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Regardless of desire Agron held to remain abed in company of Nasir alone, mission against the mines was to be set toward once all to go were prepared. Responsibility of ensuring such state was attained fell to Agron and Nasir as they were both in positions of familiarity and authority within rebel camp.
So for Donar and Gannicus to call on them just as sun greeted day had been as much cause for irritation as it had been expected. Agron had barely given the men opportunity to break words before sending them away with vulgarity Nasir laughed at as he pressed chaste kiss to Agron’s lips before taking leave with Donar. The two had been working together often over past day to prepare camp for the thousands about to join numbers. As both men were to accompany Spartacus on mission, task would be left with others to see to completion and so there was need to give final guidance to those set to task.
For Agron, he would be spending morning with Gannicus, Crixus, and Spartacus ensuring all those making for the mines were of adequate skill, just as those who had parted for the River Calor had been tested. Many who had partaken of previous mission would be going on this one as well, however there were some who were to accompany for holding knowledge of the mines, as Nasir had upon mission of freeing Naevia. It was these rebels who held need of observation and leaders of rebellion were best suited to see task to completion with greatest efficiency.
Qilin was among those being tested and closely observed, though Agron’s witnessing of conversation upon previous night removed chance of being surprised at sight of the slaver joining ranks.
There was near a hundred rebels to attack the mines though only near two dozen were being observed now, the men and women arranged in lines to allow gladiators and experienced warriors set to task of correcting technique ample room to move between them as strikes were called to be demonstrated. They had been training so for entirety of morning, allowing short breaks to take water as rebel leaders discussed next portion of practice before once more taking up weapon to begin anew.
It was following such respite that Nasir and Donar joined those moving among weapons swung to offer aid in correcting technique. Agron walked short distance to where Spartacus stood and gained the Thracian’s attention. Once eyes were upon him in curiosity, the German pointed to where his heart was giving instruction to rebel of how to change angle of strike so as to bear greater force absent requiring more strength expended. When command was given to repeat strike, advice was of use and strike delivered was of greater accuracy. The two gladiators watched carefully as Nasir continued moving through those training with similar success repeated. There were occurrences of the Syrian needing to remain with one rebel to repeat lesson more than once, yet with all that he offered aid, technique saw improvement.
“I find myself curious as to cause for success he finds in task,” Spartacus broke words in hushed tone, ensuring conversation remained between the two.
Agron’s shoulders lifted in shrug of shared uncertainty, “Cause is as likely to be knowledge of unspoken words as it is from years holding position of body slave and need of giving instruction to others within house. Is this not expectation held when you made offer to him of taking up duty?”
Spartacus’ lips lifted in small smile, expression distant for thoughts not known to the German, “Expectation of Nasir holding success in task is for knowing how the boy despises failure.” Agron nodded in acceptance of words; he was as familiar with tenacity of Nasir when the Syrian was set towards success of task. “I also recall days of training him and manner in which repetition of instruction was never required. Perhaps he may find manner in which to replicate such haste of progress.”
Agron’s scoff could not be halted. It was not against skill of others within rebellion but more for his unwavering pride in Nasir’s capabilities and of mind which appeared to forget nothing. Not many could claim such command over memory which was what allowed Nasir advantage.
Spartacus was likely to have understood this for he smiled once more at his brother’s response. “His eyes are keen to detail and he spent much time in company of Oenomaus beyond training. He will be of benefit in position of instruction for those new to rebellion if he so chooses to accept responsibility.”
Agron understood his heart’s mind, “I believe answer has been given. Nasir does not take action absent reason and careful thought. This is likely to be his manner of testing skill for himself.”
“His choice comes at most opportune time for I would have Gannicus assume responsibility beyond training of rebels as he is not well suited to such task. He is brought to distraction with too great of ease.”
“He may remain among us in memory of departed brother, yet he holds no belief in cause. Others to join will see that of him and may be guided by belief. We cannot forget last one among our numbers who could not place loyalty in what we make attempt to accomplish.”
Chadara was grave lesson in leadership of rebellion so as to never see another considered ally fall to treachery.
“He honors Oenomaus in remaining here and will not tarnish memory by failure in standing among us.” Spartacus turned from observation of Nasir and looked to Agron. “We all claim reason to fight Rome and none stand as holding more meaning than the next. You made choice to stand at my side for sake of seeing brother to safety. When Duro fell, you remained with me to claim as many Roman lives as could be taken until you fell to battle as well.” The Thracian gave Nasir another brief look, meaning clear before words were given voice. “I bear witness to quelling of your rage and make assumption your purpose in raising sword against Rome has changed once more.”
As was common for his brother, Spartacus would want Agron to be one to give voice to understanding he was making attempt to reveal. “Even though I did not know him when eyes first laid upon him, I recall sight of fucking collar about his neck. I would give life to see him never again shackled to will of another.”
“Just as he would die before being placed so. Do not forget in your desire to see him safe that he stands as capable as any gladiator to keep such from occurring through strength his own.”
Agron recalled his rise of temper when Spartacus had first asked Nasir to part for Lucania on mission. He had fought for sake of allowing Nasir to remain under protection of camp, yet the Syrian had made choice to be of aid to rebellion. And it had not been his heart alone who had set to purpose: even Crixus had thought it appropriate action to send Nasir as had been done. Even as cause for concern had proven warranted, Nasir had given proof that he did not require another to guarantee safety. He had regained freedom from capture absent true aid from rebel brethren.
Agron held understanding of message Spartacus was making attempt to convey, yet there was naught to be done for instinct Agron held to protect those he held care for. He knew Nasir stood capable yet he would never restrain from action taken to ensure his heart was not taken from life while he drew breath.
Training continued until Spartacus gave order for those parting for the mines to take meal as final preparation for departure. Agron ensured he was not required in other task by the Thracian – who dismissed him with smile indicating he knew the German was anxious to share company with Nasir before mission claimed attention of both men – and sought his heart. Even from position he held affording him view of clearing, with many gathered it was difficult to find Nasir with any manner of ease. Agron had learned in early days of sharing company with Nasir how the smaller man could fall from sight while in crowd, smaller stature and manner of movement learned from life of keeping from notice being used to benefit. Agron only knew some measure of success in finding the Syrian at any moment he so chose for his familiarity with the Syrian’s body and preferences in standing among crowd.
