Free The Gladiator by Simon Scarrow

His tone hardened. ‘Beginning with you two. Now, get off those horses and hand them over. The horses and anything else of value you have on you.’
    ‘What?’ Sempronius stiffened in his saddle. ‘How dare you?’
    As the man had been speaking, Cato was aware of movement either side of the road, and now he could see several figures closing in around them. His fingers tightened around the handle ofhis sword as he spoke quietly. ‘Sir, we’re in trouble. Draw your sword.’
    ‘Trouble?’ Sempronius looked round and froze as he saw men emerging from the shadows, each one holding a club, or pitchfork, and all as ragged as the first man.There was a swift clatter as the two Romans snatched out their swords and held them ready.
    ‘Now then, don’t push your luck, gentlemen,’ the man said evenly. ‘No sense in anyone getting hurt. There’s far more of us than you. You put up any fight and I swear I’ll gut you both. So, nice and easy like, throw your swords away and get off those horses.’
    Cato’s heart was pounding and there was the familiar icy tingle on the back of his neck that came before a fight. He gritted his teeth and growled, ‘Since you’ve been good enough to play fair by us, I’ll give you one warning. Get out of our way.’
    There was a moment of stillness as the two Romans stared intently at the men surrounding them, then someone roared:
    ‘Get ‘em, lads!’
    The shadows raced towards the horsemen. Cato kicked his heels in. ‘Ride, sir!’
    Sempronius urged his mount forwards, but he was an instant slower to react than Cato, and before his horse had gone ten feet the man had snatched at the reins, while others rushed in from the side.
    ‘Cato! Help!’
    Cato twisted round in his saddle and saw the senator slashing wildly with his short sword at the figures flitting around him.
    ‘Shit!’ Cato hissed, and savagely wrenched the reins as he swerved his mount round. With his sword arm tensed he charged back into the loose melee about Sempronius. The horse let out a snort as it barged into the man holding the reins, and Cato slashed out with his sword in a wide arc, forcing the other men back. Then he gripped tight with his thighs as he swung across to the other side and hacked down at the hands still grasping the reins of Sempronius’s horse. The blade thudded down, cutting flesh and shattering bone, and a shrill scream tore out ofthe man’s lungs as he fell back staring in horror at his nearly severed hand. Cato leaned forward and snatched up the reins before pressing them towards the senator. ‘Here!’
    ‘Roman bastard!’ a voice cried out, and Cato looked roundjust in time to see a man charging him with a pitchfork clutched in both hands. He snatched his sword blade back and chopped at the oncoming prongs. There was a sharp ring as metal met metal and Cato’s blow knocked the prongs down, away from his chest. An instant later he felt a blow, like a punch, in his thigh, and there was a whinny from the horse as the other prong stuck into its side. Cato gasped, then snarled as he drew his arm back and slammed the tip of the blade deep into the man’s chest,just below his neck.The attacker collapsed with a grunt, releasing his grip on the shaft of the pitchfork as he slumped to the ground. For a moment the shaft sagged, tearing at the flesh of man and horse, before Cato knocked it free with his sword.Then he glanced round, and saw that the two men he had put down had shaken the rest of the attackers.
    ‘Go, sir!’ he shouted at Sempronius.
    This time he waited until the senator’s mount had cleared the loose ring ofmen before he slapped the side ofhis blade into his own horse’s rump and galloped after Sempronius. He heard a grunt, and another pitchfork narrowly flicked past his left side before dropping out of view. He ducked low, clenching his fist around the sword handle to ensure he did not drop it as they rode down the road to Gortyna. Behind them the attackers howled with rage