Maximus' Story
Chapter 11 - A.D. 166
Time passed quickly in Germania. The threatening presence of the legions had held the tribes to their side of the river but constant vigilance and training continued over the next four years as war seemed inevitable at some stage. Some Germanic tribes had even made their way far south and were threatening Italy as the legions there had been depleted by the need for men in the east.
By the year 166, Maximus had developed into a handsome young man of twenty with exceptional skills in all areas of warfare. He was able to best all men in his age range at everything. Although he had never seen a real battle he had participated in many mock affairs and his prowess with weapons took Darius' breath away. A close second to Maximus was Quintus and the two men were fierce rivals in every aspect of life.
But Quintus still held one thing over Maximus' head -- his birth into a high-born Roman family which meant he could eventually advance well past Maximus in command. In one way though, Maximus had an advantage at the moment that far outweighed Quintus' birthright -- a deep friendship with a centurion who shared many secrets with him -- privileged information that was not supposed to have gone past the borders of the praetorium.
One night, Maximus and Darius sat in the older man's tent passing the evening in relaxation playing dice and drinking wine when the centurion shared the latest information. "We got word that the war in the east is over, Maximus and that the legions have returned to Rome."
"That's good news." Maximus thought of Lucius, as he often did, and wondered how his friend had fared.
"It's not entirely good news. No, it's not good news at all."
A frown gathered on Maximus' brow puckering the flesh between his eyes and sending the outer edges of his eyebrows downward. His serious blue-green eyes demanded an answer. "What do you mean?"
Darius regarded the younger man. Maximus' attractiveness was apparent even in the dim light of the oil lamp which cast gleaming highlights on the thick black-brown waves that he was always flicking off his forehead with a toss of his head or raking back with his fingers. More than a few young woman from nearby villages found the soldier quite attractive and he had no trouble at all passing time in the company of willing females when he so desired. That hair would have to go, Darius thought, if they went to war. Long hair was dangerous, not to mention difficult to keep clean, and cleanliness was a priority in the army. He sighed at the dark beard stubble that covered the young man's jaw and neck. He didn't seem to want to grow a beard but he seemed equally adverse to shaving so he always appeared slightly unkempt -- an appearance that Darius suspected the ladies quite liked. Maximus was wearing leather armor tonight which clearly displayed his broad shoulders and muscular arms. Altogether, an arresting image.
"Why don't you shave?"
"What? What are you talking about? I thought we were discussing the status of the war in the east."
Darius shook his head and reached across to yank a curl that fell over Maximus' forehead. "Be very grateful that we are in Germania, my friend, far away from Rome."
Maximus grew wary. "Why?"
"Because the returning soldiers from the east brought the plague into Rome. People are dying by the thousands. It's a terrible death, the plague. It eats you inside and out. The only good thing about this plague is that death is quick. The armies in the east are totally depleted because of it and it has spread even into the noblest houses of the city."
"The Emperors?"
"They have escaped it so far, it appears, but it is not known if their families have been so lucky."
The vision of a lovely young face with green eyes framed with soft brown curls came to Maximus' mind unbidden. Lucilla. He hadn't thought about her in ages. He wondered what she would look like now at age... what? Eighteen? Maybe she'd even be married with babies as many Roman girls married at age fifteen. Silently he said a small prayer for her safety.
"It appears that people are fleeing the city. Those rich enough to do so, of course."
"Where are they going?"
"Into the surrounding hills, some of them. Many are fearful that the plague will spread there too and are going much farther afield. Apparently they feel that the cool air in the north will protect them from the disease so they are coming this way." Darius tossed the die then glanced up at Maximus. "It is rumored that Marcus Aurelius and Lucius Verus are on their way here with their families to stay under our protection until the city is safe once more."
"Here?"
"Uh huh. It's your turn."
"But what if we go to war?"
"The war will be fought on the other side of the river. The families will be quite safe here, if somewhat uncomfortable. It's your turn, Maximus."
"Do you think--"
"I don't know."
"You don't even know what I was about to ask."
"If Lucilla will be coming here? I don't know."
Darius grinned. "Will you please roll the dice?"
Maximus did so but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
"She's royalty, Maximus," said Darius, taking his turn.
"I realize that."
Darius reached across the table and lightly cuffed the young soldier's ear. Maximus glowered at him. "Now do I have your full attention? I know you can have just about any young woman you want but that one is not for you. Do you hear me?"
"I hear you." But Maximus' glower changed to a cheeky grin then an outright laugh.
Darius just shook his head. "Roll the dice!"
Chapter 12 - The Reunion
The strange procession inched its way slowly through the thick dark forests of northern Europe. Eight heavily armored caravans, each drawn by six matching horses, contained the immediate royal families of Marcus Aurelius and Lucius Verus as well as senators from Rome. The emperors' Praetorian guard surrounded the procession on all sides ready to fend off attack of any kind. But, the journey from Rome had been long, uneventful and boring, especially for Lucilla who was caught between her younger brother's constant whining and pestering and her mother's constant whining and nagging.
The last four years had been difficult for the family as the children had seen very little of their father, Marcus Aurelius, after the journey to Spain. He had been preoccupied with affairs of state and when he did have time to spend with them he often choose instead to read about Stoic philosophy and record his own thoughts on the matter. The inattention had been especially difficult for Commodus who admired his father greatly and hungered for his approval. But, the boy only seemed to annoy the Emperor with his childish ways.
