Retribution by Dean Henegar

Author:Dean Henegar [Henegar, Dean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781091101647
Google: r5ldxQEACAAJ
Publisher: Independently published
Published: 2019-04-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Dawn broke with clear skies and a cool morning I knew would eventually turn into another sweltering, desert day. I had the men up early and Galba had the guards set out some food for our breakfast. I had requested a light meal as well as something we could take with us today. Due to the number for forces involved, I wanted the troops to have something on them to eat and keep up their energy. The men each had a waterskin issued, but I wondered if it would be enough to get them through a day of battle.

“Galba, is there any way we can get some extra waterskins for the men? I’m worried the heat will take some out unless we can keep them hydrated.”

“We don’t have any time to get more. It’s something you should have thought of yesterday,” Galba said in an accusatory manner.

“You’re right, I overlooked that yesterday. Any other options you can think of?” I asked. It was my fault and a stupid oversight I shouldn’t have missed. Galba looked about the camp for a bit, trying to think of a solution.

“I will make sure we bring some water in the wagons loaded with the gear this morning, that way you can have the men drink up and refill the skins right before battle. I’ll also loan you whatever extra skins we have here in camp, which should give you a dozen or so extra ones to bring,” Galba offered.

“Thanks, Galba. It was my mistake, but your solution just might keep a few more of us alive today.”

The men finished up their meals and began to form up for the march to the arena. Galba and the guards passed out the weapons and gear to the men, using the same old, poor-quality items that they had been practicing with yesterday. There were still spies from the other participant teams lurking about our camp and I wanted to project weakness until the last possible minute. The only new gear we were showing was a fresh set of Imperium red tunics . . . unfortunately marked with the insulting “Ignominia” written across them. The system was reminding us that though we looked and fought like soldiers, the Imperium still considered us dishonored and expendable trash.

“Ah, look at the brave companions, ready to battle for their honor. The sight would make any man emotional,” Septimus said while wiping a pretend tear away from his cheek. The man was slime, and his patronizing comments were becoming old. We couldn’t be out from under his power soon enough as far as I was concerned.

“Now, it’s time for you to toddle off and fight. Galba and the guards will escort you and your wagon to the arena now. Fight well and win me lots of coin . . . oh, and you’ll also take another step toward your freedom,” Septimus said with a wave. I ignored the comment, focused on the task at hand while our lanista walked toward the

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