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— He was reaching for the food, you mad cunt!

— Attius stands with us.

— He stands a fucking Roman.

— Crassus denies me sharpened blade.

— Under what purpose?

— Personal matter.

— Brigands of Cilicia.

— Pirates?

— The Ædile and I had an arrangement.

— I will not beg for my life.

— Do this thing…

— And you will be released.

— Your man make fight gone.

— Ulpianus?

— Tell me where they are.

— I don’t know who you speak of.

— Tell your men to advance.

— Your father gave strict order not…

— My father desires a wolf of battle.

— Advance!

— Stand ground, stand your fucking ground!

— Retreat!

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— That should do it.

— Here then, you cunt!

— There stands greater worry

— than grain carried to port by Cilician shits.

— What would you have us feast upon?

— Promise of better days?

— I would see bellies filled with the death of Romans.

— Crassus is certain to dispatch more soldiers.

— And we should be preparing to greet them.

— We are.

— By ensuring our own do not go into battle

— weakened by hunger.

— Full sails, we here for the night.

— Heracleo.

— How fares recent venture?

— If you are of a thirst, the gods have shown favor.

— You carry no grain?

— A clutch of amphoras so filled were liberated from Roman ship.

— Yet its captain held more stock in drink than seed of bread.

— Wine will not feed my people.

— The Romans have stored most of their harvest

— against encroaching chill.

— Difficulty rises in securing such bounty.

— As does its price?

— Yeah.

— Ah!

— Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

— Move back!

— Whoa, hold and fall to reason!

— See each to a handful, and clear them from the docks.

— Spartacus.

— More slaves taken afoot approach gate.

— Will you see them to a handful as well?

— Do you know of my sister?

— I haven’t laid eyes since the city fell.

— We should not be wasting what little food we have

— on fucking Romans.

— You know my mind upon subject.

— I stand with Crixus towards it.

— I have given Læta my word.

— It will not be broken.

— Let me in, please!

— If you hold weapon you must give over before entering city!

— Fuck!

— Weapon?

— Just this.

— Merci.

— It seems a lifetime past, that I stood as him.

— Show brand, and see what you…

— Show brand or mark,

— to prove you stand former slave and no friend of the Republic!

— We have nowhere to go!

— Show me your brand. Show brand.

— The most fearsome weapons yet exposed.

— I would take no offense to closer inspection…

— Next.

— Show me your brand, show me your brand.

— We need a place to sleep!

— Open bag!

— Put mind at ease, brother.

— You’ll have no need of this here.

— Spartacus does not favor his people holding coin.

— Spartacus!

— This one carries knowledge of Crassus’ army.

— I say about a half day’s march from our wharves.

— How great a force?

— Larger than fucking city by her word.

— Yet he has made camp and holds advance.

— Why stay hand when it grips such numbers?

— He but grips his own fucking cock

— if he believes we will…

— Run! Fucking Romans!

— The Romans!

— Seal the gate!

— Give fucking way!

— Fucking shits drew upon us when pressed to show brand.

— Gratitude for assistance.

— There is no greater glory…

— Than the death of your enemy.

— I would lay eyes upon your brand friend.

— Well, that presents some difficulties.

— More so if you are absent one.

— My dominus branded all his slaves

— close to cock and cunt,

— equally enjoyed upon drunken nights.

— With that knife I rid myself of him and his fucking mark…

— Fall to cover and join the others.

— Sever their heads and set them to pike upon wall,

— as warning against future attempt.

— Crixus, Gannicus, Agron…

— I would have much needed words.

— It seizes heart, to know you in such pain.

— A deeper wound stands removed from sight.

— He has not come to your side?

— I recall my father’s grim visage

— when first you delivered me to encampment.

— I have not since laid eyes upon it.

— Place no worries in the absence.

— The Imperator’s mind

— is taken with thoughts

— of coming battle

— against Spartacus.

— We move to reclaim the city?

— I have received no order to break encampment.

— Though a large number of men have been dispatched north.

— North?

— Towards what purpose?

