By Cynthia Morrison
The Gladiatrice finally won freedom from the arena. But her Roman lover could not share in her joyous news. “Forget this poor blacksmith. Go live the Freedom you have won. I never told you I would go too”. She grabbed the dagger in her boot that he forged her. As he lie in the increasing puddle of blood she explained “Placement of the dagger shall let you live. You bleed Rome’s murderous methods. Now carry my scars just as I shall carry the hidden scars of you back to Greece” She wiped the dagger clean upon his Tunic and left.