One young soldier dropped a powerfully muscled arm onto Alexandria's shoulder and said something to her. Marcus came up behind the man quickly.

"Not this girl, friend. She's not from this house."

The soldier looked at him and took in the boy's bearing and determined expression. He shrugged and called to another slave girl as she passed by. Gaius stood watching the exchange and when Alexandria caught his eye, her face filled with anger. She turned her back on Marcus and strode into the cool interior of the garden rooms.

Marcus turned to his friend. He had noticed her expression and his own was thoughtful.

"Why was she so annoyed?" Gaius said, exasperated. "I wouldn't have thought she wanted to go with that big ox. You saved her."

Marcus nodded. "That may be the problem. Perhaps she didn't want me to. Perhaps she wanted you to save her."

"Oh." Gaius's face lit up. "Really?"

Marius staggered over to Gaius and his friends, still laughing, his hair plastered to his forehead with wine emptied over him. His eyes were shining with pleasure. He took Gaius by both shoulders.

"Well, lad? How was your first taste of Rome?"

Gaius grinned back at him. You couldn't help it. The man's emotions were infectious. When he frowned, dark clouds of fear and anger followed him around and touched all who met him. When he smiled, you wanted to smile. You wanted to be one of his men. Gaius could feel the power of the man and for the first time wondered if he could ever command that kind of loyalty himself.

"It was frightening, but exciting as well," he replied, unable to stop his lips from smiling.

"Good! Some don't feel it, you know. They just add up supply figures and calculate how many men it would take to hold a ravine. They just don't feel the excitement."

He looked over at Marcus, Tubruk, and Cabera.

"Get drunk if you like, have a woman if you can find one by now. We'll do no work today and no one can leave until it's dark after that trouble we had. Tomorrow, we'll start planning how to bring five thousand men fifty miles and all the way through Rome. Do you know anything about supply?"

Both Marcus and Gaius shook their heads.

"You'll learn. The best army in the world is lost without food and water, boys. That's the thing to know. Everything else falls into place. My home is your home, remember. I'm going to sit in the fountain and get drunk." He collected three unopened jugs of wine from the remaining male slaves and walked away-a man with a mission.

Tubruk watched him leave the courtyard with a wry smile. "Once, in North Africa, on the eve of a battle against a savage tribe, they say Marius walked alone into the enemy camp carrying a jug of wine in each hand. Remember, this was the camp of seven thousand of the most brutal warriors the legion had encountered. He drank all night with the chief of the tribe, despite not understanding a word of each others language. They toasted life and the future and courage. Then the next morning he staggered back to his own lines."

"What happened next?" Marcus said.

"They wiped out the tribe to the last man. What would you expect?" Tubruk laughed.

"Why didn't the chief kill him?" Marcus continued.

"I suppose he liked him. Most people do."

Metella came into the courtyard and held out her hands to Gaius and Marcus, smiling. "I'm glad you are safely returned to us. I want you both to think of this house as a place of peace and refuge for you."

She gazed into Marcus's eyes and he looked back calmly. "Is it true you grew up without a mother?"

Marcus blushed a little, wondering how much Marius had told her. He nodded and Metella gave a little gasp.

"You poor boy. I would have brought you to me earlier if I had known."

Marcus was wondering if she knew what the legionaries were getting up to with her female slaves. She didn't seem to fit into the bluff world of Marius and his legion. He wondered what his own mother was like, and for the first time considered trying to find her. Marius would probably know, but it was not a question he wished to ask the man. Perhaps Tubruk would tell him before he returned to the estate.

Metella took her hand away from his and reached up to brush his cheek.

"You have had a rough time of it, but that is all over now."

Slowly, he touched her hand with his and it was as if they had reached some private understanding. Suddenly her eyes glistened with tears and she turned and walked away along the cloisters.

Marcus looked at Gaius and shrugged.

"You have a friend there," Tubruk said, watching her retreating figure. "She has taken a liking to you."

"I'm a bit old to need a mother," Marcus muttered.

"Possibly, but she's not too old to need a son."

At noon, there was a commotion at the house gates. Some of the legionaries turned out with swords drawn in case it was a reprisal for the morning's work. Gaius and Marcus rushed to the courtyard with the rest and then stopped and gaped.

Renius was there, draped through the metal bars and singing a drunken dirge. He used the crossbar of the gate to steady himself, but his tunic was soaked with wine and specks of vomit. A guard stepped up to the bars and spoke to him as Gaius and Marcus came up, Tubruk just behind them.

Suddenly, Renius reached up to the man's hair and pulled his head into the metal with a clang. Unconscious, the soldier fell away and the others began to shout in anger.

"Let him in and kill him!" yelled one man, but another said it could be a trap of Sulla's to make them open the gates. This gave them all pause and it was Gaius and Marcus who approached the gates next.

"Can we help you?" Marcus said, raising his eyebrows in polite inquiry.

Renius mumbled angrily, "I'll stick my sword up you, whore's boy."

Marcus started to laugh.

"Open the gates," Gaius called to the other guard. "It's Renius-he's with me."

The guard ignored him as if he had not spoken, making it clear that Gaius could not give orders in that house. As Gaius stepped toward the gate, a legionary took a pace to stand in front of him, shaking his head slowly.

Marcus sidled over to the gate and said a few quiet words to the guard there.

The man was in the middle of replying when Marcus butted him savagely, knocking him down into the dust. Ignoring the guard as he flailed and tried to get up, Marcus ran back the big bolts that held the door secure and opened it.

Renius fell into the yard and lay flat, his good arm twitching. Marcus chuckled and began to close the gate when he heard the smooth metallic sound of a knife coming from a sheath. He spun and was just in time to block a thrust from the furious guard with his forearm. With his left hand, he backhanded the man across the mouth and sent him sprawling again. Marcus shut the gate.

Two more of the men ran up to grab him, but a voice called "Hold!" and everyone froze for a second. Marius walked into the courtyard, showing no effects from the wine he had been putting away steadily for two hours. As he approached, the two men kept their eyes on Marcus, who looked calmly back at them.

"Gods! What is going on in my house?" Marius came up and put a heavy hand on the shoulder of one of the men facing Marcus.

"Renius is here," Gaius said. "He came with us from the estate."

Marius looked down at the sprawling figure, peacefully asleep on the stones.

"He never got drunk when he was a gladiator. I can see why if this is how it affects him. What happened to you?" The last question was addressed to the guard who had resumed his post. His mouth and nose were bloody and his eyes sparked with indignation, but he knew better than to complain to Marius.

"Caught myself in the face with the gate when I was opening it," he said slowly.