— I do not hold your father’s confidence in such matters.

— We stand as one in such regard.

— What of Cæsar?

— Does he circle fading corpse,

— eager to strip flesh of title as word and will of my father?

— He no longer stands among us.

— Cæsar has fallen?

— He but follows command.

— Leave us.

— You have given Cæsar mission?

— One always intended.

— He secrets himself among the rebels,

— to hasten their fall.

— The reason you ordered he remain unshorn.

— To assume guise of errant slave.

— One must appear as wolf to be welcomed by the pack.

— A plan well considered.

— I will stand by your side when it bears deadly fruit.

— That day has not yet arrived.

— Rest, allow wound to properly heal.

— Uh, I am your word and your will, Father.

— A position not commanded from upon back.

— See yourself to uniform.

— And let us break words towards your men’s punishment,

— for foolish attempt against Spartacus.

— Mystery of Crassus holding advance falls to discovery.

— The fucking cock on him.

— Believing a few men could end rebellion.

— Crassus does not move as the others we have faced.

— He adopts our strategies,

— in effort to twist them against us.

— We should heed caution,

— and see the gates remain closed.

— I will not deny entry

— to those who have risked life to break from their masters.

— A thing born late in any regard.

— Many unknown to us

— have already passed through gate

— to join cause, if outward form

— does not conceal darker intent.

— If there stand such among our ranks,

— we must see them exposed.

— You scale a mountain of ifs.

— I would add to its peak.

— If you are struck down by one of your errant flock,

— how would they fare absent guidance?

— Crixus would see them upon proper path.

— With aid of wise council,

— gathered at this table.

— I pray to the gods

— that is a day I never see come to pass, brother.

— Yet if I held sole command,

— I would move swiftly against Crassus.

— On this we share thought.

— We are men of blood and battle.

— And the streets grow restless with idle purpose.

— We must stay course agreed upon.

— We hold advantage of city walls;

— Crassus’ legions will suffer on open plains,

— while we train swelling numbers

— to see weakened foe to the afterlife.

— Would that Attius was still alive,

— to forge more weapons.

— You would see traitor live,

— and Naevia with brains upon fucking sand?

— Let Attius stand as promised fate

— for all who would see Roman slaves from shackle.

— Fix mind upon the present,

— gauge prowess of those newly among us.

— Escaped Romans yet to be found,

— Crassus upon our gate,

— and you would have me play fucking doctore?

— I would have you observe with watchful eye.

— Any that measure beyond expectation

— may reveal themselves more than they appear.

— Join brother, and see it done.

— A lifetime ago the words «fucking Gauls»

— would spring from mouth.

— If it did fall to Crixus to…

— You are yet among the living,

— and I would see it remain so.

— Until threat is known,

— I will be as fucking shadow.

— Then darken heel,

— and let us move to better know mind of our enemy.

— If I stood Roman,

— my sword would have your life in favor of ass.

— Again!

— If that man proves assassin,

— then I am Jupiter’s fucking cock.

— Hmm.

— No skill.

— Small cock.

— You.

— Step forward.

— I have witnessed your skill with knife upon the unsuspecting.

— Let us see how you fare with sword

— against more discerning eye.

— We waste fucking effort.

— If there is a Roman among them,

— would they not feign ignorance

— of the ways of fighting men?

— An animal cannot hide truer nature.

— When pressed to corner,

— it will expose teeth and snap jaw.

— You are no stranger to the clash of steel.

— All shepherds are versed in sound.

— Many seek to claim another master’s stock

— upon hill and plain.

— And what did your dominus call his defender of goat,

— before he slipped from grasp?

— Lyciscus.

— A name forced upon me.

— One I desire quickly shed.

— I shall have rematch, upon a day.

— You.

— Step forward, and attempt to remain from fucking ground.

— They take interest in you.

— Do they take it in you as well?

— And with coin I saw you relieving those

— seeking refuge within your walls?

— Break such words again,

— and I shall relieve you of something

— far more valuable.

— Ah, you mistake intent, brother.

