Xandi55
Onlooker
I offer the third part of this Gladiator-Story in the Roman Empire. First and second part don't deal with crucifixion. If readers desire, I may post them, too. Enjoy.
Part 3
After the night of the great feast, in which Caius was tortured for hours for the entertainment of the Lanista's guests, the Lanista allowed him a week of recovery before Caius began training again with the other gladiators in the Ludus. His body was still marked with dark welts and bruises. Scabs covered the wounds the scourge had torn into his skin.
But Caius wanted to train hard again and get back into the shape he had achieved before the torture. Even though the scars still hurt, as did his muscles from cramping when he fought the pain, he wanted and needed to sweat and exercise again. He was proud to show off his scars in the arena of the Ludus. He noticed that the other gladiators respected him for how he had gotten through that night. That he took the pain like a man, not begging for mercy.
But more importantly, he wanted to be a gladiator. And in order to survive in the arena, he had to be able to endure pain. But above all, he had to be a good fighter. And he knew that in a few weeks he would face the first of the gladiatorial tests, which he would have to pass in order to be allowed to fight in an arena in front of the people of Rome.
That test was called the “Endurance Test of the gladiators”. It has always consisted of a fight between two aspiring gladiators, which was fought with wooden weapons without interruption until both fighters were absolutely exhausted. They carried all their armour with the exception of the Manica. Because the upper body, especially the back, had to remain free to receive countless lashes. Because in addition to the gladiators, two more men entered the arena: the Drivers!
The Drivers each carried a very long braided leather whip with which they could whip the gladiators from several feet away. Because it wasn't the fight with wooden weapons that was crucial for passing the test, but rather enduring fighting for as long as possible and with ever-increasing exhaustion and at the same time increasing pain from weapon hits and whip lashes.
In addition to those long whips the drivers also had two short whips with heavy leather straps bound to their belts.
So while the long whips were intended to drive the gladiators into battle, the short whips were used to whip an exhausted gladiator back to his feet after he went down to the ground!
Usually, the new gladiators were first sent to smaller arenas in smaller towns to gain their first experience with sharp weapons. But since the Colosseum existed in Rome, it absorbed everything. All fights, all gladiators. It devoured men and animals of all kinds. The fights and performances became more and more sophisticated and bloody. The days when performances took place were always divided into the morning- and the afternoon shows. While the gladiators fought in the afternoon and these fights took place according to strict ritual and rules, the morning's events were all characterized by a boundless greed for blood and cries of pain. Bloody fights between condemned men and starving beasts, crucifixions, ever new tortures with which prisoners were cruelly tortured to death.
A large part of the audience also switched between the halves of the day. Many came for the gruesome spectacles that so often ended in death.
In order to fill the arena with performances, the Colosseum also absorbed the Endurance Test of the Gladiators. They took place in the morning. It wasn't enough for the organizers of the performances to show the spectators the sweating athletic torsos of the gladiators fighting each other with wooden weapons. The Endurance Test was staged with drama, blood and the experience of death!
It wasn't a matter of life or death for the gladiators competing, but for prisoners whose fate was arbitrarily linked to the outcome of the fight. The young gladiators were thrown into this dramatic spectacle, not only reaching their physical limits, but also going far beyond them by placing the fate of prisoners on their bare shoulders. In order to satisfy the thirst for blood, the gladiators were allowed to compete against each other with the sica and a small shield instead of wooden weapons. The iron weapons were blunt all the way with the exeption of the tip. Actually the tip of the tip. The tips of both sicas had been sharpened so that they could cause minor wounds and cuts.
The gladiators shouldn't be able to kill each other. But they were to engage in a bloody battle that captivated the audience. The whips of the Drivers hit repeatedly so sharp that bloody welts appeared on the fighter's bare skin. Since the fights could last for a long time, the gladiators collected quite a lot of these cuts and welts amidst the roars and cheers of the spectators. If a gladiator struggeled and went to the ground, the Drivers approached.While one fended off the opponent, the other Driver whipped the prone gladiator to force him back to his feet.
After another month, Caius had recovered well from the torture and was training hard again. He had made good progress in his skills and now moved like a fighter. Nimble and supple, he already skillfully wielded Gladius and Sica, which Sextus didn't miss to notice.
