FAITHFUL
Copyright 2018 by Carol Ashby
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Table of Contents
Scripture
Dedication
A Note from the Author
Characters
Cities and Towns
Chapter 1: Heading Out
Chapter 2: No Respect
Chapter 3: The Chieftain’s Daughter
Chapter 4: Not What She Expected
Chapter 5: Thieves and Scoundrels
Chapter 6: Not a Fool
Chapter 7: Not Where He Should Be
Chapter 8: Beginning the Hunt
Chapter 9: Reason to Hope
Chapter 10: A New Direction
Chapter 11: Catching Up
Chapter 12: Roman Justice
Chapter 13: Backtracking
Chapter 14: No Better Teacher
Chapter 15: First Fight
Chapter 16: Octodurus
Chapter 17: Surprises
Chapter 18: Over the Pass
Chapter 19: Words to Remember
Chapter 20: Nothing to Worry About
Chapter 21: Perhaps a Future
Chapter 22: A Career Opportunity
Chapter 23: It’s My Pleasure
Chapter 24: A Day of Rest
Chapter 25: The Price of a Man
Chapter 26: An Auspicious Beginning
Chapter 27: Not the Same at All
Chapter 28: So Far but Not Enough
Chapter 29: Worth Dying For
Chapter 30: It’s Been a Good Life
Chapter 31: The Only Rich Man
Chapter 32: Still Not the Time
Chapter 33: The Perfect Host
Chapter 34: Not the Same Mistake
Chapter 35: Gifts for His Son
Chapter 36: Changing Owners
Chapter 37: Still More to Learn
Chapter 38: Invisible Chains
Chapter 39: Business Partners
Chapter 40: Three Germans and a Roman
Chapter 41: Not Worth Dying For
Chapter 42: Road to Reunion
Chapter 43: Everything He Wanted
Chapter 44: A Fight He Can’t Win
Chapter 45: Crossing the Frontier
Chapter 46: No Longer Home
Chapter 47: A Better Place to Be
Chapter 48: What Sisters Are For
Chapter 49: The Perfect Man
Chapter 50: Ready to Listen
Sneak Peek at True Freedom
Chapter 1: Ready to Help
Chapter 2: A Bad Idea
Historical Note
Discussion Guide
Glossary
Scripture References
Acknowledgements
About the Author
The Light in the Empire Series
Scripture
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
Galatians 6:2 (NKJV)
“By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.”
John 13:35 (NKJV)
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
John 15:13 (KJV)
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)
“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)
Dedication
To my children, Paul and Lydia,
for their love, support, and encouragement,
and especially to my husband, Jim,
who helps me find the good in everything.
And most of all, to Jesus.
Soli Deo gloria.
A Note from the Author
A faithful friend. Someone who cares enough to warn us before we do something foolish. Someone who will help us dig out of the mess we created after we ignore that advice.
That’s something we all long for. It’s someone we treasure once we find them. A faithful friend is the living embodiment of the kind of love we’re called to share as followers of Jesus.
But Jesus calls us to extend the love we might naturally show a friend to those outside our circle of friendship. Friendship rides atop a shared history, where things we’ve done have earned the trust and affection of our friends. Agape love extends to those we’ve barely met and even to those who have declared themselves our enemies.
It’s agape love that Jesus meant when He said, “Love one another.” He told His followers that the love they showed for each other would declare to all that they were His disciples.
In Roman times, that love shared among the believers was surprising and attracted new followers. The love they showed to strangers and enemies amazed even those who wanted them destroyed. The same is true today.
Obeying the command to love can be challenging. In a world where so many are looking out for themselves at the expense of others, we’re called to consider what’s better for everyone, not just ourselves. It’s not always easy, and it’s certainly not natural, but God doesn’t call us to live natural lives. He calls us to live lives that please Him.
When we respond faithfully to that call, He gives us His Spirit to help us do it.
When we try, we can expect certain responses. Some will think we’re easy targets and try to take advantage of us. Some will think we’re fools to make ourselves vulnerable, even though they don’t try to hurt us. Some will consider the idea good in theory but not something to try themselves. But some will long to be part of a community that welcomes them without asking anything in return.
Faithful tells the story of a man who is so loyal that he refuses to stop searching until he finds his kidnapped friend and risks dying to save him. When that quest exposes him to a mortal enemy, he’s so devoted to Jesus that he’s willing to die before denying his Lord.