— I mention deed only towards thoughts of my own.

— A city such as this holds great opportunity,

— for those brave enough to seize it.

— She turns from offer of villa

— for straw and the smell of shit?

— For reason fallen upon understanding ear.

— The mind of a woman.

— A foreign thing.

— I would have words alone, and see it deciphered.

— She holds no threat.

— I shall place myself at entrance.

— With sword clutched in fucking hand.

— Did not think the Slayer of the Shadow of Death

— had need of protector.

— Unfortunate precaution, in wake of morning’s events.

— Word carries of the attack.

— Does it also carry word of Marcus Crassus,

— the man who commanded it?

— Crassus…

— You are pleased with the man

— Rome has sent to kill me.

— Crassus stands as no other in certainty of intent.

— He will not stop short of your end.

— He is not the first Roman

— to believe himself capable of the act.

— Those that came before him did not hold wealth

— to turn Juno Moneta envious.

— Coin holds little worth upon the field of battle.

— What of a mind keen enough to amass it?

— Upon our first meeting you spoke of dealings with Crassus.

— I would know of anything ear may have caught.

— Such knowledge will not reverse sun,

— nor alter the course of river’s fate.

— Then there stands no reason to deny request.

— Our business with Crassus

— concerned only grain and shipment, nothing more.

— Yet my husband imparted story,

— shared by Ædile of Neapolis towards future dealings.

— The man was thick in negotiations with Crassus

— when he intercepted message from reviled competitor,

— offering more favorable terms to Crassus.

— While seeing both profit

— and valuable client soon to vanish,

— the Ædile burned errant message,

— swiftly agreed to Crassus’ demands.

— Only to discover months later

— Crassus himself had sent the message,

— intending for the Ædile to lay hands upon it,

— and move in direction desired.

— I too intercepted message from Crassus.

— And used what was gleaned

— to clear path for him to assume command.

— You have struck fear into the very heart of the Republic.

— Imagine the glory that awaits…

— the man who defeats you.

— Heracleo delivers less than expected.

— Rations must be lowered by another half.

— We will make due.

— Until Crassus reclaims the city.

— He does not stand the only one capable of the unexpected.

— Let us seek Heracleo,

— and a future even the mighty Crassus will not see coming.

— Dispatch another thousand men to aid Quinctius.

— We must see progress hastened.

— Imperator.

— My word and my will.

— You understand what that means?

— Yes, Father.

— Do you?

— The first battle in my campaign forever etched in history.

— As a victory for Spartacus.

— Father… He was not to be engaged

— until I arrived with proper force.

— Was command not fucking clear?!

— It was.

— Yet opportunity presented

— when Spartacus moved beyond city walls.

— I thought it greater offense not to seize moment.

— Apologies for disobeying your command, Father.

— A thing that could be forgiven in light of youth.

— Yet your men falling to retreat

— does not so easily slip from concern.

— I ordered them to stand ground.

— Yet they fled.

— Because they feared the enemy more than their commanders.

— A false assumption we must see corrected.

— What punishment would you have me inflict?

— One to stand warning.

— That death at the hands of Spartacus

— pales against the wrath of the House of Crassus.

— Decimation?

— Not since the days of Marius

— has savage ritual been so commanded.

— He would make example.

— Of what befalls a man who turns heel

— in face of enemy.

— The fault is mine.

— Had I obeyed your order to stand ground…

— Our men broke rank and fled.

— You were left absent choice.

— As my father now leaves me.

— Fifty men.

— Fifty stones.

— Five stained with the promise of death.

— Draw well and live.

— Draw poorly…

— You stayed at my side while the others ran.

— I am yet from this world because of you.

— Place it from mind.

— And pray I draw well.

— You do not deserve to be placed at risk among cowards.

— I will talk to my father

— and beg your removal from decimation.

— The act would only diminish you in his eyes.

— A thing I would never allow.

— You stand most honorable in his legions.

— And this is fucking reward!

— I shall do as commanded.

— As all soldiers must.

— The stables were a sweeter smell.

