"I'm not!" I yelled it with more fire than I'd ever felt before, but even then, I knew it was another lie. Maybe Caesar's ghost wasn't telling me that the bulla was a curse. Maybe he had said that by wearing the bulla, I would become the curse.
By then, the second wagon came rolling into camp, with Caela's limbs and
wings tied up tighter than could possibly be necessary. Tears filled my eyes when I saw her, such a magnificent animal reduced to bondage. Whatever would become of me, I feared that her fate might be no better.
At least it provided a temporary distraction for Sal and the guards, who wandered over to the wagon to get a closer look. I took advantage of the moment to jump from the wagon and run the other way. With my arms still tied, it wasn't the best way to escape, but it was all I had.
I yelled at Livia to follow me, and at least for a little while, she stayed close. Then her footsteps trailed behind and when I turned to look for her, someone grabbed me around the waist and tackled me to the ground.
Sal.
He wrestled me to my back and knelt on one forearm to hold my arms down, then pulled out his own knife. I saw Livia a few feet away, also on the ground.
"Take this as a warning," I said with as much anger as I felt. "Once you kill me, I'm going to come back as a Shade. I will haunt you every day of your miserable life. And I'll enjoy it too."
Sal's eyes widened at my threat, then he said, "I'll have them toss you into the lake and drown your spirit. I will kill everything that is even a memory of you." He raised the knife and I closed my eyes.
"Sal, I will give you what you want!" Livia yelled. "I will marry you."
My eyes flew open and I struggled again beneath Sal's weight. "No!" I cried. As far as I was concerned, Sal was a roach that had crawled from the underworld and taken on human form. He hadn't done a good job of it either -- the resemblance was far too close. If she married him, Livia's life would only grow worse than it already was, and I would never, never accept him as part of our family.
But she had Sal's attention now and he lowered the knife. Livia walked to Sal and fell to her knees beside him. "Let my brother live," she said, folding her hand around his arm holding the knife. "And when I come of age next year, I will be yours."
Sal put his hand over hers and my stomach lurched. When they both got to their feet, I could finally breathe again, though the air smelled like Sal, fetid enough to make me retch. The guards who had been with Caela returned and dragged me to my feet, waiting for their orders.
"No!" I said again to Livia. "You must not marry him."
"It'll save your life." Tears filled her eyes. "This is the only way."
Something about Sal's widening smile made me nervous. With a quick glance to Livia, he said, "That bird in the wagon will go to Rome, as my gift to the emperor. Nic will go with it, as part of the games in a few days." Now his eyes fixed on mine. "I will not kill you, Nic, but I will come to the games and see what sort of fun the empire has with your life there. I doubt you will last ten minutes in that arena."
Livia cried out and pled for Sal to change his mind, but he had kept his promise by allowing me to live, and would not be persuaded to do anything more. I yelled out in protest and fought with everything I had, but the guards threw me into the wagon and bound me to it with chains.
"Let me talk to him one last time!" Livia was sobbing now. "Mother wanted him to know --"
But by then, the guards had already begun driving me away, and her words were drowned out in the noise. I didn't fight anymore after that. My shoulder throbbed, I was numb with worry for Livia, and I was terrified of what lay ahead for me.
As we rode away in the waning light, I saw a wagon approach the mines, bearing a flag marked with the house of Valerius. Even from here, Crispus's curly blond hair was visible. They had come, just as the senator had promised. But they were too late.
We rode throughout a warm night, and were greeted in the early morning hours by dark skies that threatened rain. I didn't mind rain, especially in these hot summer months, but I dreaded the idea of the storm growing worse. Perhaps the only thing I ever preferred about living in the mines was it allowed me to stay deep underground during thunderstorms. During the lightning.
Our wagon finally stopped just outside the walls of Rome. The guards had sent a rider ahead to arrange my sale and a meeting place, but I couldn't see who had just bought me until he came around the back of the wagon and ordered me out.
My new owner was a handsome man who had the dark hair and eyes of an Arabian, and he had an intelligence about him that made me wary. I watched him carefully, hoping to get an idea for what kind of a master he would be. I didn't need much. In fact at this point, I'd have been satisfied with anyone who kept me alive, based on Valerius's warning. Once my new owner shook hands with the guard who had arranged my sale, he walked up and looked me over, the way he might examine a newly purchased horse. It was part of the process of acquiring a slave, I knew that, and yet I felt like little more than an animal beneath such coarse treatment. At least he untied the ropes around my wrists. That showed some sign of honor in him.
"My name is Felix," he said. "I will be your master, but I am also a servant to Emperor Tacitus, ruler of the Roman Empire. So anything you do for me will also be a kindness to him."
I didn't care. I had no loyalty to Emperor Tacitus. Nor to Felix, for that matter. But I did understand that my only hope of avoiding the lion's jaws in the arena was to make myself useful to him.
"And you're Nic?"
"Nicolas Calva."
He chuckled. "How did a slave get such a fine name? Will you add a cognomen to your title once you're in Rome? Nicolas Calva Magnus perhaps? Are you grand enough for a title like that?"
"No, sir." I glanced up at him with a grin. "Not yet."
"Well, Nicolas Calva, you look hungry."