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Perhaps if we retreat to the coast via Thessaly, we could hold out until the

rains come.

If we go eastward, they'll be able to cut us off here.

Of course.

Will not do.

Ready.

Maps never redraw themselves if that's what you're waiting for.

He's right.

We should just have to fight the wretches here where we stand.

And beat them.

Oh, we shall crush them.

Doubtless.

Dinner for worms.

A damn lot of them.

Dinner for worms.

Try to avoid bloodshed this time.

We'll wait a while and Pompey can shave you instead.

Torquatus should have something there.

A preacher's ship, perhaps.

If Torquatus is given high office, then Barrow must be given the same, else

we'll see no end of trouble.

But then what do we give Levielis?

Macedonia. Bithynia.

Macedonia to Lebo.

Plums for your people and porridge for the rest, eh?

Macedonia and Bithynia are not yet ours to bestow.

You are cooking rabbits that have not been caught.

Arbiter Glow Rabbit is cornered, starving, and has lost near 2,000 men.

I think we may safely say that here is a rabbit ready for the party.

Why so melancholy, Brutus? Oh, do I seem so?

Forgive me.

No, Caesar's defeat is a glory.

We cannot endure tyrants, but I cannot celebrate it.

It was as my father to me.

I feel for you.

When do we strike?

Strike? We've already struck.

We have him down, but he's not dead yet, eh?

When do we strike the final blow?

There will not be one.

If we simply keep him bottled up a month or so more, the remains of his army will

disintegrate and disappear at no cost to us. Is that honourable?

Caesar has driven us from Rome, chased us out of Italy, killed our friends.

Usurped our republic?

Surely dignity and honor demands we walk in his blood. Certainly need he. But you

would have hunger. Do our work for us.

We must attack Caesar and kill him under the eyes of Mars, else our victory is

empty. He has sense.

It will look better at home if we win by force.

You are Pompey Magnus.

Conquer and crush your enemies as if they were insects.

People will be disappointed by anything less.

from Greece.

Mark Antony is safe, but most of the ships in his fleet, sent in aid of

Gaius, Julius, Caesar, have been lost at sea.

Caesar is now surrounded and severely outnumbered. The forces of the Republic

and Senate and the Pompei Magnus confidently expect a decisive victory to

follow shortly.

for protection, and he sends me a bunch of halfwits and clowns.

Dear me.

Caesar will soon be dead by every account, and we shall be undefended.

We may as well be lying naked in the street.

You must go to Seville and ask for a few of her men to stand outside for us.

Why?

So that they can guard our doors in her name, see? I mean, why must I go?

Well, as if I would go begging to Seville. I think not.

Why not go begging for you? Oh, don't be so childish. It's not as if she'll

refuse. You think?

Oh, why would she? Those lovely gifts I gave her.

What did she say?

Nothing.

Nothing. She said something. No, she said nothing.

You're very arrogant, that's all.

Think you can buy her friendship with stud slaves and tortoises? And six

barrels of ice.

I'd rather not go.

You'd rather not go?

You'd rather be gang-raped by slavering proles while your mother's house burns

down around you. Frankly, I'm past caring.

One day Caesar is winning and you crow happily.

Next day he's losing and I must go begging.

I just want this vile war to be over, one way or the other.

Octavia, it is over.

That is why you must go to Sevilla's house. It's a bore, I know.

There we are.

Very nice.

I'm glad to see you.

I've been worried about you.

No need.

I'm doing very well.

Not as well as you, obviously.

Do you need money?

I've got money if you need some.

I'm sure you have.

Turns out your man backed the right horse.

Fortune loves you.

I don't know if Rinus is alive or dead.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to be like this.

I'm so tired, Ivy.

I'm tired of being angry.

I'm tired of hating you.

Do you want some honey water?

Wasting your time.

We'll die of thirst long before we die of hunger.

We can drink their blood.

Repeat.

All these dead men, we can drink their blood.

Too salty.

Only make you more thirsty.

Putrid by now anyway.

Doesn't matter.

Everything will be fine.

This is where we die.

What are you writing?

Message to Niobe.

All right.

Good idea.

Send my best for Rennie, will you? While you're at it.

If there's space.

Oh, you look lovely.

If I'm to be a beggar, I will not look like one. Oh, I'm not objecting, my

honey. Though you will remind Seville of what an old trout she's become.

Oh, I'm just happy to see you looking so pretty for once.

You do so often insist on playing the front.

I hope your mother thrives. She does.

And your son?

Also.

My mother sends me to ask a favour.

She fears the consequences of this last battle in Greece.