Therefore, the day was approaching when Caius was to enter the arena of the Colosseum for the first time. Life as a gladiator had unpredictable twists and turns for the men every day! Sextus sent Magnus to prepare Caius for this first day in the arena of the Colosseum. A day that would demand everything from him: the Endurance Test of the Gladiators in front of a large crowd!
Sextus and Magnus knew that this experience would simply blow the fresh gladiator Caius away. Physically and mentally he would face challenges the likes of which he had never experienced in his life. And Sextus would make money for the first time with Caius. Not much money but at least Caius was going to earn his food for some days. Unlike before, when the Endurance Test was only carried out in the arena of the Ludus in front of the school's gladiators.
So Magnus, who had also passed his Endurance Test in the Colosseum, prepared Caius by telling him what to expect that day. That he would sweat and bleed and scream, but also that he could get the crowd onto his side. They would admire and cheer for him when he fought well.
But Magnus couldn't prepare Caius for everything. Not for the feelings that would arise in him when he stood in front of the crowd. His head covered by his helmet but bare-chested for the first time. When he would show them his muscles in the blazing sunlight knowing that all they wanted to see is his body getting wounded.
Not for the feeling of receiving an iron weapon for the first time able to inflict bloody wounds to his opponent. Knowing that his opponent has the same weapon in his hand.
And not for all the feelings that awaited him when they threw him into the dramatic spectacle they had been devised around the test.
All of this upset Caius. Even more than the torture he faced back then. Everything would be different that day. Except perhaps the pain they would inflict on him. But he would be competing against an opponent. And all this in front of an uncountable number of spectators. Spectators sitting there where he once had sat looking down into the arena. Now he was about to walk into this arena. Walk on that dusty, blood-drenched, sacred ground. From dark vaults into the blazing sunlight. Through a gate which was to be closed after he passed it. No way out! A place where he had always longed to be. Unattainable for a normal man. Now this dream was to become true. With an iron sica in his hand, almost naked, ready to fight against another man.
Then the time came. Caius was woken up early and had to get dressed to go to the Colosseum. He was already putting on his loincloth and fastening his gladiator belt over it. Then his tunic and sandals. He carried the helmet in a leather bag when he set off with Cossus for the Colosseum. The thoughts in his head were going crazy. They went through a remote entrance into the vaults of the huge structure into the area where everything revolved around gladiatorial combat. There were cages for the gladiators, which looked more like predator cages. And to the place where the armory was located. They passed a forge for weapons and armor parts. Shields stood around. Slaves kept everything going while gladiators were absent at this time of day. Torches illuminated the dark, stuffy vaults. Coarse pavement and damp earth covered the ground.
Cossus handed Caius over to a man named Leo. A former gladiator who now organized the games in the Colosseum, still under his gladiator name. “Welcome to your Test of Endurance, gladiator. Caius is your name? Today you will experience everything that makes you being a gladiator! Take off that tunic. I want to have you look like a Gladiator! Today you will only wear a loincloth, belt and helmet. No Manica. You are only allowed to put on the manica's glove. Plus this round shield and the sica, which we will pick up from the forge next.
You will compete against a young German who accordingly calls himself Germanicus. He hates Romans, you should know. He will make you feel it. He will throw everything into the fight to defeat you. You will only meet immediately before entering the arena. Be worthy to set your bare soles on the sacred ground of the Colosseum's arena. Nowhere else so much blood has been shed like here in this arena. Gladiator's blood. Feel the solemnity when you stand before the people and present your bare chest. Ready to receive the wounds the crowd craves for.
And there will be another reason so that you will give everything to win the fight. On the shoulders of each of you I will place a man's destiny. Two young rebels, Jonas and Silas from Judea, have been sentenced to death by crucifixion. One of them can be pardoned to continue his life as a slave on a galley. Not a life worth living but he will escape the hellish torments of crucifixion. The other rebel will die on the cross in the arena right after your fight.
If you fail, Silas will be crucified. Before your eyes. You will hold him while the crucifixion squad drives the nails through his flesh and bones. Both rebels will look down on you from the cross as you fight. Chained to the cross in the position of thieves as we call it. Only when the battle is decided one rebel will be taken down while the other will be nailed to the wood. So get out of it what it’s worth to you.”
