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— Give report!

— Spartacus’ cavalry has broken our western flank.

— That fucking savage.

— Give signal to re-form to the south.

— Kill him!

— We must go!

— Spartacus!

— The Romans have sounded retreat.

— We have won the day.

— We have won nothing.

— Cossinius and Furius again slip from grasp.

— The same cannot be said

— for many that stood with them.

— The field is thick with the dead.

— Deserved fate.

— For all who would see us again to shackle and whip.

— Another standard lost?

— It is a grave wound inflicted upon the Republic, Cossinius.

— A deeper one would have been suffered,

— had we not withdrawn from battle.

— It confounds the fucking senses.

— How could a handful of errant slaves continue to vex us?

— I fear their numbers have been sorely underestimated

— within the Senate.

— Spartacus’ mongrel horde has swelled

— with each passing victory,

— since Glaber’s defeat at Vesuvius.

— They added thousands to rank

— liberating the mines of Lucania.

— Slaves across the Republic,

— humble and grateful to their masters

— for so many years, have broken to treachery

— in the wake of ever expanding
legend of Spartacus.

— Untold numbers joined his cause

— after Scrofa fell to him on the banks of the Calor.

— His standards and fasces falling to the enemy,

— as the man himself.

— Such chaos and death at the hands

— of a fucking slave.

— You will discover this fucking slave

— at the very gates of Rome itself,

— if reinforcements are not dispatched.

— Lucullus battles Mithridates near the Black Sea.

— Antonius sails against the pirates plaguing Crete.

— Pompey yet struggles with the renegade.

— Sertorius in Espainia.

— The resources of the Senate

— are drained by these conflicts.

— We have not the men nor the coin to procure them.

— There is one among us who could fund endeavor

— from his own purse.

— And never feel sting of its cost.

— I had hoped to avoid involving the man.

— We would not be beholden to him
any more than you, Metellus.

— Produce alternative, and we shall seize upon it.

— Very well.

— I shall return to Rome and entreat Crassus

— to aid in crushing Spartacus and his rebellion.

— And in the act, attempt to redress grievous injury

— inflicted upon the honor of the Republic.

— The field has been stripped of weapons and horses.

— The Romans’ loss again becomes our bounty.

— What of Gannicus?

— I would have his report as well.

— You well know the man.

— He favors celebration after a victory.

— Often for many days.

— A thing I would gladly give blessing.

— After Cossinius and Furius fall from concern.

— They have proven themselves no fools.

— And may yet attempt bold maneuver.

— Double our sentries in surrounding hills.

— I would not be caught unaware.

— You give those shits credit beyond due.

— Underestimating your opponent is a Roman trait, Agron.

— Do not fall prey to it.

— Cossinius and Furius come to the end of their days.

— With each passing sun, hundreds of slaves

— break bond to join our cause.

— Agron is not wrong in this.

— Soon we shall have the advantage of numbers.

— Gauge prowess of all that have joined us,

— and see them readied.

— I would strike again at nearest opportunity,

— and give further warning to the fools in Rome

— seeking to grind us beneath heel.

— Every day for months he wrestles with the man,

— groans and grunts filling ear.

— Your father is a dedicated student.

— And I forced to stand witness to the lessons,

— while more pressing matters fall to ill attention.

— Apologies, Dominus.

— I lose myself in the heat of contest.

— Less than a scratch.

— Worse deserved for not anticipating blow.

— You are quick of study.

— Yet you open flank to injury

— when perceived advantage is pressed.

— The ruin of many a man within the Senate.

— Let us return to lesson after evening meal is broken.

— Dominus.

— The rumors prove true, Crassus.

— You take instruction from a slave.

— Hilarus stood a champion of the arena for many years.

— I paid his lanista more coin than you’ll ever see

— in your life to purchase the man,

— and impart what he’s learned of the games.

— And of the men who have drawn blood upon the sands.

— Gladiators.

— You strike upon very subject of my visit.

— If we may break word in private?

— Oh, Tiberius is well trained in the ways of men.

— I would expose him to those of the Senate as well.

— To the matter,

— we’ve have suffered unexpected complications

— in our conflict with the rebel Spartacus.

— Cossinius and Furius have fallen?

— They live, but find themselves

— in need of reinforcement.

— An expensive thing to acquire,

— in these troubled times.

— Their asses must be sore from the ramming

— Spartacus has given, to come begging to me.

— No one is begging.

— They are asking assistance

— from a loyal member of the Senate.

— How much assistance?

— Ten thousand men.

— It would take considerable coin and effort

— to raise such a force.

