Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Motto: To serve is to live
Desires: To live a safe and sure life
Weapon of Choice: Dagger
Description: I remembered my first time sailing–so like him. The likeness irked me. Sitting up, I watched Diomedes patting Nepektes’ back as the youth heaved again into the water. Strands of spittle caught in the wind blew back into the boy’s hair. Long hair, dark and silken, his was finer than mine though the shade and loose waves were almost a match. My tunic on his back. My friend at his side. Their silhouettes were a mirror reflecting thirteen years into my past.
Discussion Questions For Nepektes?
- How does Leures feel about Nepektes?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What’s your favorite quote?
- Should Nepektes used those boots and run away?
- Why didn’t Nepektes try to kill Leures?
- What caused a change in relationship with Leures?
“Take the pack from my shoulder, Nepektes, and look inside. I’ve something for you.” Standing an arm’s length away, he gingerly slipped the strap from my shoulder and stepped back before he opened it. He drew out one of the good Thracian boots I’d taken from a man I’d killed in the morning’s fight. “You’re no field slave now,” I said, setting the jar by its mate and rising. “Put them on. Go on now. The blood will wash off.” Sitting beside the water jars, he looked at the boots. The faintest frown tugged his brow as he pushed his feet inside. “With boots like these, a man scarcely feels the miles under his feet,” I said, and he glanced up at me. “You can go far with boots like these.”