by Carol Ashby
TRUE FREEDOM
Copyright 2019 by Carol Ashby
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ISBN: 978-1-946139-10-8 (paperback)
978-1-946139-11-5 (ebook)
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Scriptures
Dedication
A Note from the Author
Characters
Cities and Towns
Chapter 1: Ready to Help
Chapter 2: A Bad Idea
Chapter 3: Invisible Man
Chapter 4: No Better Alternative
Chapter 5: True Friends
Chapter 6: Too Much to Ask
Chapter 7: Time to Warn Her
Chapter 8: Serving Too Well
Chapter 9: The Next Step
Chapter 10: An Honest Man
Chapter 11: Nothing to Worry About
Chapter 12: Something Special
Chapter 13: Trapped
Chapter 14: A Place to Hide
Chapter 15: Help from a Sister
Chapter 16: But Why?
Chapter 17: Not What They Expected
Chapter 18: The Ransom
Chapter 19: Still Her Protector
Chapter 20: Not According to Plan
Chapter 21: Hand-Off to Gaius
Chapter 22: Almost to Safety
Chapter 23: Safe at Last
Chapter 24: Calantha, not Mistress
Chapter 25: The Stupidest Thing
Chapter 26: The Dark Side of Rome
Chapter 27: The Reason Why
Chapter 28: God of Leander, Please!
Chapter 29: Mistress, Not Calantha
Chapter 30: Officer of the Law
Chapter 31: Worth Thanking
Chapter 32: Ready to Bring Her Home
Chapter 33: Life Was Good
Chapter 34: Saved from a Living Hell
Chapter 35: Forgiving the Enemy
Chapter 36: Next Step in the Hunt
Chapter 37: Razor’s Edge
Chapter 38: More Than They Told Him
Chapter 39: Grief and Hope
Chapter 40: Making the First Connection
Chapter 41: The Same but Different
Chapter 42: Expanding the Hunt
Chapter 43: Alphabets and Attractions
Chapter 44: A Man of Proven Worth
Chapter 45: The First Questions
Chapter 46: Not an Emotion
Chapter 47: Never Time to Despair
Chapter 48: A Faithful Friend
Chapter 49: The Unexpected Scribe
Chapter 50: Rough Waters
Chapter 51: One of God’s Own
Chapter 52: What to Believe?
Chapter 53: Only a Sister
Chapter 54: Hunters or Hunted?
Chapter 55: Too Hard to Bear
Chapter 56: Finally on Track
Chapter 57: Almost in Sight
Chapter 58: The Limping Man
Chapter 59: Escaping the Watchers
Chapter 60: Last Night of Freedom.
Chapter 61: Nothing of His Own
Chapter 62: End of the Hunt
Chapter 63: No More Time
Chapter 64: Worthy of Trust
Chapter 65: Dead and Alive
Chapter 66: A Whole New Day
Sneak peek at Honor Bound
Chapter 1: Goodbyes
Historical Note
Discussion Guide
Glossary
Scripture References
Acknowledgements
About the Author
The Light in the Empire Series
I’d Love to Hear from You!
Scriptures
For I know the plans I have for you,” says the LORD. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11 (NLT)
Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. John 15:13 (NKJV)
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28 (NKJV)
Dedication
To my children, Paul and Lydia,
for their love, support, and encouragement.
To Andrew, gifted wordsmith and true brother in Christ,
who helped so much as I was writing every novel
from The Legacy to Honor Bound.
And especially to my husband, Jim,
who embodies the best of every hero in these stories.
And most of all, to Jesus.
Soli Deo gloria.
A Note from the Author
Freedom―something we long for, something we cherish when we have it.
But there are times when life closes in upon us, forcing us into circumstances we don’t want now and futures we dread. It can seem impossible for all things to work together for good when life goes totally wrong.
I’ve known loss, but I’ve never lost everything. I’ve had to do what I didn’t want, but I always knew it was only for a season. I know God loves me beyond measure and wants only what’s best for me, but how many times have I questioned the events in my life because they weren’t what I wanted? It can be hard to remember in the moment of trial that all things work together for good for those who love God.
Sometimes I act as if I know better than God what is best for me, but I only see in part, not the whole. If I stay open to what God is trying to show me, I can learn the truth, and it is truth that sets me free.
Each time I come through the storm and look back, I can see His loving hand. And each time I do, it’s easier to remember while the lightning is still striking all around me that the rainbow will appear after the thunderstorm. When I stop trying to control everything, I’m free to relax and enjoy the ride.