— And in return you will be offered a command.

— Under Cossinius and Furius, of course.

— An offer better received from the men themselves.

— They’ve withdrawn to a villa on the outskirts

— of Nuceria, within short ride

— of what remains of their legion to the north.

— Spartacus continues to gather force

— in the valley of Campania.

— You know I would not have come

— if situation did not demand of it.

— No. You would not.

— Their terms are agreeable.

— I will dispatch message to them immediately.

— Best I send my own men,

— to ensure it arrives at intended destination.

— Whatever your will.

— To voice truth of it, I had expected you to extort

— inflated title at the very least,

— as Pompey did to take his charge against Sertorius.

— My interest lies only in title and honor earned.

— Apologies for ever suspecting less.

— You would agree to serve beneath Cossinius and Furius,

— absent true command?

— It would appear so.

— I have heard how you berate their names,

— how foolish and vain you think them and Senator Metellus.

— Father – The time for words has ended.

— Spartacus must fall,

— and I shall set upon what path I must

— to see day hastened.

— For the glory of Rome.

— I saw it with my own fucking eyes!

— In the heat of battle, blood and brains thick to the knee.

— And Gannicus, in the middle of it all!

— Strips to his fucking cock,

— bellowing to the Romans to kneel before him

— and receive golden tribute!

— In my defense, I had taken much wine that day,

— not expecting Spartacus to turn and attack Scrofa.

— There is more wine?

— My friends, are of thirst.

— Your woman brings gifts!

— Gifts, yes.

— Not for you.

— Out.

— Out.

— It is my fucking tent.

— Out.

— We shall find another.

— Hopefully as well stocked.

— Is it imagining, or do we rise to heights

— unknown in wake of battle?

— As all men do, when bathed in blood and victory.

— When Rome falls, I fear we shall

— split the heavens in celebration.

— And fuck Jupiter

— as he plummets to the earth.

— Oh, you believe you fuck as a god now?

— I boast but upon evidence given.

— Couple proud words with wine,

— and see them better received.

— You afforded yourself well upon the field this day.

— You stand surprised?

— I have always believed in you, Nasir.

— Even when you were yet a contrary

— little Syrian slave boy.

— My eyes were yet shrouded.

— I am forever in Spartacus’ debt, for parting veil.

— A debt shared equally by all.

— One we shall repay with Roman lives.

— You summoned me?

— I would not have had to.

— If you had reported in with Crixus

— and Agron days ago.

— My attentions were called by pressing matters.

— Of women and drink?

— Are there any more so?

— Days can not pass after battle without your report.

— We fought.

— We won.

— Does that cover needed ground?

— Hmm.

— You have proven valuable asset

— against the Romans.

— Yet I would have you stand more

— than just another sword.

— Take rightful place beside Crixus and myself,

— as a leader.

— I will give life to your cause,

— in honor of Oenomaus.

— I may even believe in it myself upon a day.

— But I am no leader, nor seek to be one.

— There are many that already look to you as such.

— A greater number still would follow you in battle.

— You mean die for me?

— For the cause.

— I would not be set above my brothers,

— and thought greater than I am.

— As many begin to think of you.

— I do not wish it.

— Yet it is so.

— They begin to speak of you as a god.

— And may react poorly when you prove yourself mortal.

— Victory against the Romans is my only concern.

— And how is it defined?

— When Cossinius and Furius

— struck from this world?

— You know that will not be the end of it.

— Rome will send more and more in their wake.

— Then they too shall fall.

— And when we have laid waste to the mighty Republic?

— What will you turn your wrath upon then hmmm?

— The men that set you on this path,

— the men that took your wife from you.

— They are gone from this world. Their wives too,

— in past news of Lucretia and Ilithyia’s fall.

— A thousand lives would not equal Sura’s.

— I dared to love a woman once.

— When I was a slave to Batiatus.

— She yet draws breath?

— I would give the world to have it so.

— A fate too common, for men such as us.

— I had my vengeance, as you did.

— And stood as empty.

— Until Oenomaus forgave betrayal.

— Oenomaus?

— It was his wife I lost heart to.

— Even when freedom was gained,

— shackles

— of what I had done to those I loved remained.

— With final breath, Oenomaus struck chains

— that bound me.

— There is no one I hold to heart, left

— to break such balming words.

— Absent such, a man must speak them to himself.

— Words also denied me.

— You seek them in the voice of
thousands, clamoring for blood?

— I could not save my wife.

— And I can fight to see a day

— when no innocent life is so easily disregarded.

— A day when the Romans and their cruelty

— are but distant memory.

