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The
Colosseum
was
empty
and
silent
as
Juba
walked
across
the
sand
.
Juba
,
now
dressed
in
his
African
clothes
,
was
a
free
man
again
.
And
soon
he
was
going
home
.
He
still
heard
one
voice
in
the
arena
,
though
.
He
heard
Maximus
,
the
great
fighter
,
asking
about
his
home
in
Africa
and
talking
to
him
about
his
own
home
in
Spain
.
Juba
moved
to
the
center
of
the
arena
and
found
the
exact
place
he
was
looking
for
:
a
small
area
of
blood
on
the
sand
.
He
dropped
to
his
knees
and
made
a
little
hole
in
the
ground
.
He
took
something
from
his
pocket
-
the
small
wooden
figures
of
Maximus
’
s
wife
and
son
.
He
carefully
put
them
in
the
hole
and
covered
them
with
the
earth
that
carried
their
loved
one
’
s
blood
.
Now
it
would
be
easier
for
them
to
find
each
other
in
the
next
world
.
"
Now
we
are
free
,
"
he
said
loudly
,
looking
around
at
the
empty
,
silent
arena
.
"
This
place
will
become
dust
,
but
I
will
not
forget
you
.
"
He
stood
above
the
place
where
Maximus
had
died
.
"
I
will
see
you
again
,
"
he
said
to
his
friend
.
He
smiled
the
wide
smile
that
he
had
smiled
for
Maximus
in
life
and
would
soon
smile
for
his
own
wife
and
daughters
.
"
But
not
yet
.
"
He
walked
slowly
out
of
the
arena
,
looking
back
just
once
at
the
place
,
as
the
wind
blew
red
flowers
across
the
killing
ground
.