But it’s more than the story of one man’s commitment to his friend and his God. It’s the story of how living his faith in Jesus rescues a stranger, turns an enemy into a friend, and draws both toward his Lord.
I hope you
’ll enjoy this story of the power of a faithful life to open others to hearing God’s call as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. May God give us all the courage and strength to live and love faithfully so we can see others respond to His love.
Characters
Adela’s family
Adela: (19) daughter of Adalmar
Adalmar: (40) Adela’s father, chieftain of the Hermunduri tribe
Hildegard: (34) stepmother of Adela, new wife of Adalmar
Gunda: (13) Hildegard’s daughter
Licinius Crassus family
Galen: (21) Gaius Licinius Crassus, whose father fled Rome to escape execution as a Christian
Valeria: (27) “Val,” German adopted sister of Galen and Rhoda, wife of Decimus
Rhoda: (17) Galen’s sister
Otto’s family
Otto: (21) “Bjorn,” best friend and trading partner of Galen, fourth son of Baldric
Baldric: (54) Otto’s father, chieftain of Vangiones tribe
Adolf: (28) third son of Baldric
Cornelius Lentulus family
Tiberius: (55) former governor of Germania Superior, Decimus’s father
Decimus: (33) “Dec,” Tiberius’s only surviving son, Valeria’s husband
Publius: (6) older son of Decimus and Valeria, named for Decimus’s mentor
Gaius: (4) younger son of Decimus and Valeria, named for Galen’s father
Priscilla: (1) baby daughter of Decimus and Valeria, named for Galen’s mother
Graecus: chief steward of the Lentulus properties near Rome
Claudius Drusus family
Publius: (deceased) Tiberius’s best friend, Decimus’s mentor; executed for his faith
Other important characters
Silanus: centurion in VIII Augusta Legion based in Argentorate, Germania Superior
Gundahar: German who kidnaps Adela and Otto
Gerlach: German kidnapper, Gundahar’s partner
Scaurus: a trainer of gladiators (lanista) in Augusta Raurica
Lothar and Baldwin: German gladiators in Octodurus
Marcus Antonius Brutus: owner of gladiator schools in Luca, Florentia, and Roma
Ursus: Thracian lanista who runs Brutus’s school in Florentia
Quintus: owner of an inn and stable on the outskirts of Rome
Cities and Towns
Alpes: the Alps, mountains between Italy, Germany, France, and Switzerland
Argentorate: headquarters for VIII Augusta Legion; located on Rhine; present-day Strasbourg
Arretium: Present day Arezzo
Augusta Praetoria: Present day Aosta
Augusta Raurica: town on the route from Argentorate to Rome; 20 km east of present-day Basel
Aventicum: town on the route from Argentorate to Rome; present-day Avenches
Borbetomagus: garrison town on the Rhine between Mogontiacum and Argentorate; present-day Worms
Brigantium: town on Lake Constance in Roman province of Raetia; present-day Bregenz, Austria
Florentia: Present day Florence
Lacus Brigantinus: Lake Constance, patrolled by a Roman provincial fleet based in Brigantium
Lacus Valsiniensis: Lake Bolsena
Lugdunum: Present day Lyon
Mogontiacum: capital of Roman province of Germania Superior, headquarters of XXII Primigenia Legion; located on the Rhine; present-day Mainz
Nepete: Present day Nepi
Octodurus: full name Civitas Vallensium Octodurus, location of Forum Claudii Vallensium; provincial capital of Alpes Graiae et Poeninae; present-day Martigny
Parma: Present day Parma
Ticinum: Present day Pavia
Vivisco: Present day Vevey
Vindonissa: town between Augusta Raurica and Brigantium, former legion headquarters
Volsinii: Present day Bolsena
Modified excerpt of map by Andrei N. – Wikimedia Commons user: Andrein- Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26047281
Chapter 1: Heading Out
Land of the Hermunduri, two days north of Germania Superior, AD 122
Adela felt the daggers as she hung her horse’s bridle on the gatepost and swatted its rump to send it into the corral. When she turned to face the cottage, her father’s new wife spun and stomped inside.
She rolled her eyes. It was going to be another one of those days.
It had only been four months since Mother died. Why had Father been in such a hurry to remarry? He had a son, and Adela would marry soon to give him a son-in-law. She’d told him he should take his time. A chieftain of the Hermunduri could have his pick of the maidens whenever he decided to wed.
But had he listened? Maybe if her brother had spoken, Father might have. All she got was a frown and a flick of a hand to shoo her away.
