Casca 9: The Sentinel by Barry Sadler

Author:Barry Sadler [Sadler, Barry]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

Cornelius Pompeianus, praetor of Cyrene, had spent the rest of the day after the mercenaries left preparing for his meeting with the young savage. After his bath, he had his body slaves perfume his body and curl his hair, scenting it delicately with precious oils. The quality of his household slaves had been remarked on often by men of taste. He took great pride in them. All were young males whom he had selected himself and had personally trained in their duties. Men were so much more conscientious than females.

He had learned how to initiate them into his lifestyle by using a variety of techniques, and most had been grateful to him for the new awareness he had brought into their lives. True, there had been a few who were incorrigible, and those had to be disposed of. It would not do to have slaves who had once been close to his person living in another household where they could speak ill of him.

For his wardrobe, he selected a knee-length, loose-flowing tunic of emerald with traces of gold thread woven into the fabric.

Once his toilet was complete, he admired the results in a mirror of rare Persian glass. The results pleased him. He looked, in his eyes, to be noble yet understanding, a soldier who had known battle but had not lost his sensitivity.

He hoped the boy wouldn't be a disappointment, as had been the case too many times in the past. Sighing, he reclined on a couch of Greek fashion in his garden to wait for the golden child to appear. He closed his eyes to let his imagination add spice to the adventure he was planning. He knew that the boy would be grateful to him after he had initiated him into the pleasures that only one man can truly give to another. Not the shallow sweating and grunting of women, who had no true understanding of a man's needs. They were fit only for the rearing of children; after that they served no real purpose.

The Greeks, whom he greatly admired, had proved the value of love between men, even going into battle with their lovers as shield mates. It thrilled him to think of the glory of standing side by side with one you loved in the heat of battle. If his lover fell, he would wreak terrible vengeance upon those who had killed the boy. He would fight like a demon, a man possessed taking vengeance for the beauty the enemy had taken from his life. The beauty and tenderness of the thought brought a single tear to the corner of his eye, which he delicately removed with a silk kerchief.

He called for wine to be brought and spring water with which to cut it. Cloves were set by the tray to freshen the mouth. It wouldn't be much longer. He shivered with anticipated pleasure, recalling the manner in which the cheeks of Hrolvath's butt moved with such firmness when the boy walked, the manner

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