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He doubled up in agony, unable to speak. He could hear the boy laughing as he cramped and groaned, trying to curl into the pain.

      ‘There’s a branch that will do. Tie their legs together and string them up to swing. We can see who’s the best shot with javelins and stones.’

      ‘Your father knows my father,’ Gaius spat out, as the pain in his stomach lessened.

      ‘True – doesn’t like him though. My father is a proper patrician, not like yours. Your whole family could be his servants if he wanted. I’d make that mad mother of yours scrub the tiles.’

      At least he was talking. The thug with the horsehair twine was intent on tying knots at Gaius’ feet, ready to hoist him into the air. What could he say to bargain? His father had no real power in the city. His mother’s family had produced a couple of consuls – that was it. Uncle Marius was a powerful man, so his mother said.

      ‘We are nobilitas – my Uncle Marius is not a man to cross …’

      There was a sudden high-pitched yelp as the string over the branch went tight and Marcus was swung into the air upside down.

      ‘Tie the end to that stump. This fish next,’ Tonius said, laughing gleefully.

      Gaius noted that the two friends followed his orders without question. It would be pointless trying to appeal to one of them.

      ‘Let us down, you spot-covered pus-bag!’ Marcus shouted as his face darkened with the rush of blood.

      Gaius groaned. Now they would be killed, he was sure.

      ‘You idiot, Marcus. Don’t mention his spots; you can see he must be sensitive about them.’

      Suetonius raised an eyebrow and his mouth opened in astonishment. The heavy-set boy paused as he threw the twine over the same branch as Marcus.

      ‘Oh, you have made a mistake, little fish. Finish stringing that one up, Decius, I’m going to make him bleed a little.’

      Suddenly, the world tilted sickeningly and Gaius could hear the twine creak and a low whistle in his ears as his head filled with blood. He rotated slowly and came round to see Marcus in a similar predicament. His nose was a little bloody from being knocked down the first time.

      ‘I think you’ve stopped my nosebleed, Tonius. Thanks.’ Marcus’ voice trembled slightly and Gaius smiled at his bravery.

      When he’d first come to live with them, the little boy had been naturally nervous and a little small for his age. Gaius had shown him around the estate and they’d ended up in the hay barn, right at the top of the stacked sheaves. They had looked down at the loose pile far below and Gaius had seen Marcus’ hands tremble.

      ‘I’ll go first and show you how it’s done,’ Gaius had said cheerfully, launching himself feet first and whooping.

      Below, he’d looked up at the edge for a few seconds, waiting to see Marcus appear. Just as he’d thought it would never happen, a small figure shot into the air, leaping high. Gaius had scrambled out of the way as Marcus crashed into the hay, winded and gasping.

      ‘I thought you were too scared to do it,’ Gaius said to the prone figure, blinking in the dust.

      ‘I was,’ Marcus had replied quietly, ‘but I won’t be afraid. I just won’t.’

      The hard voice of Suetonius broke into Gaius’ spinning thoughts: ‘Gentlemen, meat must be tenderised with mallets. Take your stations and begin the technique, like so.’

      He swung his stick at Gaius’ head, catching him over the ear. The world went white, then black and when he next opened his eyes everything was spinning as the string twisted. For a while, he could feel the blows as Suetonius called out, ‘One-two-three, one-two-three …’

      He thought he could hear Marcus crying and then he passed out to the accompaniment of jeers and laughter.

      He woke and went back under a couple of times in the daylight, but it was dusk when he was finally able to stay conscious. His right eye was a heavy mass of blood and his face felt swollen and caked in stickiness. They were still upside down and swinging gently as the evening breeze came in from the hills.

      ‘Wake up, Marcus – Marcus!’

      His friend didn’t stir. He looked terrible, like some sort of demon. The crust of crumbling river mud had been broken away and there was now only a grey dust, streaked with red and purple. His jaw was swollen, and a lump stood out on his temple. His left hand was fat and had a blueish tinge in the failing light. Gaius tried to move his own hands, held by the twine. Though painfully stiff, they both worked and he set about wriggling them free. His young frame was supple and the burst of fresh pain was ignored in the wave of worry he felt for his friend. He had to be all right, he had to be. First though, Gaius had to get down.

      One hand came free and he reached down to the ground, scrabbling in the dust and dead leaves with his fingertips. Nothing. The other hand came free and he widened his area of search, making his body swing in a slow circle. Yes, a small stone with a sharp edge. Now for the difficult part.

      ‘Marcus! Can you hear me? I’m going to get us down, don’t you worry. Then I’m going to kill Suetonius and his fat friends.’

      Marcus swung gently in silence, his mouth open and slack. Gaius took a deep breath and readied himself for the pain. Under normal circumstances, reaching up to cut through a piece of heavy twine with only a sharp stone would have been difficult, but with his abdomen a mass of bruises, it felt like an impossible task.

      Go.

      He heaved himself up, crying out with the pain from his stomach. He jackknifed up to the branch and gripped it with both hands, lungs heaving with the effort. He felt weak and his vision blurred. He thought he would vomit and could do no more than just hold on for a few moments. Then, inch by inch, he released the hand with the stone and leaned back, giving himself enough room to reach the twine and saw at it, trying not to catch his skin where it had bitten into the flesh.

      The stone was depressingly blunt and he couldn’t hold on for long. Gaius tried to let go before his hands slipped so he could control the fall back, but it was too hard.

      ‘Still got the stone,’ he muttered to himself. ‘Try again, before Suetonius comes back.’

      Another thought struck him. His father could have returned from Rome. He was due back any day now. It was growing dark and he would be worried. Already, he could be out looking for the two boys, coming nearer to this spot, calling their names. He must not find them like this. It would be too humiliating.

      ‘Marcus? We’ll tell everyone we fell. I don’t want my father to know about this.’

      Marcus creaked round in a circle, oblivious.

      Five times more, Gaius spasmed up and sawed at the twine before it parted. He hit the ground almost flat and sobbed as his torn and tortured muscles twitched and jumped.

      He tried to ease Marcus to the ground, but the weight was too much for him and the thump made him wince.

      As Marcus landed, he opened his eyes at the fresh pain.

      ‘My hand,’ he whispered, his voice cracking.

      ‘Broken, I’d say. Don’t move it. We have to get out of here in case Suetonius comes back or my father tries to find us. It’s nearly dark. Can you stand?’

      ‘I can, I think, though my legs feel weak. That Tonius is a bastard,’ Marcus muttered. He did not try to open his swollen jaw, but spoke through fat and broken lips.

      Gaius nodded grimly. ‘True – we have a score to settle there, I think.’

      Marcus smiled and winced at the sting of opening cuts. ‘Not until we’ve healed a bit though, eh? I’m not up to taking him on at the moment.’

      Propping each other up, the two boys staggered home in the darkness, walking a mile over the cornfields, past the slave quarters for the

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