He did not fail now, though he did require many more moments than was usual as clearing was much larger than temple courtyard he had grown accustomed to and many rebels not training had gathered to observe. Nasir was within smaller clutch of gathered warriors and gladiators which included Lugo, Pollux, Lydon, and Saxa. Agron walked in direction of his heart, others parting from his path absent pause as he stood leader and others were attentive to his movements.
As he made approach, he found amusement in realization that Nasir was obviously making attempt to break words with Pollux and Lydon alone but was interrupted often by Lugo as the man interjected boisterous words, usually as interjection to the Syrian. Nasir’s ire was rising and Agron held expectation for his kin to be struck at any moment. Irritation was not aided by Saxa or gladiators as they all appeared content to allow Lugo to continue in endeavor absent contest.
Humor rose as Agron thought there was likely strong desire of many to see Nasir strike Lugo.
As final distance separating Agron from Nasir was removed and the German stood at side of the smaller man, he learned with haste as to subject upon his heart’s mind. He was making request of the other gladiators to instruct him in use of the spear. Lugo was acting as fool in using such request to jest upon the Syrian’s height, for he was one of few courageous – or dull-witted – enough to yet call Nasir “little man”.
Once within distance to do so, Agron reached out to place hand upon the Syrian’s lower back, skin exposed as cloak for travel had not yet been donned. Nasir did naught to acknowledge touch as he was always aware of those around him and Agron stood alone as one who would touch him so, though the German felt as some measure of tension ebbed from the Syrian’s posture.
“We do not deny request. You have never shown favor of learning the spear so it is merely unexpected request,” Pollux was offering explanation. “When offer has been made to learn weapon other than gladius, you have denied.”
“I had not been forced to wield unfamiliar weapon when last approached with offer,” Nasir’s voice bore hints of humor though his words were genuine. In travel between field of battle with Scrofa and camp, Nasir had broken words with Agron of taking up spear and struggling in striking opponents down for his lack of experience. “I would not be forced to knee in battle again for sake of misplaced desire to master single weapon. We have not the leisure of time for such pursuit of skill. It would be of greatest benefit for me to hold familiarity with all weapons common to be taken up in battle against Romans.”
“Little man should practice steel more his size,” Lugo gave interruption with wide smile as he moved beside Agron and laid both hands on the Syrian’s shoulders and shook the smaller man in manner of play. Agron restrained grin of amusement as Nasir’s temper rose once more. “Roman shits remove Syrian head if you use weapon of length.”
“No sooner would my head be claimed than yours for fortune fails those absent wit upon field of battle,” Nasir responded, his words as bite for anger. Lugo laughed in answer and pushed against Nasir’s shoulders, action causing the Syrian to step forward to remain afoot.
Such was all required for patience to reach limit though as Nasir turned in smooth motion following adjustment of weight and he struck with strong strike of shin against Lugo’s muscled thigh as he had been trained. Gladiators and fellow Germans erupted in laughter as Lugo cried out in pain unexpected as he pressed hands to struck flesh in attempt to soothe pain. Nasir did not spare ailing German more attention as he turned to face Pollux and Lydon as though interruption had not been made. “If you are not opposed, I would begin once mines have fallen.”
Lydon laughed once more before extending arm to Nasir. “It would be of greatest pleasure to offer instruction in style we stand most familiar with. We have faced you in sparring enough to hold confidence that you stand capable of learning all we have to offer in instruction.” Nasir reached out and the two clasped forearms in familiar manner, then action was repeated with Pollux. Agron grinned at news he could deliver to Spartacus: the Thracian had been urging Nasir to learn weapons other than gladius since just prior to Glaber’s assault on temple and did not consider the gladius graecus as differing enough to expand Nasir’s skill as was desired.
“You are all for the mines. Take meal and prepare for departure,” Agron broke words to focus his brothers and kin upon what remainder of day was to hold for all of them. They all parted company with brief words until only Nasir remained at Agron’s side. The German placed his arm across Nasir’s shoulders and urged the smaller man to walk in direction of Spartacus and Crixus as they would travel together. “You will stand fierce warrior yet once understanding of the spear is held.”
Nasir laughed in hushed manner as his hand took hold of Agron’s. “You are not fool to hold thought I do not already stand so.” The German gave wide smile as answer before Nasir’s demeanor turned serious. “I may stand as Syrian, yet there is not cause for me to cling to preferred weapon of land I do not know. Perhaps I will bear no skill in wielding weapon, however attempt will be made regardless.”
Pride for his heart swelled within Agron for choice made.
Attack upon the mines was one of strategy and care, similar to that of previous assault of Roman camp. Surrounding sentries were to be removed from concern first by advance line of those skilled in moving with stealth so alert would not be raised. Once all outposts were clear of Romans, rebels would gather once more prior to full assault. They would then make attack upon mines in frontal charge, fighting in manner to draw attention of all Romans into battle, even those within tunnels. Spartacus had broken words with Agron and Gannicus of how great disadvantage was once within confines of tunnels and would prefer to avoid risk.
Nasir had been given instruction to remain with Spartacus and other rebel leaders for many reasons. He would again stand as first to know of defensive strike launched upon rebellion. That stood as reason given, however the Syrian held suspicion of Spartacus encouraging desire of his brothers – Agron and Nasir – to not be parted in battle. Nasir would offer no complaint though as he felt great comfort in knowing he could protect Agron as his heart guarded him.
The other rebel whose place in assault Nasir held curiosity for was Qilin: Spartacus had accepted offer of aid from the slaver and had commanded the man to remain at rear of rebel forces as he was among those less skilled in battle. He would not spend as long engaged in combat with Romans as those leading and so would bear less risk of being struck down for lack of experience. Nasir had known relief at revelation of Qilin’s place in attack; that he no longer held intent or desire to see the slaver fall to the afterlife was not indicative of desire to place trust in the man to stand at his side in battle.