They weren’t at war, so why marry the sister of another chieftain to seal an alliance? It made no sense. Especially when Hildegard was meaner than a weasel. She would not call that woman Mother, no matter what Father said.
She cringed at the thought of another day in the company of Hildegard’s mousy daughter, Gunda. No Hermunduri girl should jump at her own shadow.
Adela’s gaze flipped over her shoulder when she felt the hand.
Gunda was holding two baskets. “The wild strawberries are ripe. Olga had some this morning, and Mother wants us to go gather some, too.”
“I didn’t see any when I was riding.”
Her stepsister hugged herself as her eyes flicked toward the cottage, then returned to Adela. “But Mother said they were ripe where the stream forks.”
“That far? We won’t be back in time for supper if we go there.”
Gunda rubbed her nose and glanced at the cottage again. “I know, but when Mother says go, I’m not going to argue. Neither should you.”
She held out a basket and gave it a small shake. “Your father already told you to do what Mother says. Do you want her to tell him you wouldn’t go?”
Adela snatched the basket, jerking Gunda toward her when she didn’t let go fast enough. “The sooner we go, the sooner we get back.”
She set a fast pace as they entered the woods. Gunda had to scurry to keep up, but it wasn’t Adela's fault that her stepsister was a scrawny little thing, even though she was thirteen. Hildegard spoiled her precious daughter, and spoiling made a person weak.
Adela squared her shoulders. No one would ever dare call her weak. Father might not value her opinion about remarrying, but she’d heard him brag on her skill with weapons and horses. A daughter fit for a chieftain’s son. That’s what he’d said, and her heart warmed at the thought.
She was nineteen. Within the year, she would marry, and she knew exactly what kind of man she wanted. Tall, handsome, proud, afraid of nothing and no one―a warrior like Father.
Already Father was talking with the other chieftains with sons ready to take a wife. Adela’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. Her marriage couldn’t be soon enough to get her out from under Hildegard’s aggravating control. After she was wed, she could tell that woman what she thought of her. That thought broadened her smile.
“Slow down, Adela.”
Gunda’s whining heightened the anticipation. One more thing she’d leave behind when she married her warrior.
When they reached the glade where the stream forked, Adela’s brow furrowed. Lush, green...but no sign of red.
“I don’t see any ripe strawberries.” She spun on Gunda. “Did Olga pick everything already?” Her lips tightened. “Just like your mother to waste my time like this.”
Gunda turned in a circle as she scanned the surrounding trees. “But Mother said they were here.” Her eyes caught Adela’s, then flitted away. “Maybe we need to look among the deep grass and ferns.” She pointed across the stream. “You look over there. I’ll look on this side.”
Adela jumped the stream and shuffled through the grass, pushing it aside with her foot
before each step. No strawberries, not even green ones. Her back was to the stream when she heard hoofbeats behind her.
Then Gunda gasped. Adela spun. A man on a bay horse stood between her and Gunda, but she could see Gunda’s legs under the horse’s belly. She was backing up as the man leaned toward her. He nudged the horse closer and grabbed Gunda’s arm.
Adela trotted to the stream bank and leaped across. “Leave her alone!”
The man turned to face her, and his lips twisted into a sneer as Adela moved closer.
Gunda strained to pull free and started to cry. “No. Don’t do it.”
Adela sprinted toward the horseman as Gunda’s tears turned to sobs. A feral laugh escaped his throat as he shoved Gunda away and focused on her.
Her eyes narrowed as she neared his horse’s head. The man was brawny, and she had no weapon. But she knew horses. She grasped the loose fabric panel that draped the front of her dress and flicked it into his horse’s face.
With a panicky neigh, the horse reared, launching the man into the air. When the flailing hooves returned to earth, Adela was ready. She scooped up the reins, grabbed a handful of mane, and sprang onto its back.
Gunda stood like a statue, eyes enormous and hands over her mouth. Adela held out her hand. “Get up behind me.”
Her stepsister started to move...backward.
The man moaned behind her.
“Gunda, now!”
Hoofbeats...two horses...coming up fast from behind. “Gunda!”
Gunda spun and ran into the trees and up the hill. Adela whirled the horse. Two men were coming straight for her.
“Keep running!” Adela bent low on the horse, drove her heels into its flanks, and hurtled forward...toward their attackers.
She shot between them before they could react. If only they would follow her...Gunda was running toward their home. Perhaps she’d get away.