Their mother, Annia Galeria Faustina rarely saw her husband either so developed a few interests of her own. She loved the games in the great arena and was quite fond of particular gladiators on whom she showered considerable attention, much to the embarrassment of Lucilla and the aggravation of her father. Many times he had threatened to shut down the games but Annia had always been able to convince her husband that her interests were purely recreational. The games excited Commodus as well, and mother and son often spent entire days there reveling in the scenes of death.
Lucilla had gone with them once out of curiosity but what she had seen had sickened her and she refused to return in spite of her brother's pleading. He threatened that when he was emperor he would force his sister to go to the games and sit in the royal box with him. As usual, Lucilla ignored him.
The young woman sighed. Reading was impossible as the caravan rocked continuously on rutted roads and the interior light proved unreliable as well. To pass the time, she let her mind drift back over the last time her father had taken his children on a trip like this. She had thought that journey to be interminable but it was nothing like this one. She wished they were heading to Spain again this time too as she well remembered the attractive young man with the big gray dog who was stationed there and she could think of worse things to do than pass some time with him. Maximus, that had been his name. A grand name for one so young.
A sudden jolt tossed Lucilla back against the pillows and Commodus to the floor. She stifled a laugh as the boy got up cursing and threatening to kill the caravan driver when the damned thing finally stopped. He brandished a small sword and swiped the air viciously. Alarmed, Lucilla turned to her mother who was dozing despite the ride. "Mother, make him stop. He'll hurt himself or someone else with that thing."
Annia opened one eye and gazed at her son. A smile split her still beautiful features and she reached out and pulled Commodus to her ample bosom, smothering him with kisses. "You're my handsome little gladiator, aren't you, Commodus? Mama's brave little gladiator."
Lucilla regarded the scene silently for a moment then turned away and buried her face in the pillows. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand this.
Three days later the caravan finally rolled to a stop within site of a huge, well-fortified, army encampment. With relief she stepped outside and breathed the cool, fresh air deeply before being helped onto the back of her lovely white mare, Venus. Lucilla adjusted her blue cape around her body, adjusting the thick fur at her neck. Commodus also mounted but Annia chose a covered litter instead. She pulled the curtains around her trying to shut out the wild countryside that frightened her terribly. City born and raised, this was quite beyond anything she had ever experienced.
Lucilla tipped back her head and shook her lovely curls until they tumbled down her back. She looked above her at the huge branches overhead with glimpses of deep blue sky between and laughed with pleasure. Huge birds, squawking their displeasure at being disturbed, winged their way from tree to tree. Even the chilly late spring air could not dampen her enthusiasm over her freedom from the prison-like caravan. Surrounded by Praetorian officers she made her way towards the huge golden eagle above the main gate to the encampment. Trumpets sounded the arrival of the emperors' families and senators who followed behind. Just inside the gate Lucilla could see row after row of soldiers in full armor standing at attention. She nodded to them as she passed, acknowledging their bowed heads.
The Praetorian guard led her towards the general, so distinguished by the silver wolf furs over his shoulders and his lavish armor. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew this general. This was the same general that had commanded the legion in Spain. Was this the same legion then, here in Germania? Quickly her eyes scanned the men near the general -- Patroclus, that was his name. She wasn't even sure what Maximus would look like now, or that he would still be with this legion, but.... She gasped as she spotted the huge gray dog slightly behind the general. The animal appeared much older with white hair on his muzzle and a little extra weight, but it certainly was Hercules.
Then she focused on the man standing beside the dog. He was at rigid attention with his head bowed but something about him seemed very familiar. Her heart started to pound. His close-cropped hair was different from the long, thick waves that she remembered but it was Maximus, she was sure of it.
She barely noticed the hands that reached up to help her dismount or the formal greeting of General Patroclus. She muttered the appropriate reply then turned her attention to the dog. "Hercules! I remember you!" She patted her leg. "Come here, boy. Come here."
The dog glanced up at the soldier beside him with a question in his brown eyes. Hercules didn't move until the man nodded his approval then he struggled to his feet and lumbered to Lucilla, his tongue ready to lick. Lucilla laughed as she accepted the dog's greeting then she straightened and addressed the soldier directly. "He's much friendlier than I remember, Maximus. You've worked wonders with him."
Lucilla enjoyed the startled look in the young soldier's eyes that was quickly replaced with a twinkle. He bowed his head once more with great seriousness just as his lips twisted into a smile. "My Lady."
The General was busy greeting his other guests so Lucilla walked right over to the soldier, stopping just a few feet away from him. "Maximus."
He raised his head. His expression was quite serious now except for his eyes which narrowed slightly in amusement. "My Lady, I am at your service."
The deep, intoxicating tones of his voice sent a shiver down Lucilla's spine. She wanted to keep him talking. "What's bothering Hercules?"
"He has arthritis in his hips and it causes him pain in damp weather." He reached down to scratch the dog's ears." I trust that your journey was not overly unbearable," Maximus said politely.
"No" Her voice drifted away as she studied him. She was very tall for a woman but he was as tall and they almost looked either other directly in the eye. He had the proud, erect bearing of a soldier and his shoulders were very broad under the steel gray armor. His short-cropped hair was quite becoming, she decided, as it revealed his strong neck and it went well with the neatly trimmed beard that covered his jaw completely hiding the deep dimple that she remembered in the middle of his chin. His face was deeply bronzed by the sun and his blue-green retained that slightly sad look that had so intrigued her years ago. Lucilla decided that the years had done very well by Maximus very well indeed.
