sides of the short square wall surrounding the sunken floor. Eleven more hooded figures in dark robes, their faces also missing, sat in the chairs. Two empty seats sat in the front row. The air was cool and smelled pleasantly of the fresh-hewn sawdust.
The man led the boy to the empty seats and they sat down. Fearing what might come next, the boy wrapped his arms about himself, then hunched over in his chair. The empty cloak hood again turned his way.
“No,” the master said sternly. “Sit up like a man.”
The boy did as he was told. Born more of fear than the coolness of the room, goosebumps started breaking out on his skin.
“You are about to watch something,” the faceless man said. “When it is over we will ask you to explain its meaning. You will frame your answer in a single sentence. You will not turn your face away or close your eyes, nor will you be allowed to leave this place until you have correctly explained the point of the lesson. Each of us will be watching you. Do you understand?”
His voice still frozen with fear, the boy again nodded. Whatever was about to happen, all he wanted was for it to end.
“Good,” the man said. “We shall start.”
The two opposing doors in the sunken wall slowly slid to one side. Only darkness showed beyond. From behind one of the doorways came a soft growl. As he waited and watched, the terrified boy again felt the warm liquid run down one leg. This time its presence unnerved him as it reminded him this was not a dream, but real.
Fearsome black dogs suddenly charged through the opposing doorways and lunged across the sawdust- strewn floor toward each other. On reaching the limits of their chains, they were abruptly halted in their tracks. With their deadly muzzles only inches apart, drool ran from their mouths as the dogs snapped and barked viciously, and sawdust flew as their claws dug at the floor. As they snapped and lunged, the boy did his best to screw up his courage and look at them.
The hounds were huge, with sleek coats and muscular bodies. They seemed to be identical in every respect. Cropped ears stood tall on either side of their heads. Their tails had been closely bobbed, and their slanted eyes were a haunting yellow color. White teeth and fangs continually flashed as the savage animals struggled to break free from their bonds and tear into each other. The faceless master placed one hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“The two dogs are identical in every respect, save for one,” the mysterious master said. “It will be your task to identify the difference between them. They have been intentionally starved and are nearly insane with hunger. Each knows that his survival hinges on killing the other and eating him. It is this way throughout all nature, even for us supposedly enlightened humans. Do you understand?”
The boy finally found his voice. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Good,” the master replied.
No sooner had the faceless master stopped talking than the chains disappeared, freeing the savage dogs. Terrified, the boy watched the two starving animals tear into each other.
At first neither dog could claim the advantage. The one on the right appeared quicker, but the other one seemed stronger. As the dogs tangled, the boy soon lost track of which one was which.
With a vicious growl, one of them bit savagely into the other’s shoulder. Just as he did so, the other dog tore into his opponent’s neck. Blood gushed from the fresh wounds to wildly paint the sawdust-strewn floor. The boy desperately wanted to close his eyes, but his fear of his master’s wrath far outweighed his revulsion, so he watched.
Because neither dog would release his grip on the other, the struggle would hinge on which one lasted longer. Soon the dog whose neck had been bitten started to wobble from blood loss. Sensing a victory, his enemy dug his teeth in harder, causing the wound to deepen. A renewed torrent of blood gushed to the floor.
Soon the weaker dog’s front legs collapsed, followed by his hindquarters. Without waiting for his victim to die, the victor removed his teeth from the neck wound. Amid the other’s dog’s desperate cries, he started eating his victim alive.
After a time the victorious dog suddenly stopped feeding and lifted his head. The beast’s muzzle was dripping blood, and bits of flesh lay trapped between his teeth. His yellow eyes bored straight into the boy’s. Then the two dogs suddenly disappeared and the sawdust was refreshed, leaving no trace of the carnage.
The faceless master leaned nearer. “What did you learn?” he asked.
Glad that the spectacle was finished, the boy did his best to think. He would do anything not to have to watch another such battle.
“One dog lived and one died,” the boy offered quietly.
“True,” one of the cloaked figures said from behind him. This time the speaker was female. Her voice was understanding, almost compassionate. “But that is not the answer we seek. Try again.”
“The dog that won was bigger,” the boy answered, not knowing what else to say.
“Like a poor marksman, you keep missing the target,” the man beside him said. “You must do better, or be forced to watch again. The next time will be worse.”
The boy desperately wanted it all to end. His will broken, he felt salty tears run down his cheeks. “I don’t know!” he cried out. “Please don’t force me to watch another contest!”
“Men do not cry,” the female voice said. “They lead. Answer the question correctly and you may go.”
The boy wiped his eyes and thought hard about what he had just seen. At last it came to him: “The winner attacked a weaker spot…and he stayed stronger,” he finally said.
Had it been possible, the boy would have seen his faceless master smile. “Well done,” the mystery man said. “Now apply that answer to nature’s entirety, rather than just the two animals you watched struggling to kill each other.”
As the boy thought, long moments passed. “Only the strong survive,” he said, praying that he had finally been right.
“Yes,” the master answered. “You have grasped it. It is a lesson that you must always remember.” But this time the master’s words sounded strangely hollow, as though they were coming from far away.
“Only the strong survive,” he repeated, his voice echoing strangely through the room. “Only the strong survive…only the strong survive…only the strong…”
His face and naked body covered with sweat, Vespasian Augustus bolted upright in his bed. Instinctively grabbing the jeweled dagger lying on his nightstand, he launched from the bed and charged toward the far corner of the room. As his naked skin touched the balcony draperies he cried out, as if the harmless cloth were trying to entangle him and kill him. Although still asleep, his eyes were wide open. In a manic haze he slashed at the draperies like a madman.
Persephone leapt from the bed to stare at her enraged husband. His recent dreams had been terrifying, but nothing like this had happened to him before. An accomplished sorceress, she correctly guessed that he needed to be awakened before he hurt her or himself. But given the great strength of Vespasian’s blood, she hesitated.
Screaming again, Vespasian caught Persephone’s shadowy form out of the corner of one eye. Believing that she was the threat he so feared, he raised his dagger and charged at her. Realizing that she had no choice, Persephone sent a weak azure bolt directly toward the emperor.
Her bolt struck Vespasian squarely in the chest, lifting him off his feet and sending him crashing to the floor some three meters away. Hoping against hope, she immediately ran to him.
Vespasian’s chest was singed, but he looked otherwise unharmed. The sudden pain had broken his terrifying reverie and fully awakened him. With a groan, he dropped the dagger to the floor. Desperate with worry, Persephone kneeled and took her husband in her arms.
For several moments she lovingly cradled her stricken husband. Then the silence was shattered as royal bodyguards started pounding on the bedroom door. Persephone cleverly used her nightgown train to cover Vespasian’s chest burns.
“Be still, my love,” she whispered. “I will protect your secret.”
She looked up to see that the magnificent oak door was starting to give way and soon it would surrender altogether. It would do no good to try and call the legionnaires off, for the disturbing noises coming from the bedroom had been too great to explain away.
In a hail of shattered wood and sprung crossbraces, the door finally gave way. Their swords drawn, two legionnaires charged into the room.