— May you find peace in its arrival, brother.

— Let us share wine and women,

— and set aside such heavy fucking thoughts.

— The offer is much appreciated.

— Then I will drink and fuck in your name.

— Fight when called upon.

— The very steps to the Roman Senate

— if that is where your madness leads.

— Raise offer to 350 denarii

— and two iugera of land.

— We must elevate numbers quickly.

— I will dispatch Sabinus and see it done.

— I thought you to bed.

— Tiberius has filled his ears with talk of war.

— The battle rages in his head, vanquishing slumber.

— Is it true?

— You ride with an army against Spartacus?

— Yes to defend the Republic,

— as is the duty of all Romans.

— I’m a Roman. I will go with you.

— Oh, would that you were of an age,

— to stand by your father’s side.

— Now for your bed, Publius,

— and dream of future laurels.

— Yes, father.

— He would follow you to the shores

— of the afterlife, if so commanded.

— As would Tiberius.

— He will hold place amongst my troops when they march.

— A place?

— He deserves position of note,

— worthy of the name he bears.

— He does not yet hold the years

— for the title of Tribune.

— Coin and persuasion would see

— such rules set aside–

— He has not earned it.

— Tiberius has shown great promise as a soldier.

— Yet he falls from target in strategy and discerning mind.

— Then lend instruction.

— My lessons never cease.

— It is for him to apply them.

— Your work carries into night?

— And threatens break of dawn.

— I shall see food and wine brought.

— Kore shall tend to my needs.

— Of course.

— Your bed awaits.

— If you find want of it.

— It is an honor long deserved, to be given command.

— One he finds beneath Cossinius and Furius.

— I have never known your father

— to remain beneath anyone for length of time.

— Ah, perhaps the years have tempered desire

— for laurels and adulation of the crowds.

— And what of your desires?

— Apollo himself would be set ablaze by them.

— I shall remember not to stand too near,

— for fear of melted wings.

— I would not have you from my side in this, Sabinus.

— The gods themselves could not wrest me from it.

— I will see offer raised and numbers elevated.

— Gratitude.

— I recall a time when you and Sabinus were but children,

— playing at war with wooden sticks.

— Such games are of the past.

— A thing yet proven to your father.

— Do not give him cause to further doubt you.

— Any shall be swept from thought,

— when I stand awash in the blood of our enemies.

— Watch your left!

— Watch for the swing!

— Raise fucking guard!

— Your boy grows fiercer by the day.

— Soon even I shall fear to call him little man.

— At least now I will be able to
understand you when you yield,

— you simple shit.

— Spartacus…

— Next man! Take position!

— Let’s go! Let’s go!

— Begin! Come on!

— We test the last of those that have joined us.

— How do you find them?

— Enthusiastic.

— Yet short of skill.

— Many among us once stood as such.

— These will soon prove as worthy.

— Perhaps not all.

— Next man!

— Do not speak of this.

— Go.

— Diotimos?

— If I were?

— Inside.

— Quickly.

— I can spare no more than this,

— so do not fucking ask.

— Gratitude, gratitude.

— You have killed a horse?

— Lower fucking voice.

— I would not follow the animal

— in crush news of meat would bring.

— Who gave permission?

— A man atop a horse in battle is valued ten

— upon foot.

— He was gravely wounded against the Romans.

— I would have sought permission

— from the great man upon the hill,

— but King Spartacus is far too busy waging war

— to bother with such low concerns.

— What moves you to such thoughts?

— Open fucking eyes you have your answer.

— I begin to question turning from
the calm of the ocean breeze

— and the safety of my city’s walls.

— You were a free man, then?

— Far removed.

— I toiled beneath the heel of a most unpleasant shit

— in Sinuessa en Valle.

— Yet he at least provided for fucking needs.

— Did you expect freedom to come absent cost?

— No.

— Yet absent fucking plan to be clothed or fed

— we must take matters into our own hands.

— Or risk early grave waiting for the Bringer

— of Fucking Rain to bless us with much needed shower.

— Weather will soon turn cold,

— and with it– Spartacus!

— A clutch of Romans ride from the north,

— attempting to slip past our position.

— You are Spartacus?

— Apologies, I-I did – Still tongue.

— You may not always have full belly or warm cloak,

— but while I draw breath you have freedom

— to speak your heart.

— Even against the great man upon the hill.

— Fuck the gods.

— You there!

— What is your purpose so near rebel encampment?

— Who else is with you?

— Find fucking tongue.

— Who is with you?

— Death.

— Rahh!

— We must follow.

— No. A spear. Quickly.

