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Maximus
’
s
eyes
opened
slowly
.
Centimeters
away
from
his
face
was
a
wild
tiger
-
and
this
one
did
not
go
away
when
he
closed
his
eyes
and
opened
them
again
.
He
looked
around
and
realized
that
he
was
one
of
several
men
chained
together
in
a
dirty
slave
carriage
.
There
were
small
windows
at
the
front
and
back
and
on
both
sides
.
He
looked
through
one
of
the
windows
and
saw
other
carriages
traveling
with
them
.
Wild
animals
in
chains
were
walking
along
with
them
,
some
close
to
the
window
that
he
was
looking
through
.
He
fell
back
onto
the
floor
,
thinking
,
"
This
must
all
be
a
terrible
dream
.
"
When
Maximus
woke
again
,
he
saw
twelve
slaves
,
all
chained
together
,
all
looking
at
him
.
Outside
the
carriage
he
could
hear
men
talking
in
a
language
he
did
not
understand
.
Someone
was
looking
down
at
him
,
a
big
African
man
.
"
Juba
,
"
said
the
African
,
giving
his
name
.
He
,
too
,
was
chained
.
Maximus
moved
with
great
pain
and
saw
that
the
sword
wound
on
his
shoulder
was
worse
than
he
had
realized
.
Juba
was
putting
something
on
the
wound
.
Maximus
fell
back
again
and
slept
.
When
he
woke
again
,
the
African
was
still
with
him
.
"
You
see
?
"
he
said
.
"
Now
your
arm
is
getting
better
-
it
’
s
clean
.
"
He
put
his
finger
gently
on
the
wound
.
"
Don
’
t
die
,
"
said
Juba
.
"
They
’
ll
feed
you
to
the
tigers
.
They
’
re
more
expensive
than
we
are
.
"
Maximus
stared
at
him
,
and
Juba
looked
down
with
a
small
smile
on
his
lips
.
*
*
*
The
desert
heat
of
Morocco
was
not
like
anything
that
Maximus
had
known
.
The
hot
air
made
breathing
difficult
.
He
did
not
care
about
breathing
,
though
.
Maximus
did
not
care
about
anything
.