— Castus.

— Where is Heracleo?

— He was heavy with drink and whores last I laid eyes.

— Seek him upon deck of his ship.

— The man has a well known preference

— for sea and cunt, spread equally before him.

— Gratitude.

— Come, share cup, and we shall seek him together.

— We would not wallow in such low company.

— Ah…

— We are moved by pressing business.

— Another time.

— Hmm.

— Oh!

— You wish to fuck the man,

— make introduction and present cock.

— I would sooner caress shit and call it lover.

— Cilicians cannot be trusted.

— You are familiar with their kind?

— I have had the displeasure of their company,

— in years past.

— Choose words with care.

— Walk with taste.

— Spartacus calls them fucking ally.

— You do not share opinion?

— It would hold no fucking matter.

— I am but humble servant

— to the will of our glorious leader.

— I have heard rumor Spartacus stands a god among his people.

— I have imperiled life for his cause many times.

— At Vesuvius and Calor

— and battles far too numerous in the counting.

— Even in the taking of this fucking city.

— Only to witness remainder of enemy

— spared within its walls.

— And coin honestly gained

— stripped from hand to forge bargain

— with the fucking Cilicians.

— But small wonder you are forced to relieve

— what you can from those newly entering gate.

— A fraction of what is owed to me.

— That is all I carry.

— Consider it yours, toward our continued friendship.

— Too small a sum, to purchase so rare an item.

— Perhaps together we can see it grow.

— And both our fortunes rise.

— Apologies.

— I will not have you speak of this.

— Yes, Domina.

— I no longer stand as such.

— You may call me Læta.

— I often dreamed of being of your house.

— You were one of Laurus’, were you not?

— Many nights I laid prayers

— to be free of him.

— If only city did not need

— to fall in their answering.

— Embrace what you have.

— All can change in sudden moment.

— There, you fucking cunt!

— Brictius!

— Spartacus gave clear orders.

— No hands are to be laid upon these people.

— This Roman shit laid hands upon me,

— snapping at robe as I passed.

— I but entreated for word of my sister…

— Fuck your sister!

— Unleash cock, and find it severed.

— All their fucking heads should be set upon pike.

— Gratitude.

— Owed to Spartacus.

— I tend to agree about the pikes.

— Wait!

— My sister…

— Fabia…

— flaxen of hair, such as your woman.

— I beg of you, I must know if she lives.

— Many Roman dead.

— You join sister perhaps, touch again one of us.

— Please.

— I have not seen her.

— Hmm?

— Why Spartacus allow them live?

— I hold no understanding towards it,

— yet we shall honor desire.

— Gannicus, I must have words.

— None give little girl, not drink and fuck.

— She makes valid argument.

— You must listen.

— I have laid eyes upon something that lends worry.

— We have taken to each other’s arms many times.

— Yet never have soared so high.

— We are far from Rome.

— And tethers that prevent such flight.

— Gratitude.

— For allowing me to stay by your side.

— Mmm…

— I would never have you leave it.

— Your presence gives much needed comfort.

— It must weigh mind.

— This war with Spartacus.

— He is but nuisance, soon to fade from memory.

— My thoughts churn upon closer relation.

— You have said Tiberius’ wounds already mend.

— He will stand your word and will in coming days.

— Mmm.

— A weight I question placing again on so green a sapling.

— He grows stronger each day

— beneath warming sun of father’s guidance.

— Ah, Tiberius has given all to please me.

— To become honored soldier.

— Yet when eyes are greeted,

— there stands only a child before me.

— Playing at the games of men.

— He has fought and bled for the glory of Rome.

— For his Imperator.

— Does he not deserve to be treated

— as any other beneath your command?

— You know I stand sympathetic toward your plight.

— Our numbers have unexpectedly swelled.

— My men and I can only provide

— what we ourselves can lay hand upon.

— It is not enough.

— Perhaps it would be,

— if resources were not drained by undeserving mouths…

— You stray from subject.

— As you from reason.

— Do you think they would treat your people

— with such kindness?

