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After Horatio was gone, Valerius then stepped toward the guards. “Perhaps we can arrange a deal. For enough money, you might forget you ever found this boy, or saw me here.”
    The guards blinked at one another as if they were considering his offer. Not that I had much choice in the matter, but I was considering my options too. Sal was at the mines. But then, so was Livia.
    One of the guards finally brushed the senator’s hand aside. “We’ll return this boy for his punishment, or else we’re the ones to receive it. You can negotiate for him back at the mines.”
    “Very well.” Senator Valerius leaned down to me and whispered, “I am your friend, but do not trust that anyone else in Rome will feel the same way. I will try to get to the mines before dark. Until then, understand that the mark on your back is no scratch. It doesn’t matter how you got it, only that there are people who will kill you if they see it.”
    Despite the rudeness of looking directly at him, my eyes met his. “Why?” I asked. “What’s there?”
    But there was no time for him to answer, for the guards grabbed my arms and pulled me into the wagon. The last thing I saw before we rounded a corner was his son, Crispus, who merely shrugged apologetically at me. Maybe because of Horatio’s rude behavior. Or more likely, because he knew his father had just attempted to buy me in order to save my life. And failed.

A s we rode back to the mines, the guards joked at the various punishments Sal might give me for running, but I hoped they were only jokes. Sal knew the truth about how I had come to be so far away. Less certain was whether the truth mattered to Sal.
    Once we arrived, the guards shouted out for Sal to come, that they had found me. I heard my name being called like an echo around camp, and within minutes, I heard Livia’s voice behind me. I squirmed around until I saw her.
    Livia looked like a younger version of our mother, which made it hard to look at her on the days I missed our mother the most. Livia was tall for her age with gentle features and kind eyes. She had a round face with curly golden hair that she usually bunched up in a knot at the base of her neck so it didn’t get in the way of her duties. Just as my mother had done. Despite the hard work and worries of a life in the mines, Livia was uncommonly pretty. I supposed that was its own sort of curse, because it drew Sal’s attention to her, something she hated almost as much as I did.
    Tears were running down Livia’s face and they only increased when she saw me. I hated seeing her so upset and wished she could’ve hidden her feelings better. Because unless we escaped, I would die in the mines anyway, and when I did, my last thought would now be the picture of what that would do to my sister.
    Sal came from the other direction and the guards pushed me out of the wagon and then set me on my knees. I immediately noticed that Sal was limping and his cheek was badly bruised. I wondered if those injuries had come from Radulf after Sal lost me in Caesar’s cavern.
    Sal greeted me with a kick directly to my gut. I had expected something like that and, frankly, was glad he didn’t do worse. I took the kick with my eyes down and tried to recover my breath without falling over. The bulla was as heavy as it had been when I tried to run with it inside the cave, far heavier than gold should be. If I was going to take a beating for the bulla, then I figured that confirmed my right to keep it. So when I sat up, I angled my body to hide it better from him.
    Livia was closer to me now. I only saw the edge of her skirt, but her cries rang in my ears. I tried telling her to leave but still didn’t have enough breath for words. All I had to do was explain myself. Things would return to normal.
    “So you’re alive?” Sal didn’t sound entirely happy about that fact.
    “He was trying to escape,” a guard said. “We found him near the lake.” They didn’t mention our encounter