Gaius’ tensions lifted as he watched and listened to the banter between Valerius and the doctor.

“Yes, yes, I shall take your advice,” Valerius muttered between long swings of wine, which did little to ease the pain.

The doctor turned and looked up at Gaius as he walked over towards him. Before he left, he leaned in close and spoke low, so not to allow Valerius to hear.

“When you are done with the general, I would like to speak to you outside. However, do not be too long. I have to get him ready to be moved.”

“Understood, doctor, and thank you,” Gaius replied as the doctor stepped past him and exited.

“I want a status report. How did the rescue go?” Valerius asked as he forcefully tried to lift himself, so he could see Gaius more clearly.

Gaius took a deep breath before he dared to speak. Seeing his mentor like this, lying down on a bed, bloodied and in obvious pain was a serious blow to his perceived images of the man. His own father, he had remembered being frail and weak as his sickness was slowly eating away at his youth. However, Valerius, he was always strong, as powerful as an ox. He seemed invincible — a steward of Rome’s unlimited power. Nevertheless, it pained him more than anything he could recall seeing that image shaken as it was at the moment.

“Ah,” Gaius struggled to begin as he stepped over towards Valerius and stood at attention. “We killed or wounded at least two hundred of the slaves, while sustaining twenty-eight casualties on our end… ah, twenty-nine, including you. Seven dead and four more we aren’t sure will survive the day. We have over sixty prisoners, most runaway slaves, a few of the gladiators.”

“Which means some of them escaped, I assume?” Valerius grumbled, annoyed that he wasn’t able to kill or capture all the gladiators as he had hoped.

“Yes. I believe so. I thought it best to not order a pursuit.”

“Good, I don’t won’t our ranks to be thinned more than it is. And, what about the men we rescued? How many did we manage to save?”

“We freed forty-four. Nine were killed during the battle; five more have died since from wounds. Almost all of them are wounded, in one way or another.”

“And those already dead before we arrived?”

Gaius hesitated again, but quickly answered.

“As far as I can tell, they tortured and killed around four hundred, perhaps more. We can’t really tell in some cases, since there isn’t much left of them.” Gaius sighed heavily before he spoke again, “If only we could have been quicker.”

“We did what we could, lad. Don’t blame yourself for not being able to change what couldn’t be.”

“I…” Gaius stopped himself from speaking further, but Valerius, even in his barely audible state could see that something else was bothering his pupil.

“What is it?”

“Their leader — the leader of the gladiators, his name is Calfax. I knew him…well, not personally, but I knew of him…He killed Antony.”

“You friend?”

“Yes. He killed him at Cannae, and when I found out that it was Calfax that had done it, I acted without thinking, putting not just my life at risk, but everyone’s — the whole mission. It was my fault. I fought him when I should not have, and lost. Calfax is not among the dead or captive. He is still out there — somewhere…I should have — ”

“Enough!” Valerius blurted out, not angrily, but loud enough that it forced Gaius to snap back to the here and now, and not dwell in the memories of what happened hours ago.

“You made a mistake. You allowed your emotions to get the better of you, and yes you could have cost us our victory.” Valerius smiled even though it hurt him to do so. He knew he was just as reckless, last night, and in his youth, and it had cost him a great deal. “But we did not fail and there are men out there that are alive because you acted when you did. The slaves are broken, and even if this Calfax is still breathing, he is no longer a threat to Rome or its people.”

“We do not know that,” Gaius added.

“No, I suppose we do not. Nevertheless, what is done is done. Learn from your mistakes and pray to the gods that they might look after the souls lost because of it. All you — we, can do is move on. Rome is in need of us. And right now, you have to get these men back to our city, if we are going to defend her while we still have a city to get back to. Do you understand?”

Gaius stood taller.

“You’re orders, General?”

“Break camp and regroup with the column. We have to reach Rome before Hannibal does, or both the city, and we will be caught out in the cold with our asses hanging in the air.”

“I won’t allow that to happen. Not ever.” Gaius saluted Valerius, who just grinned as his young officer turned and left him.

Outside, the doctor was waiting. Right away, Gaius recognized the grim look on his face. He knew he was going to bear bad news.

“How bad is he?” Gaius asked, speaking first. The silence would have just killed him.

“Not good, I’m afraid. I’ve removed the majority of the splinters, but more than a few fragments are still lodged. They aren’t what concern me, however. I was unable to remove a large piece of the arrow head.”

Gaius gasp as the doctor paused and allowed his words to sink in.

“I’m sorry. But when he fell from his horse during the battle, he accidentally pushed the arrow deeper into his chest, too far for me to remove it without killing him.”

“What, will happen to him?”

“Infection will set. His blood will be poisoned, and then he will run a temperature. Eventually, the fever will kill him.”

“How long before that happens?”

“It is hard to say. I’ve seen men live days, even weeks. It will depend on how strong he is. Nevertheless, in the end, it will kill him. I’m sorry. I know how close you two are.”

Gaius was silent for a moment as the doctor’s words sank in. Again, he found himself forced to hold back his emotions, but every fiber of his being wanted to break down. First his father, then Antony, and now Valerius; he just didn’t know how much more he could take.

“Does he know?”

“Of course, but he won’t show how it is affecting him. He’s as tough as they come. I will do what I can to keep him comfortable, but his fate is in the hands of the gods now, and I don’t think they have much mercy for our people, not these days, any ways."”

“Thank you, doctor. I won’t keep you any longer from your duties. Prepare your patients. We will be moving within the hour.”

“Yes, sir.”

As the doctor left, Gaius had to rest against one of the poles that supported Valerius’ tent, to collect his thoughts. He couldn’t, not now, not when there was too much to do, allow his emotions to get the better of him. So, he took a deep breath, straightened himself, and continued onward. His work in the coming days would have to sustain him. When it was done, perhaps afterwards, and only then, would he allow himself the time he needed to grieve.

There was a heavy fog that hung over the city as Gaius looked upon Rome and its outer walls. He stood along one of the many hills that dominated the surrounding countryside, staring with interest through the solid haze, trying to catch sight of anything that might seem out of the ordinary. He half expected to see the city surrounded by Hannibal’s army when the high walls first came into view. However, here and now, four days since the battle with the gladiator army, and nearly two full weeks since Cannae, he saw nothing, or no one, literally.

Typically, during this time of the year, the roads that led into the city would have been packed with people, carts and wagons bringing with them all sorts of good from around the Republic. Despite the war, commerce continued, but Gaius saw nothing, save for the wet and empty roads in all directions. Even the river and ports were devoid of any traffic.