— We are not Romans.

— Nor shall we become them by acts of unnecessary cruelty.

— This fucking man!

— I will provide you with what I can to feed the lofty ideals.

— Yet fear, it shall fall short of desired mark.

— I would see target adjusted,

— and center struck with surer purpose.

— You wish to alter terms of our agreement?

— I would but add to it,

— and see your ships filled with more promising cargo.

— Nemetes!

— I would have words.

— And I would finish fucking drink.

— Fucking Gauls.

— Shitholes rivaling the Thracians…

— I am not fucking cur!

— Gauls.

— Return to drink and whores, or part from this world.

— Choose.

— You did not need to be so rough in demonstration.

— We both must play our part.

— Now speak about what have you discovered?

— The man holds no love for Rome,

— through weight of his words.

— How do you balance them against truth?

— I believe his loyalties mirror my own.

— Yet I will set final test,

— and gauge action against words.

— If words prove false, so does the man.

— See it done.

— A common thing,

— to be so rudely handled by a brother?

— Ah, he stands no brother to me.

— Nor any man that has not earned my trust.

— Oh.

— I fear mood has taken sour turn.

— Come.

— Let us sweeten it with drink.

— I would set desire towards greater spoils.

— And in the revealing of them, set true nature to light…

— This precious jewel

— once stood domina to many slaves within the city.

— They attended her every need.

— As she now attends ours…

— Spartacus allows this?

— Fuck the gods, no.

— He helped himself to my fucking coin.

— I returned favor…

— with one of his little pets.

— Prove yourself no friend to these people.

— Use this Roman for untold pleasures.

— And when you have finished, leave fresh mark upon her.

— As we have so often done.

— Leave us.

— Calm yourself, calm yourself.

— I stand a Roman, as you.

— My name is Gaius Julius Cæsar.

— I come in the name of Marcus Crassus.

— His legions are gathering in the north.

— We shall take this city,

— and see all those who have done this to you suffer.

— Free me…

— Soon Crassus will come.

— You have my word.

— Free me…

— What is your name?

— Fabia.

— Fabia.

— Know that it shall not be forgotten.

— Nor the men that set you upon this fate.

— What have you done, you mad fuck?!

— I set her free.

— As I would all Romans yet held by Spartacus.

— You truly do stand one of us.

— Come, brother.

— Let us see it done.

— There stands no stronger bond between men,

— than one forged in war.

— Nor greater glory

— than to fall in defense of mother Rome.

— Each of you swore sacramentum.

— To obey order given.

— To refrain from theft or breach of common law.

— To protect the Legionary Standard.

— And never to break rank nor flee from enemy.

— Those who stand before me turned from field of battle.

— Retreated from the rebel Spartacus

— and his army of slaves,

— fearing them more than their own commander.

— An error this night I shall see corrected.

— And in the lesson, lay fear upon proper name.

— Marcus.

— Licinius.

— Crassus.

— Those who survive decimation

— shall be banished to the followers camp.

— To live among slaves and whores

— until such a day I deem you worthy of proper company.

— Father, I would have word…

— I am not your father in this.

— I am your fucking Imperator.

— I have too long considered you a child, Tiberius.

— Apologies.

— You stand a soldier now,

— and deserve to be treated as any other.

— Join your men.

— Fall to command.

— Draw lots.

— Let this night be forever remembered.

— And cause never repeated.

— Present your fates.

— No, no, fuck!

— You cannot do that!

— Apologies there is so little.

— Food grows scarce.

— You risk life for us.

— There is no more we can ask of you.

— See heart lifted with welcomed news.

— Crassus and his legions are but a day’s march

— from our city.

— He will retake it,

— and in the act end our suffering…

— I fear it has just begun.

— Apologies, Læta.

— I had to tell them what I saw.

— The fault is my own.

— For laying trust in a rebellious slave!

— Hold!

— This man.

— He is the one Attius helped free?

— The blacksmith held no knowledge of it.

— Your friend dead, because of her.

— See them bound and taken to Spartacus.