Maximus had reached the same conclusion about her. As she assessed him, he appraised her. Her height surprised him -- she was taller than many of the soldiers, but she certainly lacked their bulk as revealed by her long, slender neck that looked almost too fragile to bear the weight of her head. Her thick curls were unbound except for two bands of pure gold that held them back from her face. Her skin was like pure cream and he longed to stroke her cheek with his fingers. Her full lips were tinted a rosy hue and her deep green eyes regarded him with great seriousness. He sighed deeply without realizing how she might interpret the action and was greatly relieved when she smiled and then laughed. He returned the smile without hesitation.
"Maybe this exile won't be so bad after all, Maximus," she said in a voice low enough for just him to hear. "No, not bad at all." Her long fingers snaked around his arm just below the heavy armor and she fought the urge to squeeze the solid muscle that she felt there as she turned to introduce him to her mother who looked as miserable as Lucilla had ever seen her.
"Mother, this is a man that I met years ago in Spain when Commodus and I visited there with father. His name is Maximus," she looked at him questioningly.
"Maximus Decimus Meridius, Empress," completed Maximus as he bowed his head once more. Although Lucilla's beauty certainly derived from her mother, the older woman had not aged well and was quite heavy -- a fact that her expensive clothing could not hide. Lucilla continued her introductions. "Commodus, you remember Maximus?"
"No," said the boy rudely as he dismissed Maximus' bow of greeting with a sneer.
Maximus felt quite bold and whispered to Lucilla, "He hasn't changed, I see."
Lucilla stared at the soldier in amazement, then threw her head back and laughed. When her laughter subsided she drew close to her escort's ear and said quietly, "You had better not let my mother hear you say such a thing. She thinks he is flawless. She'd have you flogged for it, or worse."
She dipped her eyelashes at him so Maximus could see that she was not about to carry the word of such indiscretion to her mother. "Where am I to stay, Maximus?"
"In the praetorium, my Lady. It's very safe there and you have your own quarters. I'll take you there, if you wish."
"Safe from what?" Lucilla still had her hand on Maximus' arm as he led her past the remaining soldiers.
"Well... from everything."
"From Germanic tribes?"
"Yes."
"From wild animals?"
"Of course."
She cast a sidelong glance at him. "From... handsome soldiers?"
His large hand covered hers. "If you so wish it."
"I'm not sure I so wish it. I'm not sure at all."
As they strolled past Darius, Maximus reached out and placed a finger under his chin, snapping his gaping jaw shut. The amazed centurian watched as the couple continued on their way followed closely by four Praetorian guards. He wondered whether those guards would have more trouble on their hands from one of Rome's own soldiers than all the barbarian tribes of Europe.
The eyes of a young boy followed their progress as well. Oh yes, he remembered Maximus.
He remembered him well.
Chapter 13 - The Conversation
It was two days before Maximus saw Lucilla again and even then it was only a glimpse. She, and the other relatives of the emperors, as well as the senators, were confined to the praetorium and entertained by the general and his staff.
Maximus used any excuse possible to walk by that compound and his eyes scanned the area for the beautiful woman with the flowing brown curls. The one quick glimpse he did have made his heart lurch. He had started to wonder if his imagination had exaggerated her beauty but one brief look assured him otherwise. He longed to talk to her but could find no plausible excuse to enter the praetorium despite pondering the dilemma by the hour.
Darius was no help. He seemed to delight in sending Maximus to all corners of the camp on trivial errands. Any soldier could have done them but Darius insisted that it had to be Maximus. He wondered if Lucilla wasn't getting as tired of her confinement inside the compound as he was his banishment outside.
She was. Although every effort had been made to make her lodging luxurious, it was relatively cramped. Every time she walked between tents to visit the others or eat a meal she peered briefly over the fence looking for Maximus. He was never there. Could he have forgotten her that quickly? What did he do with his time? Oh, she could hear the drills and shouted orders as the soldiers prepared for battle but what of the other times? What of the evenings? She longed to sit by the fire with him and simply talk and listen to his wonderful rich voice.
Frustrated, she lay on her bed and closed her eyes, the gauzy curtains billowing in the breeze. She simply had nothing else to do but listen to the myriad of sounds emitted by the camp full of men and wish that she were beside one particular soldier. Her brain soon numbed and she drifted in to a state somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.
His patience finally at an end, Maximus approached the entrance to the praetorium and was immediately stopped by two heavily-armed Praetorian guards. Raising the volume of his voice he explained that he was simply looking for the dog, Hercules, as the animal was accustomed to an evening walk a few times a week.
Lucilla's eyes snapped open and she lifted her head off the pillow, wondering what sound had penetrated her drowsiness enough to rouse her. She listened carefully. The voice came again and she threw her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet searching for her slippers. Clutching her cape closed with one hand she ran out the door of her tent into the common yard and stopped, her head turning from side to side as she listened for Maximus' voice. A low whistle and the word 'Hercules' drew her eyes to the entrance of the compound where Maximus crouched as he adjusted the heavy collar on the dog's neck.
"Maximus," she called to him.
He straightened then bowed his head. "Good evening, my Lady. I was just about to take Hercules for a slow stroll around the camp. Would you care to join us?"
One of the guards started to answer, "The lady is not--"
"How dare you speak for me!" Lucilla was furious and unleashed her full wrath on the guard. "Remember your place, Praetorian. It is you who serve me, not the other way around!"
The guard flushed and mumbled an apology before bowing deeply.