They went to the forge.They could smell the smoke from the forge from afar. Hammer blows could be heard.
“You’re about to meet our blacksmith, Marcellus. He is a truly evil sadist. He found his calling in the Colosseum. Nobody can handle embers and iron like him. Never before have our weapons been so sharp. He loves to give you gladiators his sharpened blades into your hands so that you can slaughter yourselves with them.
He is also an ingenious builder of torture devices. When he pursues his buisness as a torture master in the Arena which is also his pleasure, then he tortures like a blacksmith: with embers and iron. When he looks at you closely while we meet, be sure that he is already imaginating that you are in his hands and he has absolute power over you.
He has good connections, so good that he has already got some men he desired later being transferred to be tortured by him.
Ignore his looks and just think about your fight.”
They entered the stuffy forge in a dark vault. The blacksmith had both sicas ready prepared. The sides were particularly dull while he had sharpened the tips as much as possible with these old, discarded weapons.
Marcellus actually looked at Caius. His gaze stayed on Caius upper body. The scars of the scourging on Caius' chest seemed to trigger something inside him. He watched the scars from the branding that Caius had on his chest and upper arm. Their eyes met now and Marcellus gave him a grin. With a facial expression that hinted at his sadism. Marcellus rose from his stool and approached Caius. He took the sica and placed the blade on the branding scar on Caius' chest.
“Today the iron is cold. Enjoy it.” He let the blade glide flat over Caius' chest. The polished cold iron touching the testicles was especially and indescribably exciting. Marcellus didn't miss the fact that Caius was getting hard under the loincloth as the cold blade slid across his skin. “The weapon excites you? Then you feel right for a gladiator. Today will be the only day in your new life as a gladiator where you can enter the arena without having to fear your own death. The people will allow you this feeling only once. Whenever you enter the arena in the future, death will enter the arena with you. And you will fight with your opponent to see whether you will be able leave the arena alive.”
A shiver ran down Caius' spine as he heard Marcellus' words. Caius had gripped with the left hand his right forearm. Marcellus took the sica from Caius chest and placed the sharp tip of the blade on Caius' left forearm. He started pulling the weapon slowly as he continued to look into Caius' eyes.
Caius tried to bear the pain unfazed. Then Marcellus took up the blood with the blade and smeared it over the wound. He held the blood-smeared blade in front of Caius' eyes: “The people will only accept a blade like this.
Give them what they came for and show them you’re a gladiator!”
With these words he handed over the sica to Caius.
Caius felt that this had been a fateful encounter. Anything in his gut told him that he and Marcellus would meet again. His gaze wanted to capture him!
Leo put his arm around Caius' back and pushed him on. “I see, Marcellusis regarding you as worthy of being wounded by his weapons. But I know that lustful look. He likes you, boy. You know what that means. He will certainly watch your fight right away. To see if your stamina is just as strong as your muscles. If you fight hard and endure pain well you can be sure that Marcellus will get hooked. He will do what he can to give you the chance to prove yourself in “The Forge”.”
Caius couldn't understand the meaning of these words because he didn't know which “forge” Leo was talking about. They moved on.
Then Caius was taken into the large vault, where Germanicus was already waiting at the barred, double-winged gate to the arena. Caius could hear the noise of the spectators from outside. A few steps away, the two rebels were chained with their backs to a bar of a cage. They were of Caius' age. Caius scrutinized their bodies, clad only in loincloths. Shaggy hair, tanned skin, both slim and strong. They wore iron chains with heavy shackles on their wrists behind their backs, which allowed them to keep their hands shoulder-width apart.
He stiffened the moment he saw their masculine bodies and tried to imagine what the day had in store for them. Thinking about the torments of crucifixion deeply aroused him. Watching these men going through their hardest hours, even touching them, grabbing and holding their sweaty arms at the crucial moment of crucifixion: these were thoughts that completely consumed his mind. And still he didn't want to be the one whose failure in battle meant such a painful death for the rebel entrusted to his skills in fighting. All of this done only for the people on the ranks. So that they would be entertained with unbearable tension. Hence the added drama in a simple Gladiator Endurance Test!