Understandably.

She has enjoyed her ascendancy a little too well.

She asks you to lend her some men to protect our door in your name.

Of course.

Eleni, send Ajax and three or four others, whoever he thinks best.

Thank you.

It's very kind of you.

I told my mother she should not presume... She should have what she

needs.

Forgive me. You are so good to us. We do not deserve it.

Don't.

I must look afraid.

Not really.

You look lovely.

I'd better go home.

So soon?

My mother will be worried.

Well, if you feel you should.

Octavia.

Thank you.

Send to Rome.

Tell them the decisive battle begins today.

Sir, Pompey's legions are in the field in battle array. Thank you, Fulvio. Have

you forgotten how to salute? I haven't, sir. No excuse, sir.

Rackers, sound assembly.

Have Zeno saddle my horse.

Sir.

We will accept battle.

Certainly. Why not?

We are outnumbered three to one on foot and five to one on horse.

What? Uninjured men we have are scared and hungry and desperate.

That is the advantage we must press home.

I was not aware irony had military usage.

We must win or die.

Pompey's men have other options.

Goodbye, Posca.

Send to Rome.

Tell them Caesar has won.

Sir, Caesar's men are coming.

Cut my hand.

We have to go, sir.

They'll catch you.

It's not deep, but it hurts.

They will kill you.

It's of no consequence.

Our forces are routed.

What are we to do?

We shall fight again another day, I do not doubt.

And prevail.

And prevail.

But for the present, we must look to our safety. Our safety is nothing.

We must leave Greece and look to fresh levies. May one ask where?

Africa. We must rally the cities of Africa. Oh, Africa.

Dear gods, we are fast running out of continents.

And coin.

We have taxed every last coin from Greece and spent it all.

What shall we use to buy Africa's loyalty?

Seashells? We need buy nothing.

We are the Senate of Rome. We are old men with mother in our shoes.

We are not beaten until we are dead.

The Republic lives as long as we do. You may fight on as you wish.

As for me, I will go from here and surrender myself to Caesar. Have you no

dignity? No honor? Some little, I hope.

Not so much as you, of course.

Caesar will kill you. That may be.

I'm not afraid to die.

I'm tired.

I want to go home.

Yes, my feeling's exact.

Brutus, without the force of your name, the cause of the... Do not, do not talk

to me.

Of the Republic.

If I had known what wretched company and rotten food I would endure.

If I had known what an old fool is Pompey, I would never have left Rome.

Forgive my anger.

I'm not myself.

Think nothing of it.

I merit your disappointment.

I propose we make Franfippoli.

I have men and money there. We can go by sea to Egypt.

Ptolemy's children are loyal friends of mine.

Perhaps... Perhaps it's better we do not

travel together.

Perhaps you're right.

Better.

No doubt.

I don't understand it.

Something should have turned up by now. I'm not meant to die this way.

You were misinformed.

It doesn't seem right.

Still, it'd be good to see my mother again.

Do you think they have a system for finding people? What?

In the afterlife.

I mean, how do you go about finding people?

There must be millions of them.

There must be.

She won't recognize me, probably.

I was very young when she died.

Probably give her a big scare, though.

Big ugly brute coming along and giving her a hug.

Look at that.

What? A corpse.

See how high it rises in the water?

The platonic ether inflates it.

What of it?

You've not been drinking sea water, have you?

Husband, eat.

Oh, yeah.

Little salty.

Not at all. It's good, eh?

Delicious, Mama.

Oh dear, look at your faces.

Silly.

Helen.

Helen!

Husband, wake up. Our people are leaving.

Now, now, my darlings, don't be scared. We're on an adventure, eh?

The first ones to see the sea and cry out.

We'll have a peach when we get to Amphipoli.

You. Your name again.

Lysandros. Lysandros. How far to Amphibody?

Oh, very close. Close.

We will continue there as planned.

Though not to announce my identity to those that we meet.

And if they ask?

Mella.

Aeneas Mella.

Here on the way, Captain.

And who'll pay?

Pay?

You've been paid already.

For guiding, not for protection.

I have many men and supplies and ample coin in Amphipoli. You will be paid

there. None with you now?

Coin? None!

I'll tolerate no more of your impudence.

No disrespect, Captain. Only asking.

We go.

You drive me insane with your wretched muttering.

What is wrong that you must harass the god so?

Nothing. Well, stop it then.

Sevilius aims to invite you to weave with her tomorrow.

Oh.

I cannot.

Of course you can. I've already accepted.

I cannot.

I know she's tedious. I mean, really.

Weaving.