Nasir was awaiting return of remaining rebels who had been sent to kill sentries with his heart and those of greatest skill within rebellion who stood as front line of attacking force. They had been standing in silence for many moments now, tension high in face of coming battle – regardless of lack of concern over outcome as victory was certain with such insufficient Romans opposing them – as all ensured minds were set to purpose.
The Syrian was accustomed to extended shifts of waiting as he stood guard often and so held no difficulty in retaining patience, though Agron was not of like skill. Nasir was reminded of last day Agron was asked to take duty of guard and how his heart had driven even him to distraction in his boredom.
Nasir held certainty Agron was near such state now as the man approached where Nasir was seated against tree allowing mind to wander so as to be better readied for coming need of focus. The German sat down beside him and placed his arm about Nasir’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple. The Syrian reached up with the hand further from the German and took hold of fingers running along sensitive skin of his neck. His other hand rested upon exposed skin of Agron’s thigh which pressed against him. Neither touch held intent of inciting desire, rather to find comfort in contact shared. They did not break words of concern over one another’s safety – had done no such thing since first battle shared against Glaber – but would not allow opportunity to display care held for one another when chance stood they would be parted by claim of death.
“You yet adjust to hair falling in your eyes. Do not allow distraction to force you to lower guard,” Agron’s breaking of silence was not expected.
Nasir allowed gentle smile to cross his expression at concern coming forth under guise of instruction from one more experienced in battle. “I stand no fool, Agron.”
“Such thought never entered mind. However, you did not take much sleep last night and I know of ease in which distraction may be had when you are so deprived.” Agron would be grinning openly with such jest, of this Nasir held certainty of.
Nasir’s elbow was thrust into the German’s stomach, causing the man to bend forward at strike unexpected with light cough to regain interrupted breath. He then laughed at having brought Nasir to ire with such haste.
“You need not prove to me you bear knowledge of strikes; I was among first to give instruction.”
“Just as you well know limitations of my patience and yet you seem incapable of keeping from breaking words to earn being struck.”
“Lugo was forgiven for greater insult. I had thought you able to endure more.”
“He will know fault when next we spar.”
“You have not defeated him yet. Why do you stand so certain now?”
Nasir smiled in sly manner “He is aware of talents I bear command of and is hesitant to face me. I will remind him taking pause in battle brings death.”
“Fucking Syrian,” Agron gave response in hushed voice. “Not all lessons are given with weapon.”
“No, but when opportunity presents in such obvious manner, one would stand fool to allow it passing.”
Nasir felt motion of Agron shaking his head. “And you are no fool.”
The Syrian turned enough to place kiss against his heart’s jaw before Agron turned and rested his forehead against Nasir’s and the pair remained in silence until Spartacus called for their attention. They answered call absent hesitation and Nasir recognized greater ease in preparing mind for fight to come.
Rebel forces moved forward in single wave, following path leading into valley filled to bursting with toiling men, women, and children who were pushed to side by Romans in their haste to defend against assault. They did not move with any haste to distance selves from battle as though it was not understood what was occurring about them. This soon presented difficulty as fight was spreading and rebels would not move to endanger those under shackle whereas Romans would hold no hesitation in using position of slaves to benefit.
After realization that slaves could be used against attacking forces, Spartacus turned to Nasir with instruction, “See them from fight. I would have no other but Roman fall in this place.” Nasir gave no pause to ask why he was set to task as he knew he held greater command over not appearing as threatening figure. Even bloodstained as he was, he could stand as calm figure amidst battle.
He looked about for Agron, the man having moved many paces during battle though he remained absent injury and fought as side of Gannicus and Donar so Nasir felt no hesitation in parting to see Spartacus’ command fulfilled. He returned focus to surrounds as guard approached to strike him down, but stood great enough distance parted that it was of no difficulty to evade swing of gladius intent on removing head and deliver killing blow across exposed neck. He looked at surrounding slaves, intent on finding one who was not as deep within suffering of this place and so would retain greater sense. He held little hope in finding one with ease in exposed light though, as he knew many new to mines were assigned to work caves until fight parted from mind and exhaustion weighed body. He moved further from clutch of fighting rebels, cutting down Romans as they turned attention upon him though most were focused upon larger force and took no notice of single Syrian moving toward watching slaves.
Once nearer to those they were intent upon freeing, Nasir called out in voice bearing authority he knew would garner compliance, “Fall back to tunnels. To remain here is your death.”
Commanding voice gained desired effect as following orders was all those within mines knew. Many turned toward tunnel entrance absent pause and moved to follow command, running to escape risk of those falling to the afterlife about them. Nasir moved toward same destination, holding intent to ensure he was not leading those about to know freedom to their deaths at hands of Romans abandoning posts to join battle. He gained lead of running slaves with ease as they were not capable of great speed for their poor health. He heard steps behind him and he lifted focus held always of his ability to witness words unspoken to ensure it was not opponent and was relieved at learning it to be familiar voice of Lugo and Saxa, their minds echoing with cries of battle. The Syrian felt greater ease in knowing allies were at his side as he made final approach to tunnel entrance.
He pushed aside slaves from his path with urgent yet sensitive touch and stepped within shadow only to react at once to unspoken words of threat, falling to ground as tip of spear was thrust toward his head. Saxa jumped over Nasir’s prone body, knives knocking spear to side before blades repeatedly pierced flesh of Roman guard and he fell to death. More appeared from within shadows and Lugo stepped beyond Nasir as well to allow the Syrian safety in regaining feet beneath him. He was upon feet once more with haste, cutting down guards as they came within reach of his blade as Lugo and Saxa fought at his side, as they had when they had been taken weeks previous, though there stood no doubt as to how this battle would not end in same manner. They would stand victorious and see all enslaved in this place freed and upon path of their own choosing, as he has been.
