Marcus dropped the piece of a chair he had been about to toss on the fire woodpile when the master indicated that he was to come with him. Reaching the indicated spot he stood waiting at parade rest for his next order.<br/><br/>He looked curiously at the female gladiator as she responded in such a strange way to the master’s words. Was she stupid perhaps, barbarians often where. The master had just casually tossed a Gladiator over the edge to his death. If he happened to see such a display of insolence that she was exhibiting then she may follow. Or maybe he would take pity on her and let her off with a sound whipping.<br/><br/>Then as the master moved Marcus followed keeping to a respectful distance behind. There was another Gladiator with the little group and Marcus took the opportunity to study him.<br/><br/>Reaching the entrance to the baths he came to a stop and stood listening as they discussed a Pict. Presumably a barbarian from one of Rome’s frontiers, presumably an attractive slave from the way the master wanted her to learn Latin. Not that she needed to learn much, get food, get drink, clean here, open your legs, suck it. That pretty much covered the basics for a female slave<br/>