— I stand your equal with sword.

— Yet you have me by fucking spear.

— Spartacus.

— This one carried a message.

— What does it say?

— Ten thousand?

— Led by Marcus Crassus Himself.

— Cossinius and Furius will see their numbers swell,

— stripping advantage.

— We could lay trap. Here, upon the Appian Way.

— Catch them by surprise before they have chance

— to join their brothers.

— That would place us between.

— Crassus advancing from the north

— and Cossinius and Furius in the south.

— We do not have the men to face armies on both fronts.

— We must strike Cossinius and Furius

— before odds tip to imbalance.

— We have inflicted nagging wound.

— Yet for months we have failed
to shatter resolve of their men.

— Perhaps the heads of their commanders

— carried before us would so sway them.

— Trophies proven difficult to win.

— On the field of battle, yes.

— By what is written here, message was not directed

— to where their troops lie.

— It speaks of hope that word finds them safe

— within the villa.

— They have gone to ground?

— Warm bath and the comfort of women,

— if my days in Rome are of worth.

— Where is this villa?

— It does not say.

— Then we return to beginning.

— We intercepted Crassus’ men here, riding southeast.

— Cossinius and Furius would seek to stay

— within reasonable distance of their men.

— Would place their villa

— somewhere within this region.

— How do we divine which is theirs?

— They are no fools, as you have said.

— We will know location by placement of sentries.

— And sizable force they no doubt have

— without villa to lend protection.

— Then we descend upon them with every sword we have.

— No.

— We risk discovery moving against
the villa with large numbers.

— Cossinius and Furius would be alerted,

— and have chance to slip again from grasp.

— Yet a few men might penetrate defense unnoticed…

— A few against many.

— Much as the old days.

— Gannicus, Crixus– I would have you at my side.

— I am to stand idle, with arm up fucking ass?

— You are to lead in my absence.

— Gather every man and woman that can hold weapon.

— Towards what purpose?

— One of vital importance, if we are to gain victory.

— It is plan born of fevered mind.

— As often springs from his brow.

— Yet if we can see it– If.

— A word forever casting shadow.

— You burn brightly enough to light darkest night.

— I voice concern and you offer flattery.

— I offer truth.

— Your fire blazes to rival the fucking sun.

— These hands, once trembled with broken memory,

— now stand as strong as the steel they wield.

— Because of you.

— Because your heart is strong.

— And your will undeniable force,

— as I have often discovered.

— I would not be from your side.

— Nor I yours,

— but this night it must be so.

— Stay near to Agron,

— and follow command.

— Kill many Romans.

— And return to my arms

— with their blood

— hot upon you.

— The bodies of the dead

— be all that greet Crassus and his army.

— Sword.

— There is yet much to be done,

— if we are to move against Spartacus.

— Hmmm, much.

— Yet you waste hour sparring with a common slave.

— Was Spartacus not also once thought of as such?

— Would you dismiss him so casually as well?

— No. Yet for all his victories

— Spartacus is still a slave.

— He’s a man.

— No better or worse than any sharing title.

— You would place him upon equal footing with a Roman?

— In some regards, he’s proven to stand even higher.

— Psst.

— You believe wealth and position grant you

— advantage over those beneath you?

— I believe we tower above a slave in all things,

— no matter what name he bears.

— Then couple words with actions,

— and prove belief.

— Well, you’ve been well trained

— in the Roman ways of combat.

— Surely you can best a common slave.

— Apologies, Dominus. I did not mean to…

— You did but teach lesson sorely needed.

— As Spartacus schools those who consider themselves gods,

— perched far above lesser men.

— And laughs as they tumble from the heavens.

— There are too many.

— Even for us.

— Then let us pause moment.

— And see numbers thinned.

— The die has been cast.

— We cannot reverse throw.

— There has been no word from Metellus.

— He takes overly long.

— And with what haste could we expect

— reply from Longinus for aid?

— Cisalpine Gaul lays twice distance than Rome.

— At least consider dispatching message–

— Praetor.

— The rebel army gathers near our legions in the north.

— Give Mummius orders for first

— and second cohorts to move to support them.

— To fuck with Crassus.

— We shall rejoin our men and take Spartacus ourselves.

— Fetch armor and sword! Quickly!

— Agron’s advance on position

— to the north draws them away.

— Not all.

— The gods have heard my prayers.

— There is no boast in easy victory.

— Stay to the shadows.

— And let us end this.

— He speaks to me as he would a child.

— Then prove him wrong, and do not pout as one.

— An army not yet raised to maturity.