Her flash of anger gone, Lucilla turned to Maximus. "I would love to accompany you and Hercules, Maximus. Will we remain inside the camp walls?"
"Yes, my Lady."
Lucilla turned back to the guards. "Then we won't be needing you. Maximus will provide all the protection I need. Is that clear?"
Lips pressed tight in anger, both guards nodded then glared at the young soldier with the dog. One dared to speak. "He's not even armed, my Lady."
"Maximus," Lucilla addressed him directly. "Why don't you fetch your sword while I find proper footwear. I'll meet you back here in a few minutes."
He bowed his agreement then turned away before breaking into a huge grin. It would not be prudent to let the angry guards see his expression. He trotted to his tent where he strapped on his scabbard and dagger before sheathing his sword.
"Maximus," came the voice from the doorway.
The young soldier didn't even bother to turn. "Yes, Darius?"
"Be careful."
"I am being careful. Look at how heavily armed I am just to escort Lucilla around the camp."
Darius sighed, "That's not what I meant."
But Maximus had no time to listen further to his friend's concerns and he pushed by him out the doorway, heading away at a run, a jaunty whistle on his lips."
Minutes later he slowly strolled away from the compound with the most beautiful woman in the world holding his proffered arm and the old dog at his heel. His raised his chin a bit higher at the envious stares from the other soldiers as they passed row after row of tents.
"Everything is so organized," observed Lucilla.
"It has to be. An army has to be ready to fight within minutes if need be, or strike the camp quickly and move on. Everything is in it's place and every man knows his job."
Lucilla looked at Maximus' strong profile. "And what's your job? What have you been doing since I last saw you in Spain?"
"Many things, my La--"
"Maximus, when we are alone please call me Lucilla."
"Lucilla." He liked the sound of that on his tongue. "My first job of any importance was signifier which I did when I was eighteen -- the earliest possible age."
At Lucilla's questioning look Maximus explained, "A signifier carries the standard into battle. It's a more important commission than it sounds as the signifier leads the legion into war and men have died trying to rescue a legion's standard if it is lost in war. It's an important symbol of Rome."
"I understand. How long were you signifier?"
"Not long. My next few promotions were very quick. I went from optio to tesserarius and now I am cornicularius, or sergeant major. I serve under Darius. My next step is a big one -- to centurion and I am next in line, along with my friend Quintus. Then there are a number of advancements possible in that position, and that's as far as I can go."
"Why?" Lucilla was truly curious.
"Because you have to be born into the highest levels of Roman society to be a tribune or a general. I was given the honor of Roman citizenship and that is the only reason I am even with the legion at all. But, being born in a Roman province doesn't qualify you to hold high military office."
A puzzled frown marred Lucilla's brow. "But what about Emperor Trajan? Was he not born in Spain and he had a highly successful military career before he was named Caesar."
It was Maximus' turn to frown. "I suppose there is a way around every hurdle if it is so desired."
"Have you ever been in battle?"
"Not yet, but I expect it will happen soon. When is your father due to arrive?"
"In a week or so, I believe. He is stopping to inspect legions along the way and the families came here directly."
"We are in training now to stage a mock battle for him when he arrives. General Patroclus is anxious to impress him."
"Will you take part in that battle?"
"Of course."
Lucilla's grip tightened on his arm. "Will it be dangerous?"
"It is possible to be injured. Things can get quite intense even when the 'enemy' are other soldiers in your own legion."
"What will you be doing?"
"Darius wants Quintus and I to fight each other. We're pretty evenly matched so it will be a fair fight."
"It doesn't really matter who wins then, does it?" Lucilla asked hopefully.
"It matters a lot. There's pride at stake... the pride of the soldiers and the centurions who lead them." Sensing Lucilla's distress he changed the topic. "Tell me what you have been doing since I saw you in Spain."
Lucilla sighed. "Not much."
Maximus stopped walking and looked at her. "Not much?"
"I suppose you think I lead a very exciting and glamorous life?" At her escort's nod she laughed sharply. "Quite the contrary. I am sheltered and protected far more than most women my age. I am bored to death. Coming here is the first adventure I have had since my trip to Spain."
"Surely you meet lots of new people?"
"Politicians old enough to be my father..." Maximus detected a note of bitterness in her voice. "...and their tedious families. The really interesting people are on the streets of Rome and I am not allowed to mingle with them. Maybe that's why I like you so much." Her voice was almost shy now. "You are so real. You've had a real family. You have real friends who like you for who you are not what you are. In many ways you know far more about life than I do, Maximus."
A whimper from behind stopped them both and they turned as one to look down at the dog who immediately sat on his haunches. Maximus crouched and stroked him gently. "I didn't realize that we had walked so far. It's getting to be too much for him now." He looked up at Lucilla. "Do you mind sitting for a few moments?"
"Not at all. Where?"
Maximus stood again and pointed behind the row of tents to his right. "There are stumps set up at the sides of the intervallum."
"I'll follow you."
Maximus headed between two tents with Lucilla close behind but they were stopped once again by a frantic barking. Hercules clearly didn't want to move but he didn't want his companions to leave either. Lucilla laughed when Maximus commanded the dog to be quiet, to no avail. The barking continued until they once again stood before the animal.
"Stubborn dog," the soldier growled.
"He's obviously hurting, Maximus. Why don't you carry him?" Lucilla was teasing but Maximus pulled the dog to his feet, swiftly bent to one knee, ducked his head under the animal's stomach and hoisted the startled Hercules onto his broad shoulders with the dog's legs clutched in both hands at his chest.