Sounds of fight or passing of message must have reached guards deeper within mines as many were now coming forth, making it difficult to engage opponent in such enclosed space and Nasir called to the Germans to retreat to beyond tunnel entrance. There also stood chance that more rebels would realize conflict which was rising here and more aid would be given. If notice was not taken by those fighting near, Nasir stood certain Spartacus, Crixus, or Agron could be relied upon to send aid. Even Gannicus was likely to realize unbalanced fight occurring on edge of sight.
The three rebels were well practiced in one another’s manners of fighting – even more so since time spent together upon mission – and they stood capable of remaining in position of defense of the others as they maneuvered fight in manner those unaware would consider retreat. They did not even hold need of avoiding ones enslaved as it appeared more were finding mind enough to move to safe distance just beyond tunnel entrance yet close to mountain walls to remain from notice.
Nasir thrust gladius through gap in armor aside Roman’s chest and stepped behind Saxa in attempt to regain control of breath so as to bear capability of continuing fight. He was not recovered in full from imprisonment and strenuous battle as this had become was taxing his strained body. He reached out and placed hand at Saxa’s back to gain her attention before he broke words in German tongue, “We will be overburdened if aid is not found with haste.”
The woman released boisterous laugh – response given not beyond expectation – as she retreated some steps in manner which guided him back as well as guard approached, giving response in native tongue as well, “Do not speak as though fucking fool! Teach these Roman shits lesson of opposing ones such as us!” With words broken, she charged forward, daggers as a flurry of deathly strikes and Nasir was allowed just a moment to sigh in exasperation of German pride and loss of mind while in midst of bloodshed. So great was her commitment to battle it appeared as though she bore no injury regardless of bruising and soreness yet to fade from shoulder.
Lugo moved before him, following lead of Saxa while giving pause enough to ensure Nasir was prepared to return to battle before allowing too great of distance between them. Nasir took opportunity to turn to other battle taking place many dozens of paces away and hissed his frustration in realizing none insofar had taken notice and were set to offer aid.
“Do not stray from tunnel entrance. Advantage lies with absence of alternative direction to attack us from.” Command was once more called out in language of Germania as the Syrian moved forward to continue his place in fight.
Many more moments passed before Nasir took notice of other rebels at last making approach and he allowed thought of relief as he was reaching limitation of his endurance and would again require moment of rest if he was to continue fight. However, it was in distraction that his carefully honed guard dropped enough for enemy to strike him across cheek with flat of sword, the Roman having not adjusted angle of strike correctly so as to hit with blade, a thing of fortune for Nasir as it was mistake which allowed him to live. Recovery was not swift though and the Syrian was knocked to ground and focus was lost for brief moment of pain. He touched hand to where strike had landed and his fingers came away stained with blood. He dismissed such minor pain as he focused ability on one who had struck him to know of manner of next attack as he returned gaze to opponent who had struck him, preparing his body for motion of evasion when he held notice that such would not be necessary.
Roman guard who had stood his opponent was falling to ground with throat run through from behind by narrow blade.
Behind the man now for the afterlife was Qilin and the slaver had struck killing blow in defense of Nasir. The Syrian moved to stand when his eyes caught movement behind the slaver and he called out warning to the man. Qilin made attempt to pull his sword from where it was still imbedded in guard now dead. Motion was too slow though and Roman thrust tip of spear through Qilin’s stomach just as Nasir came near enough to part head from shoulders in single swing.
The Syrian held desire to return attention to Qilin, yet fight was not finished – though few Romans remained and would soon be defeated – and he could not part attention until threat had passed. The slaver was yet breathing and so not all hope was lost. Nasir could yet treat injury and spare the man’s life with knowledge of healing he held.
Many more moments passed and last remaining Roman’s fell to rebellion blades, promise of Spartacus from many months passed at last being kept.
Nasir gave instruction to Lugo to find and gather clean cloths and water so wounds of injured could be treated. Once the German had moved away, the Syrian turned to seek out where Qilin had fallen, finding him many paces away. Nasir closed distance and kneeled at the slaver’s side, his eyes and hands setting to task of treating wound.
He was skilled enough to know at once Qilin was struck in manner which would not be survived. Though he held no hesitation in pressing hand into wound to staunch flow of blood. The slaver’s body tensed and he gasped in pain at pressure before lifting gaze to rest upon the Syrian.
“Fate is most unkind. I at last come to sense of joining rebel cause and am cut down upon first battle fought,” Qilin’s voice was weakened, though humor was apparent in words broken. The Syrian released strained breath of laughter as his hands were now stained with blood of one considered ally as well as that of Roman enemy.
“Fate is not as cruel as one may believe: you were given opportunity to find sense instead of falling to death absent choice having been made. To fall from life having never known freedom of choosing your own path is one beyond contestation,” Nasir gave response of belief he held deep within which often guided his actions.
Qilin’s eyes remained upon Nasir as though taking in details previously unseen until expression of satisfaction took place upon visage. “I know such words have been previously broken, yet I know desire to say them once more: you were wasted to slavery. To have lived such life and yet stand so close to understanding of one’s heart is gift beyond measure. Spartacus holds treasure in loyalty earned from you, though I would stand surprised if he was absent such knowledge. The man bears intelligence rivaling any Roman and they will learn such lesson with greatest of difficulty for their hubris.”
Nasir remained silent, uncertain as to which words he could break in response to such praise given to both him and one he followed.
“I gave promise to aid in fall of Rome and I shall not fail to see promise to completion.” The man gave proof once more that he stood not the fool as it was apparent he knew he was not to survive wound and would soon fall to the afterlife. “Know that I offer this aid for you, for faults you have allowed me to see within self. I held not the courage to seek out heart’s desire until you sought to claim my life while chained and bloodied. To watch fire burn within one of whom it should have long been taken was the first I had ever seen one truly live and I wished to one day stand as you do: free and full of life beyond what can be claimed by another.”
Nasir felt his cheeks flush and his eyes lowered in humility at praise of what he considered to be somewhat foolish as there had been no hope of succeeding with attempt and he had not been seeking death as he had been upon attempt to kill one beyond his skill. Just as Spartacus had answered in manner unexpected, Qilin had taken action beyond what Nasir had thought him capable of.
