The Emperor Series Books 1-4

‘I think he may be, yes. I'm surprised to see you here after almost killing me,’ Gaius murmured, feeling his heart pump faster as the memories came fresh. He felt sweat break out on his forehead.

‘I did not mean to cut you badly. It was a mistake. I am sorry.’ The old man looked into his eyes for forgiveness and found it there waiting for him.

‘Don't be sorry. I am alive and you are alive. Even you make mistakes.’

‘When I thought I'd killed you …’ There was pain in the old face.

Gaius struggled to sit up and found, to his surprise, that his strength was growing.

‘You did not kill me. I will always be proud to say it was you who trained me. Let there be no more words on this. It is done.’

For a second Gaius was struck by the ridiculousness of a thirteen-year-old boy comforting the old gladiator, but the words came easily as he realised he felt a genuine affection for this man, especially now he could see him as a man and not a perfect warrior, cut from some strange stone.

‘Is my father still here?’ he asked, hoping he would be.

Renius shook his head. ‘He had to return to the city, though he sat by your bed for the first few days, until we were sure you were on the mend. The riots grow worse and Sulla's legion has been recalled to establish order.’

Gaius nodded and held out his clenched hand before him.

‘I would like to be there, to see the legion come through the gates.’

Renius smiled at the young man's enthusiasm.

‘Not this time, I think, but you will see more of the city when you are well again. Tubruk is outside. Are you strong enough to see him?’

‘I feel much better, almost normal. How long has it been?’

‘A week. Cabera gave you herbs to keep you asleep. Even so, you've healed incredibly quickly, and I've seen a lot of wounds. That old man calls himself a seer. I think he does have a little magic about him, that one. I'll call Tubruk.’

As Renius rose, Gaius put out his hand. ‘Will you be staying on?’

Renius smiled, but shook his head. ‘The training is over. I am retiring to my own little villa, to grow old in peace.’

Gaius hesitated for a second. ‘Do you … have a family?’

‘I had one, once, but they are long gone. I will spend my evenings with the other old men, telling lies and drinking good red wine. I will keep an eye on your life, though. Cabera says you are someone special, and I don't believe that old devil is wrong very often.’

‘Thank you,’ Gaius said, unable to put into words what the gladiator had given him.

Renius nodded and took his hand and wrist in a firm grip. Then he was gone and the room felt suddenly empty.

Tubruk filled the doorway and smiled a slow smile. ‘You look better. There is colour in your cheeks.’

Gaius grinned at him, beginning to feel like his old self again. ‘I feel stronger. I have been lucky.’

‘No such thing. Cabera's responsible. He is an amazing man. He must be eighty, but when your mother's latest doctor complained about how you were treated, Cabera took him outside and gave him a hiding. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. He has a lot of strength in those skinny arms and a fast right cross as well. You should have seen it.’ He chuckled at the memory, then his face became sober.

‘Your mother wanted to see you, but we thought it would … distress her too much until you were well. I'll bring her in tomorrow.’

‘Now would be all right. I am not too tired.’

‘No. You are still weak and Cabera says you shouldn't be overworked with visitors.’

Gaius' face showed mock surprise at Tubruk taking advice from anyone.

Tubruk smiled again. ‘Well, as I said, he is an amazing man and, after what he managed with you, what he says goes, as far as your care is concerned. I only let Renius in here because he was leaving today.’

‘I am glad you did. I would not have liked to leave unfinished business.’

‘That's what I thought.’

‘I'm surprised you didn't take his head off,’ Gaius said cheerfully.

‘I thought about it, but accidents happen in training. He just went too far, that's all. For what it's worth, he's proud of both of you. I think the old bastard developed a liking for you, probably for your stubbornness – you're as bad as he is, I think.’

‘How is Marcus?’ Gaius asked.

‘Itching to get in here, of course. You might try to convince him it wasn't his fault. He says he should have forced you to let him fight first, but …’

‘It was my decision and I don't regret it. I lived, after all.’

Tubruk snorted. ‘Don't become overconfident. It makes a man believe in the power of prayer to see you survive a wound like that. If it wasn't for Cabera, you would not have survived it. You do owe him your life. Your father has been trying to get him to accept some sort of reward, but he won't take anything except his keep. I still don't really know why he is here. He seems to believe … that we are moved by the gods like we throw dice, and they wanted him to see the glorious city of Rome before he was too old.’ The bluff freedman looked perplexed and Gaius thought that it wouldn't help to mention his strange memory of the heat from Cabera's hands. That would keep, no doubt.

‘I will get some soup brought in. Would you like some fresh bread with it?’

Gaius' stomach agreed wholeheartedly and Tubruk left, smiling once again.

Renius gained the saddle of his gelding with difficulty. His left arm felt useless, the pain more than the simple ache of healing gashes he had known so many times before.

He was pleased there were no servants or slaves around to see his clumsiness. The great estate house seemed deserted.

At last, he was able to grip the body of the horse with his legs, allowing his muscles to support their weight. Even with evening coming on, he would make it back to the city before complete darkness. He sighed at the thought. What was there, really, for him now? He would sell his town house, although the prices had dropped during the rioting. Perhaps it would be better to wait until the streets were quiet again. With Sulla leading his legion into the city, there would be executions and public floggings, but order would eventually be restored. It had happened before. The Romans did not like war on their doorstep. They thrilled to hear of broken armies of barbarians, but no one enjoyed the brutality of martial law, with a curfew and the scarcity of food that would inevitably …

He heard a sound behind him and his thoughts were interrupted.

Marcus stood watching him, his face calm. ‘I came to wish you goodbye.’

Almost unconsciously, Renius noticed the developed shoulders and the easy way of standing the boy had. He would make a name for himself in some future the old warrior would not be there to see.

A shiver touched him at the thought. No one lives for ever, not an Alexander, not a Scipio or a Hannibal, not even a Renius.

‘I am glad Gaius is healing,’ Renius replied, clearly.

‘I know. I did not come to be angry at you, but to apologise,’ Marcus replied, looking at the sand at his feet.

Renius raised his eyebrows.

Marcus took a deep breath. ‘I am sorry I did not kill you, you twisted, evil bastard. If our paths ever cross in later years, I will take your throat out.’