“You go ahead of the entourage into the middle of the arena. The crosses are already in position. The fight will take place between the crosses. The drivers will follow you, then the condemned rebels and the guards. As I make the announcement to the people, the two rebels get chained to the cross in the position of thieves. That will happen quickly. Then you will fight!”
Caius looked at Germanicus. He scrutinized his body, trying to assess his strength. Germanicus was strong! Blonde, an extremely well-developed upper body. Calves and thighs that impressed Caius. As if having descended from the pedestal of a statue. Would he be able to stand up to him? He had to! And he wanted to find out!
The guards in the Colosseum, who were also responsible for carrying out the punishments, released the chains of the two rebels from the bar. Trumpets sounded. The gate was opened. They marched off. To the middle of the arena! The gladiators' hearts were pounding! An indescribable feeling to be inside the arena. To feel the sand under the feet, which means so much to every gladiator. They stood in the middle and let the audience examine their bodies. They knew that everyone watching had their eyes on them. Examining every muscle of the gladiators. Watching them being unhurt, without any blood. And then hoping for a thrilling bloody fight. Caius proudly showed his scars from the scourging, which still covered his chest and shoulders.
Then Caius glanced at the crosses on either side of them: they weren't normal crosses like the ones that stood along the roadside in the provinces. These were impressive execution machines that could only exist in the Colosseum. There were two wooden platforms, each resting on four massive wooden wheels. They had been drawn into the arena from both sides through the large gates and now stood facing each other at a distance. The crucified men should be able to watch each other. And of course the fateful battle among the glatiators.
The platforms were so large that all the men involved in the crucifixion could get on . They were so high that a lead pendulum weight attached underneath the wooden planks could raise the crosses with little force. Wide wooden stairs were placed in front of the platform.
“Caius, go to Silas, Germanicus to Jonas! Help the guards getting them up!” They had already brought Silas to the platform. While the guards wore sandals, Caius climbed onto the wooden platform barefoot. He noticed that the planks were soaked with blood and all other human liquids set free when a man is fighting for his life. For hours! Countless men had stepped onto these machines with their crosses! The last thing they felt under their feet before they were fixed to the cross!
Part 3
After the night of the great feast, in which Caius was tortured for hours for the entertainment of the Lanista's guests, the Lanista allowed him a week of recovery before Caius began training again with the other gladiators in the Ludus. His body was still marked with dark welts and bruises. Scabs covered the wounds the scourge had torn into his skin.
But Caius wanted to train hard again and get back into the shape he had achieved before the torture. Even though the scars still hurt, as did his muscles from cramping when he fought the pain, he wanted and needed to sweat and exercise again. He was proud to show off his scars in the arena of the Ludus. He noticed that the other gladiators respected him for how he had gotten through that night. That he took the pain like a man, not begging for mercy.
But more importantly, he wanted to be a gladiator. And in order to survive in the arena, he had to be able to endure pain. But above all, he had to be a good fighter. And he knew that in a few weeks he would face the first of the gladiatorial tests, which he would have to pass in order to be allowed to fight in an arena in front of the people of Rome.
That test was called the “Endurance Test of the gladiators”. It has always consisted of a fight between two aspiring gladiators, which was fought with wooden weapons without interruption until both fighters were absolutely exhausted. They carried all their armour with the exception of the Manica. Because the upper body, especially the back, had to remain free to receive countless lashes. Because in addition to the gladiators, two more men entered the arena: the Drivers!
The Drivers each carried a very long braided leather whip with which they could whip the gladiators from several feet away. Because it wasn't the fight with wooden weapons that was crucial for passing the test, but rather enduring fighting for as long as possible and with ever-increasing exhaustion and at the same time increasing pain from weapon hits and whip lashes.
In addition to those long whips the drivers also had two short whips with heavy leather straps bound to their belts.
So while the long whips were intended to drive the gladiators into battle, the short whips were used to whip an exhausted gladiator back to his feet after he went down to the ground!
