Disclaimer: Character Maximus does not belong to me. Chapter Three plot of
story Maximus tells doesn't either.
A/N: Okay, this is my first 'fic, and I'm only 13, so bear with me if its
slow or anything, very sorry. It takes up after the other gladiators were
bought. Maximus was overlooked because he was asleep, and OBVIOUSLY had no
stamina.
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It was a sunny morning; Maximus woke up to a young master, looking him over, inspecting him like a horse. Maximus raised an eyebrow as the man felt his teeth.
"Solid enough, firm build, good posture, where is he from?" Maximus only heard the conversation in one ear.
The slave-master replied lightly, used to lying, "He is a barbarian soldier. Prisoner of war."
The potential buyer thought a moment, "How much are you asking?"
"Sixty," the greedy slave-owner answered.
Maximus smiled wearily, the –driver had hard-put prices, something which stood to the reason that Maximus was still here, and most of the slaves had already been bought.
"Sixty?! For this vermin? I'll pay no more than thirty."
The –owner shifted his feet, a sign Maximus has come to realize meant he was thinking.
"Thirty-five, and you have 'im." The buyer nodded and the two freemen shook hands.
Suddenly, Maximus felt a hand on his head, lugging him up. He stood silently at ease.
"You'll be a horse-slave in my household. I have a wife, a son, and a daughter. You will teach my children to ride. Can you read and write?" Maximus eyed him, wondering which he preferred. His new master looked at him expectantly, and Maximus nodded. "I thought so, your eyes were intelligent. Well then, what do you call yourself slave?"
Maximus gazed at him before speaking. When he did, he merely muttered, "Maximus, and I leave behind a wife and son." Then he looked into the man's eyes. He was surprised to find they were sympathetic. Then in a flash, they became expectant again.
"Welcome to your new life Maximus. I am Flavius."
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It was a sunny morning; Maximus woke up to a young master, looking him over, inspecting him like a horse. Maximus raised an eyebrow as the man felt his teeth.
"Solid enough, firm build, good posture, where is he from?" Maximus only heard the conversation in one ear.
The slave-master replied lightly, used to lying, "He is a barbarian soldier. Prisoner of war."
The potential buyer thought a moment, "How much are you asking?"
"Sixty," the greedy slave-owner answered.
Maximus smiled wearily, the –driver had hard-put prices, something which stood to the reason that Maximus was still here, and most of the slaves had already been bought.
"Sixty?! For this vermin? I'll pay no more than thirty."
The –owner shifted his feet, a sign Maximus has come to realize meant he was thinking.
"Thirty-five, and you have 'im." The buyer nodded and the two freemen shook hands.
Suddenly, Maximus felt a hand on his head, lugging him up. He stood silently at ease.
"You'll be a horse-slave in my household. I have a wife, a son, and a daughter. You will teach my children to ride. Can you read and write?" Maximus eyed him, wondering which he preferred. His new master looked at him expectantly, and Maximus nodded. "I thought so, your eyes were intelligent. Well then, what do you call yourself slave?"
Maximus gazed at him before speaking. When he did, he merely muttered, "Maximus, and I leave behind a wife and son." Then he looked into the man's eyes. He was surprised to find they were sympathetic. Then in a flash, they became expectant again.
"Welcome to your new life Maximus. I am Flavius."