But we must keep her happy for the time being.

Unison. You should both have a peach.

It's good, huh?

Where do you come from?

Brindisi. Romans.

I know you.

Why do I know you?

I've not seen you before.

Sure I've seen you somewhere.

Leave them water and bread. We need to be going.

Leave them?

Weak as they are. I have no time to waste.

Soon be dark anyhow.

We camp here and get to Amfifli in the morning. I insist we go on.

Relax, old man.

We get there.

Da!

You rest easy now, boys.

Eat, drink, get your strength back.

You and me will be good friends.

Hey!

You want my cock up, you? You're gonna build a damn fire!

I told you it would be all right.

It's no pleasing song.

We'll stop here.

Why so early?

Best to, I think, look out, sir.

Who are they? How should I know? Who cares who they are?

Sorry.

Sorry. I... All will be well.

I assure you.

All will be well.

Pompey Magnus.

That man looks exactly like Pompey Magnus. That's why I thought I'd met

him.

It's hard to believe, eh?

His wife and Sprouts too.

Caesar's gonna drown us in gold, thank you.

What do we do?

I don't know yet.

Thank you for coming.

Mother insisted.

I understand you want me to do some weaving with you.

I'm sorry you were upset the last time we saw each other.

It's of no consequence.

Are you fond of weaving?

So did I.

And how is your brother?

Is he still in Mediolanum? He is.

Lovely town, so I'm told.

Healthy air. Domina.

What is it, Elinor?

It's a word from Greece.

Caesar has won.

And Pompey's armies are completely destroyed.

And my son?

No word.

Thank you.

Halt! In the name of Rome!

Calls himself Rome now, does he?

Shameless. Who are you?

What's your purpose?

We are Rome, boy.

What's left of it?

Come to surrender to your chief.

Brutus!

Cicero!

How happy I am to see you.

I thought you were dead.

Sir, I... I've come here honorably, with no request for mercy, to

surrender my arms and my horses as this... Shh!

We have no talk of surrender.

We've merely quarreled a little. Now we are friends again, eh?

That is most generous of you.

and natural to your manly nature, but I cannot.

I pull it away.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

Not at all.

It is I I'm sorry.

I presented you with an impossible dilemma.

You did only what you thought honorable, I'm sure.

I kiss you for it.

Thank you.

I will not forget this grace. As I was saying, a most generous.

But what of Pompey? Tell me he lives.

He lives. Thank the gods.

Where is he?

He... He does not plan to surrender.

That is insane.

He cannot escape. Where can he go?

Skippy are with him.

Cato.

They have fled to Africa.

What am I thinking of?

Asking you questions when you must be so hungry and thirsty.

Come.

I, uh... I think I would rather... I insist.

Come.

So with this hand, otherwise engaged, I intend to...

Over again!

His father, King Ptolemy Auletes XII, was a close friend of mine.

I was always assured a loving welcome in Egypt.

I remember on one occasion I was out hunting with the king.

We were hunting lions, you see.

Only the king was rather a poor bowman.

And we couldn't tell if the lion was wounded.

And I'm friends.

Feeling better, eh?

Strong? Strong enough.

Tell me something. What was the name of that Roman?

His name is... Ineos Mela.

Ineos Mela.

That's what he said.

What do you hear of Caesar and Pompey?

They fought, I heard.

And?

You know who won.

Tell us.

I was going to let you in anyway.

What's he talking about?

You boys are clever fellows, I bet.

Know how to fight.

Me and my boys can't take his people alone.

Us and you together?

No problem.

We go down middle on the reward.

Not a bad idea. You can have the wife and children.

I take the slaves.

Walk away.

Do not speak of this again.

I see. Think you don't need me.

Think you can keep the reward for yourself. Fuck you. Not going to happen.

Don't. Fuck you.

I gave you your lives back. I can take them away again. Easy.

I am finished speaking.

You will turn and run.

That way. That way?

What about this way?

Do not stop until you're out of my sight, and do not delay, or I will kill

you.

What's wrong with him?

I am finished speaking.

Bit harsh, isn't it?

Fair enough deal he was offering, I thought.

What is the meaning of this?

Speak up. This man was in my employ.

He planned to assault you, sir. How do you know?

He asked us to participate.

He refused, stabbed him to death on my behalf. A good friend to me and such

short acquaintance. What is your name?

Lucius Varinus, prefect in Ivocati of the 13th Legion of Gaius, Julius Caesar,

Titus Pullo legionary of Seine.

Salve, Lucius Varinus.

I am...

A Neos Mellor.

A Pergamon.

Neos Mellor.