Usually, the new gladiators were first sent to smaller arenas in smaller towns to gain their first experience with sharp weapons. But since the Colosseum existed in Rome, it absorbed everything. All fights, all gladiators. It devoured men and animals of all kinds. The fights and performances became more and more sophisticated and bloody. The days when performances took place were always divided into the morning- and the afternoon shows. While the gladiators fought in the afternoon and these fights took place according to strict ritual and rules, the morning's events were all characterized by a boundless greed for blood and cries of pain. Bloody fights between condemned men and starving beasts, crucifixions, ever new tortures with which prisoners were cruelly tortured to death.
A large part of the audience also switched between the halves of the day. Many came for the gruesome spectacles that so often ended in death.
In order to fill the arena with performances, the Colosseum also absorbed the Endurance Test of the Gladiators. They took place in the morning. It wasn't enough for the organizers of the performances to show the spectators the sweating athletic torsos of the gladiators fighting each other with wooden weapons. The Endurance Test was staged with drama, blood and the experience of death!
It wasn't a matter of life or death for the gladiators competing, but for prisoners whose fate was arbitrarily linked to the outcome of the fight. The young gladiators were thrown into this dramatic spectacle, not only reaching their physical limits, but also going far beyond them by placing the fate of prisoners on their bare shoulders. In order to satisfy the thirst for blood, the gladiators were allowed to compete against each other with the sica and a small shield instead of wooden weapons. The iron weapons were blunt all the way with the exeption of the tip. Actually the tip of the tip. The tips of both sicas had been sharpened so that they could cause minor wounds and cuts.
The gladiators shouldn't be able to kill each other. But they were to engage in a bloody battle that captivated the audience. The whips of the Drivers hit repeatedly so sharp that bloody welts appeared on the fighter's bare skin. Since the fights could last for a long time, the gladiators collected quite a lot of these cuts and welts amidst the roars and cheers of the spectators. If a gladiator struggeled and went to the ground, the Drivers approached.While one fended off the opponent, the other Driver whipped the prone gladiator to force him back to his feet.
After another month, Caius had recovered well from the torture and was training hard again. He had made good progress in his skills and now moved like a fighter. Nimble and supple, he already skillfully wielded Gladius and Sica, which Sextus didn't miss to notice.
Therefore, the day was approaching when Caius was to enter the arena of the Colosseum for the first time. Life as a gladiator had unpredictable twists and turns for the men every day! Sextus sent Magnus to prepare Caius for this first day in the arena of the Colosseum. A day that would demand everything from him: the Endurance Test of the Gladiators in front of a large crowd!
Sextus and Magnus knew that this experience would simply blow the fresh gladiator Caius away. Physically and mentally he would face challenges the likes of which he had never experienced in his life. And Sextus would make money for the first time with Caius. Not much money but at least Caius was going to earn his food for some days. Unlike before, when the Endurance Test was only carried out in the arena of the Ludus in front of the school's gladiators.
So Magnus, who had also passed his Endurance Test in the Colosseum, prepared Caius by telling him what to expect that day. That he would sweat and bleed and scream, but also that he could get the crowd onto his side. They would admire and cheer for him when he fought well.
But Magnus couldn't prepare Caius for everything. Not for the feelings that would arise in him when he stood in front of the crowd. His head covered by his helmet but bare-chested for the first time. When he would show them his muscles in the blazing sunlight knowing that all they wanted to see is his body getting wounded.
Not for the feeling of receiving an iron weapon for the first time able to inflict bloody wounds to his opponent. Knowing that his opponent has the same weapon in his hand.
And not for all the feelings that awaited him when they threw him into the dramatic spectacle they had been devised around the test.
All of this upset Caius. Even more than the torture he faced back then. Everything would be different that day. Except perhaps the pain they would inflict on him. But he would be competing against an opponent. And all this in front of an uncountable number of spectators. Spectators sitting there where he once had sat looking down into the arena. Now he was about to walk into this arena. Walk on that dusty, blood-drenched, sacred ground. From dark vaults into the blazing sunlight. Through a gate which was to be closed after he passed it. No way out! A place where he had always longed to be. Unattainable for a normal man. Now this dream was to become true. With an iron sica in his hand, almost naked, ready to fight against another man.
