The coliseum loomed large in front of Galen Claymore. He was easily half an hour early for shift change, but he didn't care much. Being early meant he would have the opportunity to talk with Gemm and Corwin. It also made up slightly for Artemis, who would surely be late again. He and Artemis were night security at the coliseum.
Galen liked to get in early and converse with Gemm. Corwin on the other hand he could live without; the man was contrary. If Galen said the sun was setting Corwin would argue the point all the while his nose in the air as though trying to look down on Galen. He wasn't sure why Corwin tried he was a good six inches taller than the man.
Gemm would be full of information; he always told Galen if new gladiators showed up. He would describe them quite accurately and give his opinion as to their prowess in battle. Corwin would be negative of course, but Gemm had the enthusiasm of youth, and Galen enjoyed those conversations. Galen was certain today would be no different.
He was not disappointed, although today Corwin and Gemm seemed to be having a snicker-fest. Galen approached cheerily, the drab green sport coat coming off and going to the back of a chair. "You boys seem chipper this eve. C"mon, give over the story." He said with a chuckle.
Gemm came out of it first, "you missed it Galen. We just saw what had to be the oldest gladiator we've ever seen pass through here." He said with a guffaw.
Corwin took up the tale. "Aye, though he didn't put gladiator on the list' Corwin held it out to Galen. "He wrote in Blacksmith under his fighting name." Now Corwin broke into fits of laughter.
Gemm having regained himself continued. "Oh he was strong enough, easily an axe handle wide at the shoulder, but too old for this kind of work in my opinion. Have you ever heard the like" A blacksmith in the fighting arena?" Gemm lost his control.
Galen took the roster and glanced at the last name written there. Clearly it said blacksmith, and just as clearly the name Aristotle Kruger Allen. Galen sat awkwardly as his legs refused to support him.
Gemm looked at him with concern "you okay Galen" You look as though someone stepped over your grave."
Galen waved him off as he approached. "I'm all right boy, but I don't find this near as funny as you." Galen leaned forward and stared the laughter out of both men. "It just so happens I have heard of such a thing, though it has been years since this one has come around here." He said holding up the clipboard and pointing to the name. "You two just witnessed a legend, one of the greatest champions the coliseum ever knew."
Corwin snorted. "Right! And his record is better than Shalandar's too right?"
Galen shook his head gravely. "Not better no, but he did fight Shalandar to a draw. The two men might still have been fighting today if the ruling council hadn't called the match."
Gemm gasped, even today one rarely mentioned Shalandar the way Corwin just had. He hadn't missed the finger curling to ward of evil that Corwin added as he said it either. Gemm was more concerned for Galen though; no one ever called the assassin something mundane as a simple man, let alone mouth something as impossible as Shalandar not defeating an opponent. Gemm looked around nervously, maybe no one else had heard.
"You don't believe me. I understand your hesitation, but it is all in the archives. The blacksmith took the title nearly as many times as Shalandar did. It is also very conspicuous that the two never faced one another again after that first meeting. There was some talk about fixing the roster to prevent it." Galen was about to continue when Corwin broke in.
"How do you know all this Galen" It seems unbelievable to me; it sounds like your just trying to impress the kid over there." Corwin said in a smug drawl.
"So I'm just telling stories am I?" Galen's voice grew heated. "Tell me Corwin, did the man have the brand on his left cheek?"
Corwin nodded, "aye, no different from any other brand I've seen."
Galen stood angrily "Really Corwin" How many brands have you seen that were on the fighter's face?" Corwin shifted nervously, and he remained very quiet. "That's what I thought, none. To my knowledge gentleman it was only done once." Galen sat back down, controlling the anger that had come from nowhere. "Story goes like this; the blacksmith was fighting as a volunteer. He said it kept his reflexes up, and showcased his merchandise. He had drawn a fight against a slave. The slave was favored to win the fight, so his master bet heavily on the fight. The blacksmith gave him a drubbing; he wiped the arena floor clean with the slave. You trust me boys he was that good. The slave's owner believed his slave had purposely lost in order to ruin him. When the blacksmith stood over the fallen slave, the man's owner convinced the ruling council to give a thumbs down. The blacksmith refused to kill the man. <I'll not kill a good fighter to suit a slaver's whim.> he said. The ruling council became enraged, they sentenced him to fulfill the last two years of the fallen gladiators time. The slave master wanted everyone to know of the blacksmith's disgrace, so instead of branding the man's shoulder, he had him branded on the cheek, just below the eye."
Gemm was looking on wide eyed, he seemed full of questions, but Galen continued his telling. "The ruling council, having passed sentence were forced by tradition to see it carried out. Before they left though, the blacksmith shouted out that if he were fulfilling the contract then the other man must now be free. What could the ruling council do but concede" Two men could not serve the same sentence for the same crime. At there acknowledgement, he announced that he would accept their ruling, but he looked to the former slave; this is what he said <as I serve your sentence, so to will you serve mine. My family must be supported, my business must not fail. Succeed and you will live, go now report to my forge; tell them there what has passed. They dragged him away before he could say more. They say though that the brand was a badge of honor to the slaves who looked upon it." Galen sighed; he opened his water skin, and took a drink to relieve his parched throat.
Gemm sat slowly. "What happened after Galen?"
Corwin rolled his eyes in disbelief. "You actually are buying this crap?"
Galen's gaze took in both men. "For two years I served at the forge of a man who bought my freedom by giving up his own. Whatever needed doing for his business or his family I did without complaint, until the day Kruger came home. You two say he is too old for this, and that may be. I say judge not what he will endure to succeed. I guarantee that after he learns the new rules in this place, folks will be hard pressed to stop one blacksmith." Galen stopped as a shadow fell over him. He looked up into the gaze of Kruger. "I never got to say thank you for my freedom." The man nodded once then walked on without a word.
