Friday, March 9, 2012

Last Assignment


William Watson
            Clavius sat by himself in the tent, staring at the ground and sweating in fear. He had already heard the charges against him and was now waiting for the captain to come get him and bring him before the tribunal to hear their formal verdict. He knew why he was considered a possible suspect, after all, how could they not? He had a history of contention with Gauis Artulius, he was young and a new recruit to the army, he was poor and stood a lot to gain financially from doing such a thing, the list went on and on. The more he thought about it the more terrified and pessimistic he became. His fate seemed certain. He was no longer even furious as he first was when he was arrested for the assassination of Gauis, he was now simply resigned to his impending doom. A part of him cried out to the gods in plea, how could something like this happen to him? He knew how perfectly he fit the profile, yet surely someone could see the truth! Surely there was someone out there who could recognize his innocence. It was just sheer lunacy that he was about to die (at this moment he had already given up all hope of salvation, he knew that the Fates had already decided that today was his day to die) for something that he had taken absolutely no part in
His thoughts were interrupted by the entrance to the tent billowing open. The captain stood there with a stony impression, as he had maintained throughout Clavius’ ordeal. Clavius rose, his limbs feeling like they each weighed as much as his shield. He knew the verdict, and the captain did as well. Oddly enough, there was no longer any feeling of trepidation. He felt an odd sense of calmness, a serenity that could even in a twisted way be called happiness. With all heaviness in his heart gone, he set his stance and marched out, true to his military training, and still proud to be a Roman soldier. His thoughts turned to home, and he was transported back to Palantine Hill. He could see the bright grass and the blue sky, and he maintained this image as he marched towards his death.