Action which had guided the slaver to death as rebellion had done for many others.
Had Nasir not held such deep understanding of path he had chosen in following Spartacus, he may have put to question worth of cause and if cost stood too great in so many lives lost.
Hand clasped onto Nasir’s which pressed upon wound and the Syrian returned gaze to Qilin. The man looked upon him with reverence he had never before held experience of bearing yet the man did not allow him opportunity to lower gaze once more. “I bear final offering for sake of rebel army holding victory over Rome. I have broken words of lands owned and who dwell in such place.”
Nasir realized at the man’s pause he was searching for confirmation of knowledge, “You train those you are to sell.”
“Follow the Calor River beyond where Roman encampment stands and you will come upon my lands and villa. There stands no others within half a day’s travel so it shall not be mistaken. My kin are not expected to return presently if at all. They travelled to lands of greater distance than in past journeys and left business in my hands. See those within my villa to freedom and choice you were given. There stand only two dozen guards to offer opposition and near forty in process of training. Once collars have been removed, tell one called Sanus of what I have done. He has worked at my side for many years and will ensure that all understand they truly hold freedom once more.”
“They would doubt presence of Spartacus and rebel forces?” Nasir held need to clarify. Regardless of his actions following fall of his villa, Nasir had never held doubt of how his life had been forever altered once his master had fallen. While he had questioned truth of holding freedom as weapon was thrust into his hands it had not been of doubt in the man whose name had spread through Rome.
“They have been trained well to hold no thought of betrayal to one who owns them. It will take time and influence for lessons to fade enough so as to allow freedom to be grasped in earnest.”
Such as it had been for Nasir and the Syrian understood at once Qilin’s purpose in relaying instructions as he was. Nasir had been trained well by the slaver’s kin and knew how strong tether had been between he and the one he called dominus. He could offer understanding as few others could.
“Sanus will not be convinced of my actions and desires for them to be freed. He chose to work at my side many years past and has been loyal companion in profession which offers little in such regards. To convince him, you must present my blade. To see it from my side will reveal to him I have fallen and that you know his name will convince him you broke words with me. Give revelation of my meaning to you and I hold doubt he will find argument.”
Qilin was truly doing all within his power to give aid to rebellion. He had made request to join attack upon the mines and now that he was to pass from this world he was ensuring that all he yet stood responsible for were to be set free. They would all be given same choice as Nasir had been presented, though it would be the Syrian to make such offer. Thought filled Nasir with swell of anticipation in opportunity to grant others what he had.
“I will see them to freedom,” he gave promise and Qilin’s body released some tension as though he had feared denial.
“Gratitude. However, I would ask one more favor of you. I ask for you to see me to freedom of this world.”
Nasir’s shoulders tensed in his shock as he could not grasp with his hands, placed over Qilin’s wound as they were. Had there been doubt of Qilin’s meaning in spoken request, unspoken words were strong enough to be witnessed.
Kill me…
“You seek death?” Nasir questioned, his hands hesitant to set to task.
“No, I fucking fear it.” Tremor in the man’s voice allowed no doubt of such, yet eyes burned with certainty that this was what he desired. “I will fall to the afterlife this day and would choose path. You have moved beyond what was done to you by my kin enough that you hold no desire to take my life in balance. However, you have earned right to stand as one responsible for my life and I would give you peace you denied self.”
“I do not seek your blood upon my hands.” Nasir was surprised that words held such truth.
“Blood already flows upon them. I merely ask you to see to final strike.”
Nasir had become a warrior under guidance of gladiators and as such he did not hesitate in taking life of those who stood as threat to him or those he cared for. He had long ago accepted his place in the dealing of death and only struggled in rare moments of weakness shared with Agron alone. Yet this man – this slaver – had brought him pause upon two occasions in what he had become most familiar with and his hand was stayed.
Qilin appeared to have held expectation of Nasir’s thoughts for his hand moved from where he had been grasping the Syrian’s fingers and took hold of knife tucked into Nasir’s belt – weapon always worn as last defense against being disarmed – and drew it in smooth motion belying pain he experienced. He pressed weapon toward Nasir’s hand and fingers took hold in reaction, much as it had been when gladius had first been pushed into freed body slave’s hands with command to reclaim freedom.
“Hesitation does not suit one of such heart and mind as you.”
Nasir’s mind turned to words broken by Spartacus when he had made request for the Syrian to depart on mission which had brought him upon path of Qilin. Path of which had brought him here to this moment of making choice to take life he held no desire to claim. Spartacus’ words had allowed him to see beyond thoughts rising within him which would have delayed progress he was anxious to make as warrior of rebel army. As Qilin recognized first Tiberius, the Syrian could not determine if Nasir would benefit or if Tiberius would take advantage and reclaim some measure of command upon actions.
Fear rose within the Syrian for it was failure to part from ways of slavery which had guided Chadara’s actions.
Qilin must have realized his attempt to urge Nasir’s choice had failed and he broke words once more. “Death was accepted when I voiced question of where Spartacus was to be found. I was able to stand at side of those who rose against slavery using skills gained by their masters. I know as you do I will not survive this wound and have witnessed others fall to similar strike. It is pain I do not wish to endure. Know that your cut will spare me.”
Nasir was not convinced killing ally absent even attempt to save life though he held not great enough skill as medicus to do so and no other within camp held greater training than he.
However, decision was made as Qilin gave voice to manner of death standing as his choice and Nasir could not deny any their right to make choice.
How could he do such a thing when his first choice had been in seeking death by refusing command?
Adjusting grip upon knife so it was held securely, Nasir gave slight nod of acceptance and Qilin’s expression relaxed into one of relief. His mind turned to fight he had forced Qilin to and held thought that when faced with one who stood responsible for life of pain as Qilin did for a Syrian boy, there could only be search for balance.
Though Qilin had earned a thing different and Nasir would see the man given all he had earned. “Gratitude; I would not choose life which did not lead to my heart and the man who holds it.”
Understanding was allowed to be gained before Nasir drove blade of knife through Qilin’s heart.
