The animal swung a paw at the side of the cage, crushing one of the poles. It bucked backwards and then — realising it was free — half fell on to the sand.
Indavara backed away. He wanted the crowd as noisy as possible, but they had quietened so much that he could hear Bonosus still shouting orders as he neared the gate.
The bear righted itself, ran its nose into the dust, then looked up. Its beady eyes came to rest on Indavara. Then it ambled towards him, huge shoulders rolling above its head.
Indavara stayed absolutely still.
Teeth bared, lips trembling, the bear loosed a roar. Then it charged.
Indavara turned and bolted back across the second section as another wave of noise engulfed the arena. He had no idea how fast the bear was moving. He was aiming for the far corner of the box.
He saw his shadow flashing across the sand to his left.
Fifteen yards to the corner.
Arms and legs pumping, he sprinted along the side of the box.
Ten yards. Five.
The noise was deafening. He readied himself to cut right, then glanced left again. A massive dark shape bore down on his shadow. He would not make it.
Indavara brought his hands up over his head and dropped to the ground.
The animal couldn’t slow itself in time. One front paw struck Indavara and the bear tripped, flying over him, landing heavily in the sand, claws scraping the ground as it slid past the box.
Indavara was up quickly. He had taken a heavy impact on his back but felt only the sting of the trident wounds. Checking he still had the knife, he retreated back past the box, watching as the bear rolled over, shook itself down and got slowly to its feet. He looked inside the box to see if there was anything he might use as a weapon but there was nothing — not even a loose sword blade.
The bear sniffed its way over to where Spear had died.
Indavara glanced towards the northern end of the arena and realised instantly he had to get back there. He jogged backwards, eyes trained on the box; then crossed into the second section and moved left towards the eastern wall.
He was vaguely aware of people screaming his name, others shouting encouragements and suggestions, but this noise didn’t register. He knelt down in front of the deer carcass. He had seen enough dead animals to know there was something here he could use. Just as he grabbed one of the rear legs, the bear’s great head emerged from behind the box.
Looking down for as long as he dared, Indavara used the dagger to make an incision just above the deer’s ankle bone. He dug around until he could see the tendon. Then he made another deep cut just below the back of the knee.
The bear was lumbering towards him now, nose close to the ground.
Indavara gripped the tendon, cut it away from the flesh, and pulled the pale stringy length from the leg. Then he stood, and calmly sliced more skin and hair away as he backed towards the cage.
The bear changed direction to follow him. What he feared more than anything was another charge. There was nothing but open ground behind him; the cage was too far away.
But the beast had picked up the smell of the deer and it now lolloped towards the wall. With only a cursory glance at Indavara, it sniffed the leg, then licked at some blood.
Still moving backwards, Indavara finished stripping the tendon. It was eight inches long, not as strong as it would be after days of drying but strong enough, he hoped. He tucked it and the dagger into his tunic.
As the bear stuck its snout into the deer’s torn belly, Indavara reached the cage. The pole that the animal had struck was so broken as to be useless. The one next to it, however, was in good condition. Better still, it had come loose at the top; all he needed to do was get the bottom free. He wrapped both hands around the pole and twisted it from side to side, levering it away from the nails holding it in place.
The blow that had sliced off the top half of Indavara’s ear had affected both his hearing and sense of balance. Over time, his sense of balance had somehow corrected itself but his hearing remained impaired. He could make out sounds to his left but they were often dulled and indistinct.
And so when someone in the crowd threw a bottle over the parapet, striking the bear’s back, and sending it careering away towards the nearest living target on which to vent its rage, he didn’t hear the thumping impacts of the huge paws. Though most within the arena saw the animal charge, their astonishment at its speed struck many of them dumb. Only a few managed to shout a warning in time. They saved Indavara’s life.
He had almost wrenched the pole free when he turned. With one last heave, he threw himself to the ground just as the bear leapt.
The beast made a belated attempt to swipe at him but couldn’t halt its charge. It crashed headlong into the cage, crushing most of two sides and knocking the entire structure end over end. Hardly seeming to notice, the bear raised itself up on its hind legs to its full height, towering over Indavara. Its whole body shuddered as it unleashed another roar.
Indavara was back on his feet. He clamped both hands on the pole and held it up in front of him.
The bear dropped to all fours and plodded towards him, snarling and salivating.
Indavara lowered the pole so that it was level with the bear’s head. He retreated slowly, jabbing it forward as the animal pursued him. But its speed caught him out again, and one sweep of a paw struck the pole. Desperate to hang on to it, Indavara was knocked to the ground.
The bear lunged at him.Two claws tore flesh from his right calf. Crying out, he leapt to his feet and suddenly he was running again.
Every step jarred his wounded leg. His chances of outmaneuvering the bear had just dropped from minimal to non-existent. So he took the only option left. He ran towards the barrel he had earlier kicked over and darted inside, dragging one end of the pole in with him.
The crowd were confused. Some applauded their hero’s resourcefulness, a few booed what appeared to be cowardice, others were disappointed that their man seemed beaten.
The bear was also perplexed. It circled the barrel, occasionally turning to lick the wounds on its neck.
As the moments of inactivity passed, people sat down and began to talk. Bonosus opened the northern gate and led his guards forward. They took up position behind what remained of the cage and watched as the bear neared the open end of the barrel, sniffing and peering warily inside. It retreated for a moment, then pawed lightly at the pole. There was no sign of Indavara. A hefty nudge from the bear’s head spun the barrel around. Another shunt sent it rolling towards the wall. The bear trotted after it.
Hundreds of people swarmed to the parapet as the barrel gently collided with the wall. Legionaries pushed their way to the front to stop any more interventions.
Running its snout across the barrel, the bear moaned, then growled, frustrated it couldn’t reach its prey. It rose up on its hind legs once more and a swat from its paw loosened one of the iron bands that held the planks together. The bear struck the barrel again and again, blows of such prodigious strength that in moments the other band was loose, and the barrel began to disintegrate.
The legionaries above had their work cut out trying to restrain the crowd, some of whom were ready to risk a blow from a sword pommel if they could somehow aim a missile at the animal and help their man.
The bear ambled around to the open end of the barrel and poked its head inside.
The wooden base at the other end flew off into the sand. A foot appeared, then a leg. Indavara wriggled free of what remained of the barrel and pulled himself clear, dragging the pole with him.
Except it was no longer a pole. It was now a makeshift spear, with the dagger lashed to one end by the length of tendon.
Those above were the first to notice. Cheers rippled around the arena.
Indavara moved sideways until the sun was directly above him. The bear trotted forward, wary of the pole swinging from side to side. Indavara waited until the animal seemed transfixed, then raised the pole high. Following the shining blade upward, the animal was momentarily blinded by sunlight.