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Each he brought down with his first lunge. As the fifteenth bout began the audience was manifestly impatient and restive. But they were not bored. That one Thracian, almost without rest, should successively dispose of fourteen antagonists, in the fullest armor, was a notable feat. The perfect form of Almo's fighting was even more notable.
Outside, in Almo's arms, she was hurried through winding alleys, up narrow stone stairways, to the Palace. At the end of a deep, dark passageway between high walls Lutorius, with some of the Emperor's aides, was waiting for them at a small door. He guided them to where they were eagerly expected.
She was encouraged, felt herself completely an adept, and would take no one's word about anything relating to horses, relying solely on her own judgment. All this would have subjected her to much reprehension had Faltonius Bambilio survived. But he had died just about the time of Almo's disappearance.
Craftily Almo caught it against his shield, just below the upper rim, horribly it grated against the bronze plating of the shield, with the full weight of the mighty swing it buried itself in the sod. The force of his blow carried the assailant with it so that he almost fell face forward on the sward. Before he could recover himself Almo's ready axe swung. Brinnaria saw it flash in the air.
The audience saw him gaze that way. Brinnaria ignored him. Almo and all the world. The victor looked toward the Emperor. Aurelius held out his right hand, thumb out. The lanista removed Almo's helmet. If anyone had doubted his identity the doubt was dispelled among all near enough to make out his face. The victor put one foot on Almo's chest. Almo stretched his neck.
"No danger," she said; "my heart is Almo's as always." "And now, if you have nothing urgent to discuss, I'm off!" "Where to?" asked Lutorius. "I don't care," said Brinnaria, "I don't even want to know. Give the coachman any orders that come into your head, sketch a round-about drive for me. I'm in the humor to have nothing on my mind."
It was also decided that the wedding feast should be at Almo's house, after the wedding-procession, instead of at Vocco's before, as it would have been if she had living parents and was being married from her home.
You maybe sure I shall do all I can to keep safe the precious treasure committed to my charge." "I feel sure you will," said Commodus. AFTER Almo's redemption and his departure for Syria Brinnaria calmed down. Her feverish activity abated and vanished. She ceased to take any interest in the speed of her litter-bearers or of her carriage-teams.
"Oh, I'm glad you came. I haven't been entertained like this since I was made Emperor. Go on!" When she uttered the word Fagutal and told of her visit to the rookery he had another fit of laughter and exhausted himself with mirth. When she narrated the repeated failures of the champions she had suborned and Almo's uniform success, Commodus was in ecstasy. "He's the boy for my money," he cried.
So led by the two little boys, their brother with the white-thorn torch walking before her, she passed through the streets to Almo's house, Nemestronia and Flexinna on either side of Almo, close behind her, Vocco and the other guests following. The people made good the Emperor's prophecy.
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