Nasir’s behavior was not as Agron had expected following victory at the mines. The Syrian moved about tasks required of him in seeing thousands freed to order before leave could be taken to return to camp though mind was apparently not upon actions. He was currently offering direction to those emerging from tunnels – some for the first time in weeks – to gather in groups so as to ease travel they would soon embark upon.
However, Agron recognized strain behind his heart’s expression and demeanor and he found struggle in learning what had caused Nasir discord when all appeared as though success. Mines had been liberated with only nine rebels falling to unprepared Roman guards and perhaps a dozen slaves had been cut down for failure in distancing themselves from battle. Spartacus had given Nasir responsibility of gaining order among such numbers as he stood less imposing figure than any gladiator and was well practiced in directing those under influence of slave mind. He was not alone in task yet was moving between freed slaves with greater haste than any other, even Naevia.
During course of battle, Agron had been unable to remain near to Nasir as attacking soldiers had forced him away with other rebel leaders and the Syrian had been given instruction which brought him further away. Once Nasir had moved away to follow Spartacus’ command, he had fallen from sight until all fighting had ceased and rebels were left to task of releasing all from shackle and collar so departure could be made.
This was moment which allowed the two to be reunited as losses were accounted for. Nasir had accepted Agron’s hasty embrace as show of relief at both having survived. He had even allowed the German to give close inspection of blood running down right cheek. Cut was barely a thing of concern though and merely extended scar already long healed just below eye to span further down Nasir’s cheek. Satisfied that his heart yet remained safe, Agron returned attention to instruction being given by Spartacus to learn of obligation he would stand responsible for in what was certain to be some manner or organization which may not be completed before fall of night. He was proven correct when he was given command to separate those prepared for travel into groups of manageable size for warriors to begin escorting them to camp. Rebel leaders would remain until all were certain to be granted freedom.
Agron had given responsibility of being first to return to camp to Naevia so the woman could arrange others to take position upon path to camp so as to hasten progress. There were indeed thousands who held need to make journey who were not in fair health and knew not where they were going.
It was through his own duty of moving through crowds already given some order by Nasir that he took notice of the Syrian’s reticence. He would voice question to his heart yet knew naught would be revealed absent privacy and so he was left in growing confusion.
It was of great frustration when Crixus questioned his mind once moment between tasks was found. “I find preference of days past when you held no reason to think with your cock.”
Agron did not give voice to response but did release breath sounding as animal growl. He no longer stood at odds with the Gaul yet they would forever make attempt to irritate one another. The man knew Agron did not often think of days prior to knowing Nasir just as Crixus did not think upon days before earning Naevia’s love: such days were those of different men.
Regardless of jest, Crixus was likely to know Agron’s distraction was not for sake of lust.
“I suppose I stand fortunate for there to be such days. You fucking Gauls appear absent ability to part mind from cock if favor of song is indication,” Agron gave retort as Crixus moved to stand at his side, his gaze following Agron’s to land upon Syrian warrior.
“It appears as though Nasir requires more time opposing me for him to once again have strike landed upon face.” When Nasir would spar with Crixus, he always seemed to gain bruising upon face. Agron would not deny he would usually aim for gaps in body’s guard and Spartacus yet held habit of softening blows delivered upon the Syrian.
“Perhaps; he gave no explanation of how strike landed so it was likely distraction he holds no desire to voice revelation of.” Nasir did not easily give admission to failure.
“Then it is not concern over injury which holds your attention upon him. Break words so we can sooner leave this fucking place.”
Agron turned gaze to Crixus with some surprise. For the Gaul to make offer of conversation was not expected, usually leaving such camaraderie to Spartacus. That rebel leader was otherwise occupied made no difference. Crixus returned gaze with steady eyes, demonstrating patience normally only shown to Naevia.
Naevia…
Agron could not restrain wide grin when realization occurred as to true hand acting behind Crixus’ offer of conversation.
“Naevia realized Nasir was not acting as normal and sent you to break words to find cause.” The Gaul’s expression hardened and Agron could not restrain laughter as he was proven correct through reaction alone. “To know you stand so prepared to serve will of woman you hold to heart brings forth such relief.”
“And I yet stand uncertain as to why I accepted request. I would hold preference to break words with the Syrian rather than hold conversation of meaning with a fool German.” Agron could not dismiss grin from expression for Crixus’ continued frustration with situation he had accepted.
“As I know Naevia well enough to understand she will not accept you failing in gaining knowledge as asked, I will offer what is required for you to part company.” Crixus appeared relieved that Agron would not continue to torment situation brought on by love he held for Naevia and therefore her love for Nasir. “His gaze brings forth memory of days following death of ones he considered friend, such as Chadara, Lucius, or Mira. You accounted for all lost: I held thought none who fell were ones Nasir held deep familiarity with.”
Crixus crossed his arms over his chest as he considered those just fallen. “Those lost stood as newer to rebellion and so did not even share many days of training with Nasir. The only one I hold certainty Nasir even broke words with to be Qilin, though I hold no thought Nasir would mourn loss of slaver responsible for his place under Roman hands as we found him.”
Agron, however, knew how Nasir had come to view Qilin in manner differing than when he made attempt to kill the slaver and his gaze was once more drawn to the Syrian moving about crowd of freed men. “Qilin was lost?”
Crixus’ voice revealed confusion at Agron’s attention upon such revelation, “Saxa tells he was run through stomach when he joined fight at tunnel entrance. Wound was beyond what we hold capable to treat and Nasir released him to the afterlife.”
“Nasir killed Qilin?” Agron needed to hear so once more.
“Has your foolish mind lost ability to understand common fucking tongue?” Crixus was becoming frustrated with repetition of conversation. “Qilin asked Nasir to kill him for desire not to suffer death by wounds and he struck him from life.”
Agron held understanding of Nasir’s somber mood for he knew his heart well. Nasir did not hold belief in taking life beyond necessity of war they fought and would certainly not hold favor of striking down ally.