Then the time came. Caius was woken up early and had to get dressed to go to the Colosseum. He was already putting on his loincloth and fastening his gladiator belt over it. Then his tunic and sandals. He carried the helmet in a leather bag when he set off with Cossus for the Colosseum. The thoughts in his head were going crazy. They went through a remote entrance into the vaults of the huge structure into the area where everything revolved around gladiatorial combat. There were cages for the gladiators, which looked more like predator cages. And to the place where the armory was located. They passed a forge for weapons and armor parts. Shields stood around. Slaves kept everything going while gladiators were absent at this time of day. Torches illuminated the dark, stuffy vaults. Coarse pavement and damp earth covered the ground.
Cossus handed Caius over to a man named Leo. A former gladiator who now organized the games in the Colosseum, still under his gladiator name. “Welcome to your Test of Endurance, gladiator. Caius is your name? Today you will experience everything that makes you being a gladiator! Take off that tunic. I want to have you look like a Gladiator! Today you will only wear a loincloth, belt and helmet. No Manica. You are only allowed to put on the manica's glove. Plus this round shield and the sica, which we will pick up from the forge next.
You will compete against a young German who accordingly calls himself Germanicus. He hates Romans, you should know. He will make you feel it. He will throw everything into the fight to defeat you. You will only meet immediately before entering the arena. Be worthy to set your bare soles on the sacred ground of the Colosseum's arena. Nowhere else so much blood has been shed like here in this arena. Gladiator's blood. Feel the solemnity when you stand before the people and present your bare chest. Ready to receive the wounds the crowd craves for.
And there will be another reason so that you will give everything to win the fight. On the shoulders of each of you I will place a man's destiny. Two young rebels, Jonas and Silas from Judea, have been sentenced to death by crucifixion. One of them can be pardoned to continue his life as a slave on a galley. Not a life worth living but he will escape the hellish torments of crucifixion. The other rebel will die on the cross in the arena right after your fight.
If you fail, Silas will be crucified. Before your eyes. You will hold him while the crucifixion squad drives the nails through his flesh and bones. Both rebels will look down on you from the cross as you fight. Chained to the cross in the position of thieves as we call it. Only when the battle is decided one rebel will be taken down while the other will be nailed to the wood. So get out of it what it’s worth to you.”
They went to the forge.They could smell the smoke from the forge from afar. Hammer blows could be heard.
“You’re about to meet our blacksmith, Marcellus. He is a truly evil sadist. He found his calling in the Colosseum. Nobody can handle embers and iron like him. Never before have our weapons been so sharp. He loves to give you gladiators his sharpened blades into your hands so that you can slaughter yourselves with them.
He is also an ingenious builder of torture devices. When he pursues his buisness as a torture master in the Arena which is also his pleasure, then he tortures like a blacksmith: with embers and iron. When he looks at you closely while we meet, be sure that he is already imaginating that you are in his hands and he has absolute power over you.
He has good connections, so good that he has already got some men he desired later being transferred to be tortured by him.
Ignore his looks and just think about your fight.”
They entered the stuffy forge in a dark vault. The blacksmith had both sicas ready prepared. The sides were particularly dull while he had sharpened the tips as much as possible with these old, discarded weapons.
Marcellus actually looked at Caius. His gaze stayed on Caius upper body. The scars of the scourging on Caius' chest seemed to trigger something inside him. He watched the scars from the branding that Caius had on his chest and upper arm. Their eyes met now and Marcellus gave him a grin. With a facial expression that hinted at his sadism. Marcellus rose from his stool and approached Caius. He took the sica and placed the blade on the branding scar on Caius' chest.
“Today the iron is cold. Enjoy it.” He let the blade glide flat over Caius' chest. The polished cold iron touching the testicles was especially and indescribably exciting. Marcellus didn't miss the fact that Caius was getting hard under the loincloth as the cold blade slid across his skin. “The weapon excites you? Then you feel right for a gladiator. Today will be the only day in your new life as a gladiator where you can enter the arena without having to fear your own death. The people will allow you this feeling only once. Whenever you enter the arena in the future, death will enter the arena with you. And you will fight with your opponent to see whether you will be able leave the arena alive.”
A shiver ran down Caius' spine as he heard Marcellus' words. Caius had gripped with the left hand his right forearm. Marcellus took the sica from Caius chest and placed the sharp tip of the blade on Caius' left forearm. He started pulling the weapon slowly as he continued to look into Caius' eyes.