— They are his concern.

— Where do you go?

— To see memory of Attius well fucking honored!

— None give rise to suspicion?

— They are eager for Roman blood.

— As any true to our cause should be.

— Fabia…Fabia!

— Nemetes!

— Break fucking words, and knowledge of what you carry!

— One of the missing Romans!

— She came at me out of the shadows

— half dead from attempted escape.

— If it had not been for Lyciscus…

— You spare their lives, and this is fucking gratitude!

— Fuck the Romans!

— Fuck the Roman cunts!

— Kill the fucking Romans!

— Fuck this.

— All should be struck from this world.

— Fuck the Romans! As you struck Attius from it?

— Subject has been laid to rest, Gannicus.

— Along with fucking truth.

— He aided the prisoners in escape.

— And made attempt on my life when I discovered…

— The Ædile’s wife saw them free!

— How do you come upon this?

— Læta hid them beneath the floor of her husband’s stables.

— Saxa carries her and the others to Spartacus.

— It holds no matter.

— Attius was a Roman, who fell to deserved fate.

— He was my friend, you mad bitch!

— Seize tongue, brother…

— Get him, Gannicus!

— Kill him, get the fucker!

— Let’s see what you’re made of, Gannicus!

— Come on, hit him!

— Gannicus!

— Calm yourself…

— Fuck you!

— Come on!

— Get up!

— Gannicus!

— He left me no choice.

— He protects the Romans!

— As does our mighty fucking leader!

— Is this what we have risked all for in joining cause?!

— Spartacus gives command!

— And I would give my life,

— to feel enemy’s blood hot upon cheek.

— We owe Spartacus our own lives.

— Yet he is wrong in this.

— A thing known by all.

— For every unwanted touch placed upon you.

— For every chain around neck, and every lash upon back!

— Take Roman blood as payment…

— and let us see this city truly ours!

— I will not do this.

— You shall do as commanded.

— As all soldiers must.

— Let it be done!

— Begin!

— No!

— Your lesson well learned.

— Imperator.

— Each day brings new madness.

— Next you will ask to join in wresting moon

— from fucking heavens.

— He sets purpose towards more earthly goal.

— Does it lie within possibility,

— what I seek to do?

— All dreams are possible…

— it is but effort and cost that keeps it from waking grasp.

— See this last thing that I ask of you to its end,

— and I will fill your ship

— with all the riches this city yet holds.

— Let us see it done then, brother!

— Spartacus!

— Crixus and the others have gone mad.

— They’re killing the Romans.

— Keep watch over the Cilicians.

— You seem to favor their fucking company.

— Move, quickly! Come on, quick!

— Uh, sorry.

— Oh, you must keep moving.

— We will not make it to the villa.

— No, you will not.

— These for Spartacus.

— Take from fucking path!

— I do not see Gannicus among you.

— Nor cause to heed his bitch!

— Ah!

— I give cause.

— Bitch.

— More Romans!

— Oh my God please, hands off him!

— The Ædile’s wife!

— You will regain sense!

— Or fall where you stand!

— It is you who has lost sense.

— And the Ædile’s wife

— who has seen you tumble from perch.

— She is the one who helped these Roman shits slip bond!

— And smiled at you through fucking lies!

— A thing of truth.

— Attius held no part in it.

— Nor did he deserve the end that he met.

— This is return for the mercy I grant you?

— Mercy?

— You robbed me of my husband.

— Your people slaughtered thousands within my city.

— And I now stand condemned,

— for trying to save but a handful from such cruelty?

— Learned at the hand of our Roman master.

— Take her life, brother.

— And in the act let us become as one again.

— A thing deserved.

— Yet I will not see us become the very thing we fight against.

— There are many who question your mind in this.

— I question mind as well…

— placing faith in you as a leader.

— See the Romans that yet live gathered within my villa.

— Make further attempt against my will…

— follow those you have struck down this night.

— The man has helped us more than anyone.

— Yet I now doubt path he travels.

— Then perhaps the time has come, to forge our own.

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