Delighted, Lucilla applauded, as did the men within sight of the attractive young couple.
Maximus bowed his head in mock seriousness then headed for the large open area in the middle of the campground, Hercules looking like a thick, furry cape with a wagging tail. He deposited the dog on the ground by a stump then offered the seat to Lucilla before dropping to the grass at her feet. "At least he won't chase the sheep," Maximus said, gesturing to the animals who chomped the grass short.
"Is this where the battle will be staged?"
"Yes, right here."
"My brother will love it. He loves anything that results in injury or death. It excites him, somehow. He'll probably want to participate. He fancies himself quite a fighter, you know."
"He's pretty young for that."
"Yes, but he sees it all the time. My mother takes him to the gladiatorial games and they spend the entire day delighting in watching people die. Then my mother..."
"Yes?"
Lucilla shook her head. "Nothing." She looked over the walls of the camp at the upper branches of the tall trees. "What's beyond the camp?"
"In that direction, the River Danube. It's very wide and very deep... and very cold."
"I would love to see it."
"I doubt if I'd be permitted to take you out there. The enemy is just on the other side of the river. Sometimes you can hear them at night shouting to each other."
"Maximus, I really want to go out there."
"Maybe if a contingent of Praetorians go with us."
"No. Just you and me."
"That's impossible, Lucilla."
"Wouldn't I be safe with you?"
Maximus hesitated. "Of course. But we would never get past the gate so don't even consider it."
Lucilla was quiet for a moment then said very softly, "I'm as tall as you are, Maximus. Not broad-shouldered but I'm tall. With my hair tucked under a helmet I could --"
"Don't even think about it."
"Why not? Oh, Maximus, I long for some excitement in my life. You have no idea how bad it is being the daughter of an emperor."
"If we were caught I'd be dishonorably discharged -- after every bit of skin was stripped from my body."
"We won't get caught."
Maximus was silent as he stared at the distant trees, his hand idly stroking the dog's thick fur. Taking his silence for a weakening of his stance Lucilla started to coax. "I wouldn't risk your career or your safety, Maximus. You know that. But I'm sure we wouldn't get caught. We don't have to stay out for long."
Maximus' face remained resolute.
Lucilla tentatively stretched out a hand until her fingertips brushed the hair at his nape. Her light touch shot a thunderbolt through Maximus and he was riveted to the ground, his limbs numb. Her fingers moved up into his hair then traced down the back of his neck, exploring the unfamiliar flesh. Unconsciously he tilted his head forward slightly, inviting the caress and his eyes closed. Her fingers trailed through his hair again then traced the sensitive skin behind one ear, making him shiver slightly.
Lucilla was astonished at his reaction to her soft touch. She liked it that this strong, tough soldier could melt a little with a gentle stroke. Oblivious to possible observers, Lucilla continued her exploration of Maximus' neck, using her thumb and fingers to gently massage the heavy muscle from his hairline to his shoulder until she could reach no further under the heavy armor. She leaned forward and brought her mouth close to his ear, noticing that his eyes were closed. She whispered, "Why are you wearing all this armor?"
Maximus' deep voice was drowsy. "Obviously to protect me from you." She smiled before she quickly kissed the sensitive skin under his ear then sat up again, her hand still on his neck. She loved the feel of his skin -- like soft silk over rock. She had never touched a man like this before and was not anxious to stop. And this was the man she wanted to touch.
Maximus sighed deeply and shook his head slightly to shake away his languor but knew he had lost the argument. Lucilla's thumb was still working its magic under his ear. In all of his many couplings with local women he had never experienced anything like this. Those unions had been direct and quick, with no more touching than absolutely necessary. He hadn't experienced tenderness like this since he was a child with his mother and he missed it. He had no idea how much he had missed it.
Still seated on the ground, he swiveled to face her, holding her eyes with his own. Her hand now rested on the front of his neck and she felt the pulse of his beating heart under her palm. Her fingers explored the roughness of his beard then moved to his jaw line to fondle the longer, softer hair there. For a long time neither of them spoke then Maximus broke the silence. "The only way this would work is for me to enter the praetorium with a friend. That friend would give you his armor and you would leave with me, disguised as him."
"Lucilla grinned. "I like the way you think, soldier." Her fingertips moved to his lips.
"The trouble will be to find a friend who is stupid enough to get involved with this ridiculous scheme." Maximus light tone belied the harsh words and he finally grasped her hand in his own and gently kissed her fingertips one by one.
"I'm sure you'll have no problem." Lucilla's voice was breathless.
Maximus shook his head again, wondering at his own sanity. He returned her hand to her lap. "Alright. Tomorrow night just after dark. Be ready to go."
"Thank you, Maximus. I can't wait."
With the big dog once again on his shoulders, Maximus and Lucilla made their way back to the general's compound where he bid her goodbye at the gate. Just before she turned away she sealed their scheme with a smile and a wink.
Chapter 14 - Outside the Walls
Lucilla was getting frantic. It was almost dusk and Commodus still lay sprawled across her bed. He had been there for hours and, at first, Lucilla had been sympathetic knowing that the boy was as bored as she. She had entertained him with stories about great Roman conquests and talked to him about the upcoming mock battle that would be staged when their father arrived, but now she just needed him to be gone.
"Commodus, dear, I am feeling very tired and would like to retire."
He shifted over on the bed and patted the space beside him. "You can lie here, Lucilla."