Caius tried to bear the pain unfazed. Then Marcellus took up the blood with the blade and smeared it over the wound. He held the blood-smeared blade in front of Caius' eyes: “The people will only accept a blade like this.
Give them what they came for and show them you’re a gladiator!”
With these words he handed over the sica to Caius.
Caius felt that this had been a fateful encounter. Anything in his gut told him that he and Marcellus would meet again. His gaze wanted to capture him!
Leo put his arm around Caius' back and pushed him on. “I see, Marcellusis regarding you as worthy of being wounded by his weapons. But I know that lustful look. He likes you, boy. You know what that means. He will certainly watch your fight right away. To see if your stamina is just as strong as your muscles. If you fight hard and endure pain well you can be sure that Marcellus will get hooked. He will do what he can to give you the chance to prove yourself in “The Forge”.”
Caius couldn't understand the meaning of these words because he didn't know which “forge” Leo was talking about. They moved on.
Then Caius was taken into the large vault, where Germanicus was already waiting at the barred, double-winged gate to the arena. Caius could hear the noise of the spectators from outside. A few steps away, the two rebels were chained with their backs to a bar of a cage. They were of Caius' age. Caius scrutinized their bodies, clad only in loincloths. Shaggy hair, tanned skin, both slim and strong. They wore iron chains with heavy shackles on their wrists behind their backs, which allowed them to keep their hands shoulder-width apart.
He stiffened the moment he saw their masculine bodies and tried to imagine what the day had in store for them. Thinking about the torments of crucifixion deeply aroused him. Watching these men going through their hardest hours, even touching them, grabbing and holding their sweaty arms at the crucial moment of crucifixion: these were thoughts that completely consumed his mind. And still he didn't want to be the one whose failure in battle meant such a painful death for the rebel entrusted to his skills in fighting. All of this done only for the people on the ranks. So that they would be entertained with unbearable tension. Hence the added drama in a simple Gladiator Endurance Test!
“You go ahead of the entourage into the middle of the arena. The crosses are already in position. The fight will take place between the crosses. The drivers will follow you, then the condemned rebels and the guards. As I make the announcement to the people, the two rebels get chained to the cross in the position of thieves. That will happen quickly. Then you will fight!”
Caius looked at Germanicus. He scrutinized his body, trying to assess his strength. Germanicus was strong! Blonde, an extremely well-developed upper body. Calves and thighs that impressed Caius. As if having descended from the pedestal of a statue. Would he be able to stand up to him? He had to! And he wanted to find out!
The guards in the Colosseum, who were also responsible for carrying out the punishments, released the chains of the two rebels from the bar. Trumpets sounded. The gate was opened. They marched off. To the middle of the arena! The gladiators' hearts were pounding! An indescribable feeling to be inside the arena. To feel the sand under the feet, which means so much to every gladiator. They stood in the middle and let the audience examine their bodies. They knew that everyone watching had their eyes on them. Examining every muscle of the gladiators. Watching them being unhurt, without any blood. And then hoping for a thrilling bloody fight. Caius proudly showed his scars from the scourging, which still covered his chest and shoulders.
Then Caius glanced at the crosses on either side of them: they weren't normal crosses like the ones that stood along the roadside in the provinces. These were impressive execution machines that could only exist in the Colosseum. There were two wooden platforms, each resting on four massive wooden wheels. They had been drawn into the arena from both sides through the large gates and now stood facing each other at a distance. The crucified men should be able to watch each other. And of course the fateful battle among the glatiators.
The platforms were so large that all the men involved in the crucifixion could get on . They were so high that a lead pendulum weight attached underneath the wooden planks could raise the crosses with little force. Wide wooden stairs were placed in front of the platform.
“Caius, go to Silas, Germanicus to Jonas! Help the guards getting them up!” They had already brought Silas to the platform. While the guards wore sandals, Caius climbed onto the wooden platform barefoot. He noticed that the planks were soaked with blood and all other human liquids set free when a man is fighting for his life. For hours! Countless men had stepped onto these machines with their crosses! The last thing they felt under their feet before they were fixed to the cross!
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