You must consider yourself under my charge.

I do not understand.

Consider yourself a prisoner of the 13th Legion.

I'm just a merchant. We know who you are, sir.

I own you! Understand?

You, you, bury him.

The rest of you, don't let him leave.

Lucius Varinus, I must speak with you alone.

Stay here.

Of course, I do not say I am who you think I am, but I've spent some years in

the army. Perhaps we met on some campaign or other.

Perhaps that's why I seem familiar.

Perhaps.

I recall the 13th.

Was it a leisure?

It was.

There's a battle I've always wished to have seen.

25 miles of works, wasn't it?

Yeah, 30.

30? How many men did you have? 60,000.

Against, well, almost double the Gauls?

At least double.

The best men of every tribe in Gaul.

Ah.

Seizing and fight.

I'll give him that.

I remember when he was not much older than you. I sent him to winter quarters

in... Where was it?

No matter.

Long time gone.

I must ask you, sir, if I may.

How did he come to this road?

Surely Pompey had Caesar at greater disadvantage.

He did.

He did.

It didn't seem possible to lose.

It's always a bad sign.

The battlefield was on a plain by a river at the foot of some

low hills.

Like this you see The lines met here My men held their

ground well So I sent my horses at his right flank which is

Perfectly correct you agree I do Only the cowards were repulsed

Repulsed by a single cohort of reserves turned and fled 200 horses

crashed directly into my left flank.

Rolled up my line like a carpet.

Put the whole damned army to flight.

And here I am.

It's how Pompey Magnus was defeated.

It's how the Republic died.

Good night, sir. Wait.

I will not... I will not ask favour or

mercy for myself.

But I beg you, consider the fate of my

wife and children.

Let me take them to Egypt while they will be safe.

And friends.

Consider that.

Go back to sleep.

Unwise and unfriendly, I call it.

Unwise and unfriendly.

And for why?

Why?

We had him.

We had him.

Horses. Never mind horses.

Never mind gold.

Caesar would have given us farms and fields and orchards and great flocks of

slaves and cattle and this knows what. Schist! Pompey Magnus is no damn slave

to be sold for money.

Don't see why not. There's a great deal you don't see.

A great deal he doesn't see neither.

You and only 12 other men survived that storm.

Out of 5,000, you're being kept alive for some great purpose,

no doubt.

Oh, well, you know, sir.

Here's some interesting news.

Indeed.

Sir, in course of our journey here, we encountered Gnaeus Pompey Magnus with

his family and a party of servants.

Where? On the road to Amphipoli. With a mule train.

A mule train.

Priceless. He intends to take ship for Egypt, sir.

Family and servants, you say?

No soldiers?

None, sir. Not one man left. Not one.

Poor wretch.

Why then, be that so, did you not apprehend him? Now, here's the onion.

I thought it would be wrong to do so.

Explain yourself.

His hands tremble, sir.

His clothes were dirty. There was water in his eyes. He is broken.

I saw no need to apprehend him.

I'd like to add that legionary pillow took no part in my decision, sir.

You saw no need.

Do you not see that Pompey may be broken like a Dacian catamite and still be

dangerous?

If he is still living, he will be a standard around which our enemies will

gather.

As long as he can be propped on a horse, he's dangerous.

But you saw no need to apprehend him. I did not, sir.

Who but a son of this gives you the right to make such judgments? Sir, I am

aware that I have not done my duty, and I respectfully ask your pardon.

My pardon, he asks.

I ought to have you scourged and crucified.

In future you will remember that it is I that offers mercy, no one else.

Clear?

Clear, sir.

Dismiss.

I do not like to disagree with you, but you are being far too lenient with him.

He let Pompey go and you let him live?

The man should be made an example of.

Any other man, certainly.

But those two, they found my stolen standard.

Now they survive a wreck that drowned an army and find Pompey Magnus on a beach.

They have powerful gods on their side, and I will not kill any man with friends

of that sort.

Posca, tell Fulvio to start breaking camp.

We're going to Egypt.

General Pompey, sir.

Remember me?

Lucius Septimius.

Centurion Septimius, as was.

I was with you in Spain.

Fourth Legion, third cohort.

Lucius Septimius, of course.

What are you doing here, of all places?

Working for the gypo, sir.

Huh? I know, sir. It's not the force by no means.

A man's got to earn his salt, though, eh? True enough.

What's all this then, soldier?

Not much of a welcome party.

Well, we're no Egyptians, sir.

It's just their way.

Funny people.

Yeah, they are.

Come on.

Onward, friend.

Sorry, sir.

Thank you.