Although he was only fourteen his desire to be near her physically made Lucilla decidedly uncomfortable. She forced a smile to her lips. "Brother, it is time for you to go to your room so I can retire."
Commodus fingered her soft robe that had been tossed carelessly to the bed beside him before saying, "Then kiss me goodnight, sister, and promise me that you will spend time with me in the morning." His tone changed to one of accusation tinged with hurt. "Yesterday you spent all afternoon with Maximus and left me here alone."
"I know, dearest, but tomorrow I'll arrange for Maximus to spend time with both of us. Would you like that?"
"Can we go riding?"
"I don't know. I'll have to ask him."
Commodus immediately looked suspicious. "And when will you see him to ask him?"
"I'll send him a note, dearest. Now please -- I want to go to bed."
Commodus still did not move but turned his face to his sister. "I don't like to be alone at night."
"I know that but you are surrounded by people who love you, Commodus. There is no reason to be afraid."
The boy finally swung his legs off the bed and Lucilla held her breath. "Kiss me goodnight," he demanded. He approached his sister who was a good five inches taller than he. As usual, she placed her hands on his cheeks and brushed the top of his head quickly with her lips.
"Go now."
Reluctantly Commodus headed for the door and Lucilla held her breath. He turned and said, "Don't forget about tomorrow."
She smiled. "I won't Commodus. Good night brother."
He was gone. Lucilla hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath until it escaped her in a rush. Now she just had to wait until Maximus appeared with his friend. She had no doubt that he would because he had given her his word. She could hardly wait to see him again.
Maximus' role in this adventure was not quite so easy. He had found a young soldier who was tall and slender and convinced him to take part in this charade, fully intending to assume all of the blame should their deception be discovered. Maximus was not at all sure that Petronius understood the potential danger in what they were about to do but regarded it, instead, as a lark. The boy idolized Maximus and would do anything for him.
Both men were dressed in their brown wool tunics and leggings with steel armor overtop. Maximus carried his helmet while Petronius wore his. The helmet covered his chin and cheeks, almost obscuring his face. "Petronius, quit grinning," ordered Maximus and the young soldier quickly struggled to maintain a serious expression. Both men were unarmed but Maximus had hidden two swords just outside the back gate of the camp. As usual, he carried a concealed dagger in his boot.
Under his arm Maximus clutched a leather pouch containing details of his century's readiness for the mock battle which Darius had asked him to deliver to the general. Now was as good a time as any.
Just after sundown the two soldiers approached the entrance to the praetorium. Petronius kept his head slightly lowered as ordered by Maximus and his companion did all of the talking. They were stopped, as expected, but allowed to pass when Maximus explained his mission. Maximus headed for the general's tent and Petronius followed Maximus' directions and scurried away to find Lucilla.
Maximus did not want to get stopped talking to the general tonight so he gave the satchel to an aid then headed back in the direction of Lucilla's quarters, taking his time and greeting soldiers he met along the way. Within a surprisingly short time he was re-joined by his companion who fell into step beside him. Maximus froze momentarily as sweet perfume drifted by his nostrils and he prayed that the Praetorian guards would not notice it. He extended his hand to signal Lucilla to stop and waited until the gate was busy with men exiting the compound then gestured for her to follow quickly. The two blended in with the crowd and left the praetorium unchallenged. Only then did Maximus dare sneak a peek at her. His lips twitched as he saw Petronius' armor fitting her almost perfectly and glimpses of the smooth, creamy skin under the helmet. Her hair was totally obscured and unless somebody looked really closely they never would have guessed that she was anything but a very young male soldier.
Maximus said quietly, "Follow me and don't say a word." He headed towards the back gate with Lucilla right behind him, close enough that he could swear he felt her heat through their armor. Maximus greeted the guards at the gate but was not questioned as he knew he wouldn't be. Once outside, he secured both swords in one fluid motion then headed down a well-worn path to the river.
Maximus slowed slightly aware that Lucilla would not be accustomed to the terrible weight of the steel on her shoulders and he felt her hand brush his. "Good evening, my Lady," he whispered.
"Good evening, sir," replied Lucilla, a smile in her voice. "That certainly went without a hitch."
"Yes, but it won't be so easy getting back in."
"We'll worry about that when the time comes. Maximus, may I take off this awful helmet now?"
"Not yet. Not until there is no chance of being seen from the camp walls and I make sure that no one else is out here tonight." He continued down the path which narrowed slightly now. Shoulder high reeds grew along both edges and the brush beyond that looked dense in the bright moonlight. Maximus suddenly grabbed Lucilla's hand and pulled her to the left onto a very narrow path that she had not even noticed was there. It was wide enough for only one person at a time and was totally hidden by tall rushes and grass which grabbed at their armor and legs.
Maximus could hear her heavy breathing behind him but he did not stop until they reached a slight clearing and Lucilla found herself staring at a wide body of water which reflected the full white moon on its rippled surface.
As she gasped in pleasure at the sight Maximus pulled her helmet off and tossed it to the ground before taking her head in both hands, digging his fingers into her scalp until curls tumbled down her back. Without releasing her head he drew her face to his and gently brushed her lips with his own. "I don't know why," he whispered, but you look even more remarkably beautiful in soldier's armor than you usually do."
She smiled her pleasure at his compliment and leaned against him, but steel clanged against steel and she may as well as be leaning against a post. Maximus laughed softly and said, "Follow me."