Galen looked back to Gemm, ignoring Corwin. I know where my money is being bet though."
Galen liked to get in early and converse with Gemm. Corwin on the other hand he could live without; the man was contrary. If Galen said the sun was setting Corwin would argue the point all the while his nose in the air as though trying to look down on Galen. He wasn't sure why Corwin tried he was a good six inches taller than the man.
Gemm would be full of information; he always told Galen if new gladiators showed up. He would describe them quite accurately and give his opinion as to their prowess in battle. Corwin would be negative of course, but Gemm had the enthusiasm of youth, and Galen enjoyed those conversations. Galen was certain today would be no different.
He was not disappointed, although today Corwin and Gemm seemed to be having a snicker-fest. Galen approached cheerily, the drab green sport coat coming off and going to the back of a chair. "You boys seem chipper this eve. C"mon, give over the story." He said with a chuckle.
Gemm came out of it first, "you missed it Galen. We just saw what had to be the oldest gladiator we've ever seen pass through here." He said with a guffaw.
Corwin took up the tale. "Aye, though he didn't put gladiator on the list' Corwin held it out to Galen. "He wrote in Blacksmith under his fighting name." Now Corwin broke into fits of laughter.
Gemm having regained himself continued. "Oh he was strong enough, easily an axe handle wide at the shoulder, but too old for this kind of work in my opinion. Have you ever heard the like" A blacksmith in the fighting arena?" Gemm lost his control.
Galen took the roster and glanced at the last name written there. Clearly it said blacksmith, and just as clearly the name Aristotle Kruger Allen. Galen sat awkwardly as his legs refused to support him.
Gemm looked at him with concern "you okay Galen" You look as though someone stepped over your grave."
Galen waved him off as he approached. "I'm all right boy, but I don't find this near as funny as you." Galen leaned forward and stared the laughter out of both men. "It just so happens I have heard of such a thing, though it has been years since this one has come around here." He said holding up the clipboard and pointing to the name. "You two just witnessed a legend, one of the greatest champions the coliseum ever knew."
Corwin snorted. "Right! And his record is better than Shalandar's too right?"
Galen shook his head gravely. "Not better no, but he did fight Shalandar to a draw. The two men might still have been fighting today if the ruling council hadn't called the match."
Gemm gasped, even today one rarely mentioned Shalandar the way Corwin just had. He hadn't missed the finger curling to ward of evil that Corwin added as he said it either. Gemm was more concerned for Galen though; no one ever called the assassin something mundane as a simple man, let alone mouth something as impossible as Shalandar not defeating an opponent. Gemm looked around nervously, maybe no one else had heard.
"You don't believe me. I understand your hesitation, but it is all in the archives. The blacksmith took the title nearly as many times as Shalandar did. It is also very conspicuous that the two never faced one another again after that first meeting. There was some talk about fixing the roster to prevent it." Galen was about to continue when Corwin broke in.
"How do you know all this Galen" It seems unbelievable to me; it sounds like your just trying to impress the kid over there." Corwin said in a smug drawl.
"So I'm just telling stories am I?" Galen's voice grew heated. "Tell me Corwin, did the man have the brand on his left cheek?"
Corwin nodded, "aye, no different from any other brand I've seen."
Galen stood angrily "Really Corwin" How many brands have you seen that were on the fighter's face?" Corwin shifted nervously, and he remained very quiet. "That's what I thought, none. To my knowledge gentleman it was only done once." Galen sat back down, controlling the anger that had come from nowhere. "Story goes like this; the blacksmith was fighting as a volunteer. He said it kept his reflexes up, and showcased his merchandise. He had drawn a fight against a slave. The slave was favored to win the fight, so his master bet heavily on the fight. The blacksmith gave him a drubbing; he wiped the arena floor clean with the slave. You trust me boys he was that good. The slave's owner believed his slave had purposely lost in order to ruin him. When the blacksmith stood over the fallen slave, the man's owner convinced the ruling council to give a thumbs down. The blacksmith refused to kill the man. <I'll not kill a good fighter to suit a slaver's whim.> he said. The ruling council became enraged, they sentenced him to fulfill the last two years of the fallen gladiators time. The slave master wanted everyone to know of the blacksmith's disgrace, so instead of branding the man's shoulder, he had him branded on the cheek, just below the eye."
Gemm was looking on wide eyed, he seemed full of questions, but Galen continued his telling. "The ruling council, having passed sentence were forced by tradition to see it carried out. Before they left though, the blacksmith shouted out that if he were fulfilling the contract then the other man must now be free. What could the ruling council do but concede" Two men could not serve the same sentence for the same crime. At there acknowledgement, he announced that he would accept their ruling, but he looked to the former slave; this is what he said <as I serve your sentence, so to will you serve mine. My family must be supported, my business must not fail. Succeed and you will live, go now report to my forge; tell them there what has passed. They dragged him away before he could say more. They say though that the brand was a badge of honor to the slaves who looked upon it." Galen sighed; he opened his water skin, and took a drink to relieve his parched throat.
Gemm sat slowly. "What happened after Galen?"
Corwin rolled his eyes in disbelief. "You actually are buying this crap?"
Galen's gaze took in both men. "For two years I served at the forge of a man who bought my freedom by giving up his own. Whatever needed doing for his business or his family I did without complaint, until the day Kruger came home. You two say he is too old for this, and that may be. I say judge not what he will endure to succeed. I guarantee that after he learns the new rules in this place, folks will be hard pressed to stop one blacksmith." Galen stopped as a shadow fell over him. He looked up into the gaze of Kruger. "I never got to say thank you for my freedom." The man nodded once then walked on without a word.
Galen looked back to Gemm, ignoring Corwin. I know where my money is being bet though."