In True Freedom, Dacius’s life in a loving Christian family is ended by the Roman army that kills his parents and makes him a slave. He loses everything except his faith in God and his salvation through Jesus
. But even though he’s treated as an animal, he knows he’s still a man. He chooses to do what pleases God as much as he can as a slave. And when he risks everything to obey Jesus’s command to love, all things work together for good.
True Freedom is a story of faith when the future seems hopeless, love to the point of sacrifice, and the power of faith and love to bring true freedom to all involved
I hope you enjoy the story of Dacius and Julia and how his faithfulness ultimately frees them both. May we always remember that our own faithfulness in the times of trial can open the way to a better future than we ever thought possible.
Characters
Julius Secundus family and slaves
Tiberius (52): ex-consul of Rome, now proconsul (governor) of the province of Sicily
Tiberius (32): Tiberius’s oldest son, married and living at one of the estates outside Rome
Manius (25): Tiberius’s second son serving as tribune in a legion stationed in Britannia
Antonia Alba (25): stepsister of Julia, wife of Titus Flavius Sabinus, mother of Flavia and Sabina
Aulus (18): Tiberius’s third son
Julia Secunda/Calantha (16): youngest child of Tiberius
Trebonia Procula (deceased): Julia’s stepmother, Antonia’s mother, Tiberius’s second wife
Dacius/Leander (23): Enslaved in Dacia at 11, Christian, litter slave for Julia
Gallio (mid-40s): steward of the Julius Secundus family
Primus: litter slave who hates Dacius and blames him for the kidnapping
Taurus: bodyguard and Julia’s litter escort
Glyptus: cook and friend of Dacius
Verres and Capellus: litter slaves who join Primus in lies about Dacius
Claudius Drusus family
Lucius Fidelis (36): father of Marcus Drusus
Lucius (20): oldest son, a tribune near Rome but about to transfer to Judaea
Marcus (18): Aulus’s best friend
Flavius Sabinus family:
Quintus Flavius Sabinus: ruthless Roman power broker; political enemy of Tiberius Secundus
Octavius Flavius Sabinus (19): Quintus’s son
Titus Flavius Sabinus (31): nephew of Quintus Sabinus, husband of Antonia Alba
Flavia (6) and Sabina (3): children of Antonia and Titus, Julia’s nieces
Titus Flavius Titianus (21): nephew of Quintus Flavius Sabinus, tribune in XI Urban Cohort
At the Ludus Bruti:
Marcus Antonius Brutus (32): wealthy equestrian owner of gladiator school, Ludus Bruti.
Africanus: Brutus’s favorite gladiator as bodyguard, sparring partner, and good friend
Rufus: another of Brutus’s favorites as bodyguard
Lanista Felix: head trainer over the Ludus Bruti
Fortis: gladiator used as a trainer of young men by Brutus
Kidnappers:
Gaius Faltonius Callidus (43): ex-legionary turned kidnapper
Gnaeus Aelius Bassus: childhood friend of Callidus (thin kidnapper)
Sempronius Rutilus family and Christian friends:
Gaius Sempronius Rutilus (50): Christian farmer who shelters Julia and Dacius outside Rome
Marcella (50): Gaius’s wife
Publius Aelius Mestrius and wife Lucillia (40): taberna owners, members of Gaius’s house church
Quintus Sertorius Festus and wife Petronia (23): poor farmers, members of the house church
Sextus Valerius Genialis (45): Gaius’s best friend; widower, member of the house church.
Servilia (45): Christian shopkeeper who hides Julia and Dacius from kidnappers
Other Important Charaters:
Claudius Ursus: Very wealthy son of an imperial freedman of Emperor Claudius
Metilia Neposa (16): Julia’s best friend; grieving the death of her brother/Julia’s betrothed.
Cities and Towns
Stadia: Roman units for distances: 1 mile = 8.7 stadia; 1 km = 5.4 stadia
Mille passus (pl. milia passuum) Roman mile = 0.92 English miles = 1.48 km
Alba Longa: town south of Rome in Alban Hills
Ardea (1): town on coast south of Rome
Castrum Novum (2): near present-day Giulianova
Carnuntum (3): legion headquarters on Danube east of present-day Vienna
Cosa (4): ruins in southwestern Tuscany
Cyrene (5): city in Africa, near present-day Shahhat, Libya
Dacia (A): Roman province, present-day Romania
Dyrrachium (6): port city on Adriatic Sea, present-day Durrës, Albania
Fidenae: town north east of Rome
Lacus Albanus: present-day Lake Albano in the Alban Hills of Lazio
Liternum (7): town on coast north of Neapolis (present day Naples)
Luna (8): coastal town in northern Italy, present-day Luni
Mare Nostrum (B): “our sea”, the Mediterranean
Neapolis: present-day Naples
Ostia (9): older port town on Tiber River serving Rome
Pisae (10): present-day Pisa
Ponninia Superior (C): Roman province, present-day Austria
Portus (9): newer port town on Tiber River serving Rome
Puteoli (11): major port on west side of Italy
Roma (12): present-day Rome
Sarmizegetusa (13): capital city of Dacia
Tibur: town east of Rome, present-day Tivoli
Trebula Mutuesca (14): town northeast of Rome
Tusculum: city south of Rome in Alban Hills
Chapter 1: Ready to Help
Rome, AD 118
The Secundus villa, Day 1
The woman’s scream ripped into Dacius. He dropped his shovel of manure and sprinted into the stable yard.
