Angrily, Marcus gritted his teeth as he replied. ‘I am no coward. I would face any danger, no matter how great, for something I believe in. I do not believe you can defeat Rome. Besides, I never knew my father. He was dead before I ever breathed in this world. I will not be the slave of a dead man’s legacy. It is my life, Brixus. Mine. I was raised on a small farm on a Greek island. The man who raised me, the man I loved as a father, was killed in front of my eyes. My mother and I were sold into slavery. That is the story of my life, and I will not rest until my mother is free. That is what I am prepared to fight for, and die for if I must. Only that.’

Brixus looked at him with an understanding expression. ‘Of course, Marcus. I can see that. But that is the boy in you speaking. You have had your childhood taken from you and you want it back. Few people in this camp have even had the chance to enjoy what you have known and lost. That is a monstrous injustice. Perhaps you are too young to grasp that. But you will. That is what it means to be a man. To understand there are more important things in the world than yourself, and your dreams.’

‘It is not a dream!’ Marcus snapped back, his eyes smarting with the effort of fighting back tears. He wished he could explain the pain that tore at his heart every time he thought of his mother. The terrible guilt that ate away at him because he failed to save her. ‘I will free my mother. She is all that is important to me.’

‘Marcus ... We all have mothers. I lost mine when she was sold by my master. I could do nothing to stop it. Do you think I am any different from you? Was my loss any less than yours?’

Marcus’s throat felt too tight to speak. If he tried, he knew his voice would catch and he would choke on a wave of grief and tears. Fortunately, Brixus spoke again, with great sympathy.

‘Marcus, join us and you will be fighting for your mother, and every mother and child who has suffered as you have, and more. Is that so much to ask? That is the only question that matters now.’

He reached over and gently squeezed Marcus’s arm. ‘You are tired. It is best if you rest now that you have eaten and are warm. Stay here by the fire and sleep. We’ll talk again in the morning. I’m sure you will see the truth of my words then.’

Marcus looked at him. ‘And if I don’t?’