knocked down before I could strike. Perhaps the gods spared us for a reason.'

'Really? And what reason would that be? To see how long we could endure this?' Julia let out a dry laugh, then coughed for a moment before she fell silent. At length she spoke again, in an anxious tone.

'Do you think Cato will still want me if we get through this?'

'Of course! Why would you ever doubt it?'