Crixus was not yet satisfied though and pressed question, “Does fall of Qilin bring forth such mood when mere days past Nasir sought to cut him down?”
“You have come to know Nasir well enough now to not hold belief his mind works as ours. He is not guided by the spilling of blood. Once he held understanding of reason for sparing Qilin he lost desire to see him to the afterlife. He was as ally now and Nasir would not take action which would harm strength of rebellion.”
Crixus was not yet convinced, yet Agron could not guess as to reason why. “He may not seek blood and battle as we but he is of the brotherhood and does not falter in claiming life. We have known that since first night we came to know him.”
“You are correct in that he does not allow hesitation to stay hand; he is too wise. However, Nasir knows a thing I hold no understanding of yet remain aware of. He will regret that claiming life of others was necessary. He conceals it well, as he does all things he wishes none to know of, yet some fallen to his blade haunt his sleep. I stand certain Qilin will not part from Nasir’s dreams for many moons.”
“We would weep for a fucking slaver?”
“Not a slaver, but one who stood as ally in cause he would not part from. Qilin held desire to give proof of loyalty and Nasir would acknowledge attempt.”
Crixus released breath of frustration at what was likely to be complicated manner of thinking – Naevia was not so taken by thoughts of those fallen as she held greater lust for blood – as he moved to return to task assigned before breaking words with the German. “Such sympathies are wasted.”
Agron held agreement as he held no regret for any Roman shit he sent to the afterlife, yet he was not subject upon which they broke words. “I offer no argument yet find it of value to recall Nasir’s thoughts upon actions offered the dead.”
Crixus was familiar with such beliefs, “Actions are wasted upon the dead for they stand beyond appreciation of all.” Words were broken with touch of humor as the Gaul appeared to perhaps have gained some understanding of what Agron was making attempt to convey.
“He will not take action for sake of any lost, yet he will never dismiss memory.”
“Ensure he does not allow memory to fail in task given him. He stands alone here in skill enough with numbers and supplies to see all these men and women accounted for until return to camp is complete.”
Agron allowed his own frustration to rise at the Gaul’s insistence to spare his heart no relief though would not deny there was need for Nasir to remain focused. Perhaps the German could be of aid as he had held success in such over past few days which had brought many struggles to Nasir.
He broke words swiftly with Donar to see his own responsibility covered – the man giving expression to indicate he was not ignorant of reason for request – and moved in approach of his heart. As Nasir was engaged in conversation with newly freed slaves, he failed to take notice of Agron until he stood near his back. When he did turn and laid gaze upon the German, he at first appeared uncertain as to why he was now there.
“We have some leisure of time. I would break words while we stand able,” Agron ensured voice allowed no mistake that he made command of Nasir. The Syrian nodded with ease though and followed Agron to place distance between any others so conversation would bear some semblance of privacy while thousands moved about them. They found such separation near tents where men who ran mines prior to this day decided fates of those sent to such damned place. As tents had stood as where men serving Rome had been known to be found, they were avoided now that they stood empty. Agron sat upon chair left at table which held maps of tunnels and requested Nasir approach by reaching hand for the Syrian. Dark eyes looked to extended limb as though making attempt to find motive behind such action. Pause was brief though as he soon reached out with his own hand and fingers interlaced as the smaller man stepped forward so as to position body between Agron’s parted thighs, muscled arms circling about slender hips as Agron’s face pressed into skin just above his abdomen, raised scar of once parted and burned skin rubbing against the German’s cheek. Embrace was returned as Nasir rested his arms across Agron’s shoulders and rested cheek upon the gladiator’s head.
Comfort from such embrace nearly allowed Agron to forget he held intention to break words. Remaining as he was positioned, Agron pressed lips in brief kiss against the Syrian’s stomach, muscles taut from training tensing briefly at such touch. “Crixus gave report of those lost to fight. I held no expectation for Qilin to fall.” Agron was not one to avoid subject, especially when breaking words with Nasir as his heart knew him too well.
“Nor did I. He held skills sufficient in surviving such small battle. I held expectation for him to stand useful in many more battles,” Nasir’s response was given in somber manner, revealing depth of emotion felt by the Syrian for man whom he had made attempt to kill.
Agron would never make claim of holding understanding of how his heart could care for others as he did. Agron could only care for one with such depth and should that one fall he would not endure.
“You stood at his side when he fell?”
“His blade prevented my death yet allowed him to be cut down. Perhaps we should have required more training of him in ensuring weapons were not lost to manner of strikes.”
“We cannot change what has passed. He insisted upon standing with us in destruction of the mines and we could not refuse his desire. Is that what distresses you?”
Nasir drew in deep breath, Agron’s head moving with action, before he placed one hand in short strands of the German’s coarse hair aside where his head rested. “I know you think me not weak for moments when regret is felt for the lives we must take, yet how can strength be claimed when one makes request and I answer with hesitation?”
Agron was silent for a moment as he struggled to understand Nasir’s meaning. “Qilin asked of you to end his life?”
“Wound was beyond my skill of healing and he held no desire to suffer. I would not accept until point was made that request was his choice and so not a thing to bear regret for.”
“The breaking of words is not enough to keep pain of loss from taking hold.”
“Emotion I should not know for fall of Qilin.” Had they not stood embraced so, Agron was certain Nasir’s voice would have risen yet he remained restrained so as to not disrupt position which provided comfort. “He stood as slaver for all but final weeks of life. His kin were ones who took me from Assyria and sold me to Rome.” Nasir again took in deep breath and pressed his face against Agron’s head. “What is it which allows this man to bring me so far from what I have come to know?”
First Qilin had in some manner convinced Nasir to break words of rebel’s location when he had been captured. Then he had taken single action Nasir had requested of him not to do and had revealed to Spartacus truth of imprisonment which kept Nasir, Saxa, and Lugo from return. He had then defied death in Nasir’s sudden inability to strike the man down in battle manipulated into occurrence by the Syrian’s keen mind. Now he brought hesitation to Nasir’s hand once more in asking of the young man to allow him to depart for the afterlife with Nasir’s aid. Qilin had indeed brought Nasir far from the man he had struggled to become.