In a few short steps they reached a small beach surrounded by high trees with branches that extended far over the water. At the base of one of the trunks were large, smooth rocks. As Lucilla stared at the river Maximus quickly unclipped her armor and pulled it off then removed his own, setting them both down carefully by the rocks. She fell into his arms, her breasts pressed against his chest. One of his strong arms encircled her waist and the other slanted across her back, his hand supporting her head as he parted her lips with his for a sweet kiss. He brushed her lips with his own again and again until Maximus felt her trembling. He pressed her face to his shoulder and hugged her tight. "What is it, sweet?"
"I've never been kissed before," came the muffled reply. "No man has ever dared."
"Did I overstep my limits?"
Lucilla raised her head and looked into his shadowed eyes. "No." She smiled. "I was hoping you'd do that. I just wasn't prepared for how wonderful it would be." She caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers. "I wish the world would stop right now and keep us forever in this place. Just the two of us." She leaned toward him and parted her lips inviting another kiss.
Instead, Maximus took her hand and led her to the flat rock under the massive oak tree where he sat with his back against the trunk and his bent knees wide-spread. She readily sat down between his legs and snuggled her back against his broad chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Maximus' arms encircled her stomach just under her breasts and she wrapped her arms around his.
They were silent for a while, listening to the sounds of the night: the lapping waves, an owl hooting in the distance, the breeze moaning in the branches high above them.
Lucilla turned her face towards his. "You called me 'sweet'."
"Yes."
"Why?"
Maximus shrugged. "Because you are."
"Very few people would ever call me that. Most consider me to be short-tempered and manipulative."
"Well I did see the way you handled the Praetorian guards the other day but I have to admit that I rather liked that. You certainly put them in their place, so I know that you're capable of it. But, you've been nothing but sweet with me."
"I feel so different when I'm with you. Maximus, I'm so alone, except with you. You'll always be here for me, won't you?"
"Yes."
"Promise me?"
"Yes, I promise." Maximus kissed the tip of her nose then placed his finger under her chin lifting her face for another kiss. She surprised him by twisting her body until one breast pressed into him and she opened her mouth without hesitation. This time Maximus teased the tip of her tongue with his own and was pleased to hear her gasp but not withdraw. He deepened the kiss until their tongues entwined and he sucked hers gently into his mouth. Lucilla promptly reciprocated and the kiss became wildly passionate.
When he started to pull away Lucilla grabbed both sides of his face demanding that the kiss continue. As his tongue explored her mouth his hand moved up her back then around her side until it cupped her breast, his thumb stroking the hard nipple through the soft fabric of the tunic. Lucilla moaned and Maximus shifted uncomfortably on the rock. His brain sent warning signals that this was going to far but his body refused to heed them.
Without breaking the kiss, Lucilla's hand frantically tore at the bottom of his tunic then delved underneath until her fingers found the smooth skin of his back. He shuddered as her nails raked his flesh. He tore his mouth away gasping for breath and her lips went to his throat while his hand left her breast and fumbled for the hem of her tunic.
Suddenly, Maximus froze. His eyes had flickered open momentarily but that was all that was needed to send the warning to his soldier's brain. "Lucilla, stop! Stop!" he whispered harshly. "We've got visitors."
Shocked, she turned in his arms to follow his gaze across the river where she saw something dark on the water and it was moving towards them very rapidly. "What is it?"
"A raft." Maximus was already adjusting his clothing but his eyes never left the dark shape. "Four, maybe five men -- tribesmen. Intent on spying, I assume. There are too few for an ambush but they may just be the scouting party. They can't see us under this tree and they aren't expecting us to be here, but we'll be in trouble when they do. Lucilla, I don't have time to get you back inside the camp walls." Maximus spit a vile curse at his stupidity for bringing her out here. "Get your armor on quickly and crouch behind this rock and stay there. Don't make a sound whatever happens. Do you understand me? Whatever happens."
"Are you going for help?"
"There's no time for that. By the time I got back with reinforcements they could be anywhere in the woods and we'd never find them. I need to keep them in sight. Now do as I say and don't make a sound." Maximus pushed her roughly away from him, pulled her armor over her head and secured it tightly then jammed on her helmet, not caring that her curls still tumbled down her back.
By the time she was behind the rock, Maximus had on his own armor, except for the helmet, and two swords were clutched dangerously in his right hand. It looked like he was finally going to experience real warfare on a night when he had hoped for anything but.
Chapter 15 – Attack
With two swords clutched in one hand Maximus leaped for the lowest branch of the oak and pulled himself up into the boughs sprouting newly-formed leaves. Then he quickly climbed higher until he had a good view of the beach and the water beyond. Before he could decide what to do he had to know what he was up against.
As the raft drew silently nearer he could count four men, each with a sword but no shield. It seems they were armed lightly to travel silently and quickly through the forest -- and to scale walls of camps. The men were huge, it seemed to Maximus. At least his height and a couple much bigger. He knew the only way he could take this group was in a surprise attack that would leave at least a couple dead.
As they rapidly drew nearer Maximus tried to discern which man might be the leader of the small group because that was the man he wanted first. Eliminating him might throw the others into disarray. Two men were rowing and one was sitting while one stood and gestured to the others. That was his man.
Choosing a sturdy branch, Maximus inched his way out until he was near the end, his belly flat on the wood beneath him, both arms free. He balanced a sword in his right hand and waited until the raft was in range.
The sound of a sword in flight came too late to alert the tribesmen who raised their heads just in time to see the glinting metal tumbling end over end before it lodged itself viciously in the heart of the standing man. Mouth open is a silent scream, he tumbled off the raft with a splash.