Flames danced in a pile of straw three feet from the grindstone. The fire was small, but it transformed the skittery young stallion the master’s son had just bought into a thousand pounds of lunging, rearing, kicking terror. The horse had ripped its lead rope from the stable boy’s hand and run for the open gate in the eight-foot masonry wall―just as the young mistress returned on her litter.
She blocked its escape, and the stallion was determined to get out, even if it had to go through the litter where Mistress Julia sat screaming. Its flailing hooves knocked the right rear bearer to the ground.
With no one holding the pole, the litter tipped, and the still-screaming mistress tumbled out, not five feet from the horse’s hooves.
Dacius stripped off his tunic as he ran toward them. The stallion reared, and as its full weight came down on the bearer’s head, it crushed the man’s skull.
The mistress tried to stand, but she tripped on her long tunic and fell even closer to the terrified animal.
Her shrieks fueled the stallion’s panic, and it started to rear once more. Dacius leaped, caught the lead at the halter, and pulled its head down and sideways, away from her.
As the hooves came back to earth, he flipped his tunic across the horse’s face and pulled it snug. The stallion froze, trembling, when the fire disappeared from view.
He led the horse into its stall and stood with it, stroking its neck. “Calm, boy. Steady, boy.”
The fear drained from the trembling stallion as Dacius’s voice and hand caressed him. After the horse calmed, Dacius released his tunic and lifted it from the stallion’s eyes.
“Good boy.” Two soft slaps to the horse’s shoulder, and he left the stall.
The litter escort, a tall, muscular German, was carrying the limp form of Mistress Julia into the house. Dacius’s brow furrowed. He would have sworn he’d pulled the horse away before he struck her.
A boy of about eleven stood with his back pressed against the wall, his eyes flicking toward the overseer like he was hoping not to be noticed.
Dacius slipped along the wall to stand beside him. “Is the mistress hurt?”
The boy shook his head. “No. She fainted. She can’t stand blood.”
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�Well, I don’t really like it myself.” Dacius tousled the boy’s hair and smiled at his worried face.
The boy tipped his head to look up at Dacius. “You ran up to that horse. Why weren’t you afraid?”
Dacius shrugged. “He was only panicked by the fire. I knew he’d calm down as soon as he couldn’t see it anymore.”
The boy’s eyes shifted from Dacius to the overseer, and Dacius’s followed. The overseer strode over to the slave who’d been sharpening the hoes and swung the bronze knob on the handle of his three-cord whip into the side of his head, knocking him to the ground.
“Stupid son of a donkey! Didn’t you see the sparks going into the straw? Move the grindstone over there.” He pointed to the wall farthest from the straw and hay.
The slave stood, rubbing the side of his head. He bowed. “Yes, overseer.”
Dacius stared at the whip as the overseer hung it back on his belt. The bronze was polished, the leather supple, as if frequently oiled. The overseer was proud of that whip, and that could only mean one thing.
He liked to use it.
The overseer nudged the trampled bearer with his foot to make sure he was dead. “Move this litter out of the gate.” He turned to one of the other bearers. “You. Get this body out of here.”
The man bowed. “Yes, overseer.”
The overseer swung and pointed at Dacius. “You. Clean up that blood so the mistress won’t see it again.”
Dacius dipped his head. “Yes, overseer.”
He drew a bucket of water from the cistern and poured it on the blood that had pooled on the paving stone where the man’s head had been. The red diluted and faded in the expanding circle of water, but some had soaked into the stone.
He’d seen war, and he knew too much about cleaning up blood. It would take soap and hot water and scrubbing to remove most of it. And even then, a faint shadow would remain. The water had washed away enough that the mistress shouldn’t notice it, but he would always know a man had died there.
Dacius sucked a breath between his teeth and shook his head as he released it. In Roman eyes, not a man. A slave had died there, his body now gone, tossed aside like a piece of broken furniture and just as easy to replace.