If not for words broken upon previous night, Agron would have held not thoughts as to what answer may be. However, the slaver had given Nasir knowledge he held belief to be beyond opportunity to learn and it had been offered absent cost. Qilin held no need to reveal he knew of Nasir’s brother’s fate yet he shared tale and truly asked nothing in return. He had not even made request for the Syrian to give word to not make attempt on his life again.
“I see actions taken toward Qilin and rise of emotion now to not stand so opposed to the man I know you to be.” Feeling Nasir draw in breath and holding assumption argument was about to be given, Agron continued absent hesitation, “He gave proof of standing as ally and you would protect any who make choice as you did. He caused many emotions to rise within you upon first meeting and you formed bond with him.”
“I would have rejoiced in bearing witness to his fall until few days past.”
Agron released deep chuckle at truth of words. “You speak as though you have not been told of battles fought between Spartacus and Crixus before they united effort against Batiatus, or did not press me and the fucking Gaul to come to peace despite hatred between our kin.” Agron felt proof of Nasir’s amusement by his lips lifting into small smile where they brushed against the German’s forehead. “Bonds may form between any who stand united in cause. That you feel regret in delivering final strike does not make you weak but gives proof of deep care few among the brotherhood stand capable of.”
Nasir remained silent, his mind working to accept what Agron had told him. The German held no concern of denial for words broken with one another were forever honest. They shared heart and minds did not often differ so Nasir would allow Agron’s thoughts to aid him in moving beyond pain unexpected.
The Syrian’s hands shifted, his right pressing against Agron’s cheek and the German followed motion to lift gaze to meet dark eyes and he knew at once Nasir had come to some peace by the smaller man’s expression. More time would be required for loss to be accepted and for Nasir to gain understanding of why he had been so affected, yet first steps had been taken and his keen mind would find balance once more with haste. Wide grin spread across Agron’s lips at knowing he had managed some success in breaking words with his heart.
Following rise of emotion, he straightened posture as his hands moved up Nasir’s back to grasp shoulders and he used grip to lower Nasir remaining distance so as to press their lips together in kiss of passion, his tongue at once entering the Syrian’s mouth to take in deep taste of the man he loved above all else. Nasir followed lead of the German’s guidance, his head turning so kiss could deepen even further while yet allowing both men to take in breath. Agron’s lust for the man – forever kept just beneath surface while within sight of one another – was easy to rise in wake of battle. With the smaller man pressed to him so, it was difficult to deny his body what he held great desire for. However, they were not in their tent and parted from company of others and much was in need of completion before satisfaction could be had.
With great difficulty, Agron slowed kiss to leisure exploration of Nasir’s mouth, the smaller man following with ease – the Syrian’s years as slave at times used for sex allowed him greater skill in pulling mind from fire of lust than Agron was capable of – until Agron was able to part, though he drew Nasir’s bottom lip between his teeth as final acknowledgement of desire, action causing Nasir’s breath to halt in throat briefly.
Nasir remained in position, body curled slightly to press his forehead to Agron’s for many more moments until the German moved to stand. He did not disrupt contact though and used grip yet across Nasir’s shoulders to lift the smaller man from the ground as he stood to full height, their bodies pressing together pleasantly. After another moment of allowing his desire to abate, Agron relaxed grip and Nasir slid down his body to stand upon ground once more.
Satisfied that Nasir had found some measure of peace, the German moved in direction of tent opening with the Syrian following upon heel. Agron turned toward his heart as he parted cloth concealing the pair from sight, smiling once more as he was allowed vision of the Syrian passing fingers through his shortened hair and releasing heavy breath, carry of his shoulders revealing continued need of dismissing passion. As he walked past Agron, the German placed his arm across shoulders so as to continue to hold his heart near as they moved in direction of gathering freed men.
“I must break words with Spartacus as soon as mines are cleared. Qilin revealed location of lands where he trained those to be sold to slavery. I would see them all freed and given choice of joining rebellion as Qilin and I.”
Agron touched lips briefly to Nasir’s temple before voicing response to take position at his heart’s side despite not being asked, “You and I know our next strike then. For you know as I Spartacus will give no pause in seeing more freed from Rome.”
Nasir gave small smile to Agron’s claim. “The man is to be relied upon for taking action which sees more parted from collar. Perhaps I should place focus upon whose blades I would have join us for two may not be enough.”
“You lack faith in what we stand capable of when at each other’s side.”
“And such words are as insult to me. I hold greatest trust in you at my side, yet I hold intelligence enough to favor caution when taking up sword.”
Agron released heavy sigh, though it was jest and Nasir knew as much. “Your caution spoils plot to secret away with you for days absent interruption by Spartacus and my fucking place in his war.”
Nasir’s answer – though likely to have been one of jest or continued frustration with the German – was interrupted by Naevia calling to the smaller man to return him to task. The Syrian called back acknowledgement to the woman before rising up enough to kiss Agron’s lips before pulling from embracing arm. “Await day in which we hold victory over Rome and we will commit as many days as you desire.”
As Nasir had not taken many steps from Agron’s side, words were broken in hushed tone which brought the German’s lust to rise once more from intimate and inviting manner of speaking, a thing likely to have been done with such purpose as intent. The Syrian knew well how to speak so as to bring any emotion within Agron to rise.
Once more Nasir held success in jests between the pair and Agron called out his loss in familiar response: “Fucking Syrian!”
Agron observed his heart as Nasir settled into task required of him with ease, his hands set to purpose ensuring precision. The Syrian had held such expectation of himself which rose even beyond Agron’s – and the German placed no limits on what he believed Nasir to stand capable of – and had nearly fallen to despair for it. Yet he was already looking toward future, not of rebellion but of days spent with Agron absent blood spilled by their blades. While the German could not envision such path for his life as he had held blade since childhood, he could hold certainty that he would desire remaining at Nasir’s side until his final breath.
He would fight for such a day as to allow Nasir days spent in peace his kind heart yearned for.
Agron knew his purpose and would continue to stand with Nasir as the younger man found his.