The others leaped to their feet with weapons drawn but they could not see their foe. Maximus heard them arguing violently, probably deciding whether to land and fight this unseen enemy or return across the river. Unfortunately for them, they made the wrong choice.
Frantically now, they paddled for shore, leaping into the water when it was still waist deep. They tugged the raft behind them and pulled it onto the beach then stood back to back, dripping, swords drawn, searching for Maximus with their eyes, ears and noses. Maximus almost smiled. He doubted that they could smell him but he could certainly smell them. Almost leisurely, Maximus choose his next victim. He wasn't the biggest man but he was positioned correctly for what the soldier of Rome wanted to do next. Silently pulling his dagger from his boot, Maximus launched it downwards with all of his strength and the man closest to him dropped like a stone, the dagger piercing his neck.
His remaining weapon in his hand, Maximus dropped to the ground, rolled and came to his feet in a crouch, a growl of rage ripping from his throat. The two remaining tribesman swung around quickly to face him and one smirked when he realized that the Roman soldier was alone. That's the one Maximus went for first. Swinging his sword high he brought it down towards the man's neck but the tribesman moved quickly to deflect it and metal met metal.
Maximus moved with lightening speed to free his sword and thrust upwards this time but this move was also deflected. While fighting one man he warily kept an eye on the other who tried to maneuver into position behind him to launch an attack from both sides. Maximus shifted constantly to keep both men in site all the while swinging the heavy sword. These men had been well-trained and Maximus knew he would have the advantage only when one made a mistake.
Gaining solid footing in the sand was difficult for Maximus as he whirled his body and sword from one direction to the other, holding off both men. But he was on the defensive now and they had the advantage. He continued to snarl and below his rage hoping to unnerve his opponents but they held fast. Throwing his sword from hand to hand to conserve his energy, he realized that they were backing him towards the water where the waves would make his movements sluggish. Desperately, he threw his body in a low arch at one man, his arm slashing out viciously and was satisfied to hear the tribesman scream and see him drop his sword, clutching his lower leg in agony.
On his stomach, Maximus grabbed the injured man's sword and rolled away just before the tribesman still standing buried his sword in the sand right where Maximus had been lying seconds before. He was on his feet in an instant, swords in both hands now, slashing them threateningly back and forth. For the first time he saw uncertainty in the other man's face and launched his attack driving the man backwards into the water. When the now-terrified man stumbled slightly Maximus was on him, burying a sword into his neck. The blade slid out with a gurgle as the tribesman slowly slipped to his knees, his dead eyes open and staring. He fell face-first into the black river water.
"Maximus! Look out!"
He whirled just in time to see the injured tribesman leap at him with a terrifying scream. Knocked backwards into the water right on top of the dead man, Maximus lost his grip on one sword and it sank quickly. A fist crashed against his jaw making stars leap before his eyes but he held tightly to his second sword and brought the hilt up hard under the other man's chin. The tribesman stumbled backwards momentarily giving Maximus the seconds he needed to recover but he was only partially standing before the attack was launched again. Both men slammed into the water this time and came up sputtering. Maximus still had his sword but in the water it seemed a disadvantage so he released it and brought his fist up hard against his opponent's nose, once, then twice. He heard the crunch as the bone shattered and blood spurted over both of them.
Maximus kicked out with his foot and knocked the bloodied man off his feet then jumped on the man's back, driving him face first into the water. With a hand on the back of his neck, Maximus used his full weight to hold him under until the struggling ceased and bubbles no longer rose to the surface.
Exhausted and numb he stood in the hip deep water staring at the surface. Behind him he heard Lucilla call his name and he finally turned and waded slowly to the beach. Immediately, she hugged him tight running her hands over all parts of his body that she could touch searching for injury.
"I'm alright. I'm not hurt."
With those reassuring words Lucilla started to sob and Maximus pressed her gently against his wet body, the cold armor between them. He realized that it had probably been as hard for her to watch what had transpired on the beach as it had for him to participate. But... he had killed men tonight. He had killed men.
He had killed men.
During training, a young soldier sometimes questioned whether he could really do that to another man but Maximus had passed that hurdle. He knew he could kill men if necessary.
Lucilla was weeping softly now. "I have never seen anything so terrifying -- or so wonderful. Maximus you were amazing."
"Well, right now I'm just cold and tired. I've got to get you back inside the camp then report this incident. It's a good thing the wind is blowing from the south tonight or half the camp would have heard the fight and be here by now."
Lucilla used her sleeve to gently wipe the blood from his face then kissed his lips before taking his arm and heading towards the path.
"Just a minute. Tuck your hair under your helmet. You're Petronius again now, remember?" Maximus laughed. "Poor kid. He must wonder where on earth we are."
As Lucilla handled her hair Maximus said, "When I tell the guards at the gate what happened there will be a great deal of commotion. When that happens enter the gate and change places with Petronius as quickly as possible. Explain briefly what happened and tell him to find me immediately for further instructions. Until then he is to keep his mouth shut. Is that clear?"
"Perfectly clear, sir." Lucilla bowed slightly in obedience.
"Don't be cute," mumbled Maximus as he tucked an errant lock under the helmet. He kissed her quickly then pulled her along the trail after him. At the gate all happened as Maximus said it would and Lucilla made a bee-line for her tent, her heart pounding with excitement and love for the young soldier who had thoroughly captured her heart.
