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Authors: Stevie Woods
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Right, breakfast and dinner presumably in our respective halls, but I guess lunch would be served out here in the arena. I would just have to hope I could get to Liander then.
The group I was with was going to be taught how to use a pilum. It was a similar to a javelin in design, except the shaft was not round but square and thicker. It was made from a solid piece of metal with one end sharpened to a lethal point and the weapon was heavier than a spear. However, the training version was made from a solid piece of wood. Our Guide, Longin, explained that beside the obvious uses as a throwing weapon and a stabbing spear, it was also an extremely effective staff. He demonstrated how to thrust with it the way one would a spear, but advised us not to throw it unless the fight was otherwise lost. Rather apparent really, but then I noticed the expressions on the faces of one or two of the others and realized they had been considering doing just that.
Longin then demonstrated some moves using it as a staff. I had some experience with such a device and the moves were similar. I didn't think there was much I could learn about this particular use of the weapon, so I took the opportunity to check on what Liander's group was doing. From what I could see, I guessed they were being taught wrestling. Something else I didn't think either Liander or I needed many lessons in, unless, of course, the rules here were much different. In fact, now I come to think of it, did they have any rules? That one would bear investigation.
It wasn't much later when the lunchtime meal was wheeled in on a large cart pushed by four women. The guard accompanying them hit a square of metal attached to the wagon with his stick and a dull twang sounded throughout the arena. The Guides stopped their lectures, and our guard pointed us in the direction of the wagon. After a long, tiring morning in the hot sun, I was hungry and marched over there without a second thought.
There was a cauldron containing a thick broth of meat and vegetables. A huge pile of dark bread, which proved to have a nutty flavor, covered a platter. Two huge bowls were filled with a variety of fruit, one of which was round, orange in color, but surprisingly crisp and tart. Another was also round, but larger, its color a mixture of red and orange, its texture harder, but with a flavor both sweet and light. A third was a long, thin green fruit with a heavy, soft texture that almost melted in the mouth. Some of these tasty fruits would have been very welcome back home.
Last, but not least, there was another bowl filled with a thick paste. I had no idea what to do with, until Liander walked up and without further ado stuck a finger in and tasted the contents. At first, I was just delighted he was there and no one was pulling him away from me, then my eyes bugged as I watched him pull his finger out of his mouth and lick off the remains of the stuff. I hoped no one could hear the pounding of my heart as my imagination conjured up the image of him doing that to my cock. Oh, Lords of Creation, I had to stop these fantasies. I enjoyed them way too much for safety in my present circumstances. He looked at me and, with a flash of realization of what he was doing, blushed for second before dropping his eyes.
"Well, then," I asked, grateful my voice sounded normal, "what does it taste like?"
"It's a bit like a soft cheese, but with a lingering sharp tang. Pretty refreshing." He took a spoon and put a dollop on his plate and another spoonful on mine. "Let's take our food and sit and talk. It might be the only chance we get to do so."
"With pleasure," I said. From his grin, I saw he knew I meant it.
We sat with our backs to the wall near the rear gate. Other large or small groups of prisoners made themselves comfortable around the food wagon and near the back wall, but Liander and I were pretty much on our own.
"You're keeping that bastard Fortil off balance, I gather," I said with a grin.
"Yeah, he was
The group I was with was going to be taught how to use a pilum. It was a similar to a javelin in design, except the shaft was not round but square and thicker. It was made from a solid piece of metal with one end sharpened to a lethal point and the weapon was heavier than a spear. However, the training version was made from a solid piece of wood. Our Guide, Longin, explained that beside the obvious uses as a throwing weapon and a stabbing spear, it was also an extremely effective staff. He demonstrated how to thrust with it the way one would a spear, but advised us not to throw it unless the fight was otherwise lost. Rather apparent really, but then I noticed the expressions on the faces of one or two of the others and realized they had been considering doing just that.
Longin then demonstrated some moves using it as a staff. I had some experience with such a device and the moves were similar. I didn't think there was much I could learn about this particular use of the weapon, so I took the opportunity to check on what Liander's group was doing. From what I could see, I guessed they were being taught wrestling. Something else I didn't think either Liander or I needed many lessons in, unless, of course, the rules here were much different. In fact, now I come to think of it, did they have any rules? That one would bear investigation.
It wasn't much later when the lunchtime meal was wheeled in on a large cart pushed by four women. The guard accompanying them hit a square of metal attached to the wagon with his stick and a dull twang sounded throughout the arena. The Guides stopped their lectures, and our guard pointed us in the direction of the wagon. After a long, tiring morning in the hot sun, I was hungry and marched over there without a second thought.
There was a cauldron containing a thick broth of meat and vegetables. A huge pile of dark bread, which proved to have a nutty flavor, covered a platter. Two huge bowls were filled with a variety of fruit, one of which was round, orange in color, but surprisingly crisp and tart. Another was also round, but larger, its color a mixture of red and orange, its texture harder, but with a flavor both sweet and light. A third was a long, thin green fruit with a heavy, soft texture that almost melted in the mouth. Some of these tasty fruits would have been very welcome back home.
Last, but not least, there was another bowl filled with a thick paste. I had no idea what to do with, until Liander walked up and without further ado stuck a finger in and tasted the contents. At first, I was just delighted he was there and no one was pulling him away from me, then my eyes bugged as I watched him pull his finger out of his mouth and lick off the remains of the stuff. I hoped no one could hear the pounding of my heart as my imagination conjured up the image of him doing that to my cock. Oh, Lords of Creation, I had to stop these fantasies. I enjoyed them way too much for safety in my present circumstances. He looked at me and, with a flash of realization of what he was doing, blushed for second before dropping his eyes.
"Well, then," I asked, grateful my voice sounded normal, "what does it taste like?"
"It's a bit like a soft cheese, but with a lingering sharp tang. Pretty refreshing." He took a spoon and put a dollop on his plate and another spoonful on mine. "Let's take our food and sit and talk. It might be the only chance we get to do so."
"With pleasure," I said. From his grin, I saw he knew I meant it.
We sat with our backs to the wall near the rear gate. Other large or small groups of prisoners made themselves comfortable around the food wagon and near the back wall, but Liander and I were pretty much on our own.
"You're keeping that bastard Fortil off balance, I gather," I said with a grin.
"Yeah, he was
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