— Preparation for long march and campaign ignored.

— All in favor of playing with this fucking brute.

— I do not understand his mind.

— Set aside wounded pride and think as he would.

— And see shrouded mystery parted.

— Swiftly. Before they are discovered from their post.

— We do not know how many await inside.

— Let us pray they are not too few.

— I am encircled by mad fucks.

— And begin to count myself as one.

— The gods favor us.

— Spartacus holds no belief in them.

— I pray this night they prove me wrong.

— Dominus, it takes time to master technique.

— I well know it can swell frustration.

— My frustrations lie not with myself.

— Dominus? If I have done something to offend…

— The only offense lies in what you do not do.

— You hold back in your assault.

— Do you think I’m not worthy of it?

— As the Senate believes me unworthy of a true command?

— No, Dominus.

— None stand more worthy of respect than you.

— Then see it given.

— Come at me.

— As you would an opponent in the arena,

— absent thought of mercy.

— Father–

— We all have lessons that must learned.

— I would have this my final test.

— And in its completion, knowledge that I am readied

— to face those trained in your arts upon field of battle.

— You ask me to kill you.

— I command you to try.

— Then you command my death.

— If you’re victorious, it will be at the cost of my life.

— If you fall to my sword, my life is equally forfeit.

— Tiberius. Bear witness.

— If Hilarus strikes me down

— he’s to be rewarded with his freedom

— and ten thousand denarii.

— You cannot be serious.

— A man’s true enemy is doubt.

— A thing I would not carry into battle

— against Spartacus.

— Make choice.

— Or fall where you stand.

— Your will, Dominus.

— My hands.

— First and second garrison ride to join the legion.

— Spartacus does not hold the numbers

— for decisive victory.

— What is his mind in such attack?

— Let us see his skull split open,

— and read his fucking thoughts upon the ground–

— Spartacus.

— Stay together.

— You must stop this.

— He has given command.

— It must be obeyed.

— Come on!

— We must see you to safety.

— I will not fucking turn from him again.

— Seize reason. We will return with more men

— and see Spartacus to his fate.

— Don’t let them away!

— Go!

— You were waiting…

— for me to think you’d made misstep I warned you of…

— Knowledge and patience.

— The only counter to greater skill.

— You have been well schooled.

— Know that your service

— will not pass unremembered.

— The coin I promised had you bested me

— shall be set towards monument

— to the storied gladiator Hilarus.

— It has been the greatest of honors

— to have served you, Dominus.

— The honor was mine.

— Fucking savages have blocked us from egress.

— Take shelter here.

— I will not fall trapped as fucking animal.

— Your cause is lost.

— The mistake is mine.

— In not foreseeing you would attack in the night,

— as the thieves and cutthroats you prove.

— A mistake you shall not make again.

— Name terms of surrender,

— and let us be done with this.

— There are none I would trust a Roman to honor.

— Gather their heads.

— A most ill-fated turn.

— And yet news of calamity

— does not end with their deaths.

— Absent proper command,

— I fear Cossinius and Furius’ men

— will soon be scattered to the winds.

— Yes it was most unfortunate

— their leaders fell before my arrival.

— Even more unfortunate that your messenger appears

— to have taken routes that passed

— so near the rebel encampment.

— Give plain voice.

— If you’re of a mind.

— Let us move from clouded past

— and turn eye towards pressing future.

— Sole command and charge to bring Spartacus

— to deserved end is now yours.

— Along with title of Imperator, if you so wish it.

— I serve the glory of Rome.

— As do we all.

— You planned this.

— From the moment Metellus offered command

— under Cossinius and Furius.

— The House of Crassus bows to no one.

— How did you know Spartacus

— would make attempt on their lives,

— instead of fleeing when knowledge was gained

— of your army advancing from Rome?

— Because it is what I would have done.

— Mummius and the last of the Romans

— flee to the west.

— Sight of their leaders’ heads upon pike

— has broken fucking spirit.

— Let us give chase, and see them all to equal fate.

— We have won our victory.

— I would see us far from here

— in advance of Crassus and his army.

— The mighty Spartacus turns from unwinnable fight?

— Our numbers have grown beyond wildest expectation.

— Yet winter will soon be upon us.

— To face hunger and cold as well as Crassus

— would drag us to certain doom.

— We must seek advantage of supplies and shelter.

— One that can be defended if set upon,

— until spring warms intent.

— There is not a villa in all the lands

— that could hold so many.

— No, there is not.

— Only a city could hold us now.

— And we shall tear one from the flesh of Rome,

— and salt mortal wound

— with blood and death.

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