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— You have given Cæsar mission?

— He secrets himself among the rebels.

— Greater glory than the death of your enemy.

— Advance!

— I ordered them to stand ground but they fled.

— What punishment would you have me inflict?

— Decimation.

— Fifty men, fifty stones.

— Five stained with the promise of death.

— 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.

— Get your weapons,

— Keep watch over the Cilicians.

— You seem you favor their fucking company.

— You will regain sense.

— It is you who has lost sense.

— Yet I now doubt path he travels.

— Then perhaps the time has come,

— to forge our own.

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— See them cleaned of blood and salted,

— to hold rot at length.

— They maybe yet some purpose.

— Agron.

— I would share a moment.

— I have no time nor desire.

— Perhaps Castus is less taken.

— I do not care for the way his eyes frame upon you.

— A gaze I grew familiar with

— when we were yet slaves to Batiatus.

— I fear return to days of old.

— There are many who believe Crixus holds higher ground,

— with the slaughtering of the prisoners.

— And where do you stand, in such regard?

— With you.

— And always shall upon field of battle.

— Return to the villa.

— I would have guard Læta and her people in my absence.

— Is it wise leaving city walls

— with so much unsettled within them?

— Should you not attempt words

— and the healing of festering wound?

— I’m done with words.

— Oh, you must learn our tongue.

— So you’d know what curses
she rains upon you.

— I prefer the bliss of ignorance.

— As all men should, huh.

— We break for Sicilia, and the promise of blood.

— It is ill time for drink.

— I but lend support to brother Lugo.

— I fear the water.

— And the monsters within it.

— All has been prepared for your voyage, King Spartacus.

— As agreed upon.

— With many times its weight to follow.

— More than enough for wine–

— and for soft lips around you cock huh,

— to remove lingering thoughts of the Syrian boy.

— You do not sail with us?

— Heracleo is for more pressing matters.

— I paid for your services.

— You paid for my ship.

— And who shall helm it?

— That is what I pay Tryphon for.

— Good fortune, King Spartacus.

— I shall raise a cup in your honor.

— Come Captain.

— Let this night be forever remembered.

— Begin!

— You wish to fight now?

— Where was such lust for blood when stood against Spartacus?

— We are mired in piss and shit because of you.

— Because you turned and fled like frightened children

— in the face of our enemy.

— It is cruelest fate that you yet draw breath.

— While the man who stood ground beside me

— was struck from this world

— for your fucking cowardice!

— I would not have our stores fall below reasonable note.

— See more grain brought from holdings in Sicilia.

— Imperator.

— Senator Metellus.

— Apologies for lack of proper reception.

— I was unaware you’d strayed so far

— from the comforts of mother Rome.

— I seek neither vain formality

— nor luxurious appointment.

— Only answer to singular question,

— why did the Senate granted you an army

— only for it to stand idle

— half day’s march from Sinuessa?

— The Senate did not grant me an army.

— They granted command.

— Every horse, every sword, every man your eye lays upon

— was purchased with coin from my own vaults.

— Shall be set to purpose by the will

— of Marcus Crassus alone.

— And was it your will that sounded retreat against

— Spartacus in inaugural confrontation?

— You were dispatched to balm

— grievous wound suffered against him.

— Not to inflict further injury

— with such unfortunate news.

— A minor skirmish foolishly engaged.

— Those who turned from their duty have been dealt with.

— News that also inflames ear.

— Is it true you exhume putrid spectre of decimation?

— I but give needed lesson in commitment.

— When next my soldiers face Spartacus

— it shall be the rebel who falls to misfortune.

— The people shall greet such event

— with celebration.

— As they greet word of Pompey’s victory in Hispania.

— He has defeated Sertorius?

— And soon shall be once again upon our shores

— with his own legions.

— It shall be of a comfort…

— if Spartacus yet plagues us.

— Spartacus shall be far from thought

— in advance of the adolescent butcher’s return.

— Your tongue rattles bold noise.

— But here you sit absent thunder and purpose.

— What would you have me do?

— Hurtle myself against city walls in mad attempt.

— I would have you bring this to an end, Imperator.

— A thing already set to motion.

— Cæsar is within Sinuessa,

— secreted among the rebels.

— Cæsar?

— You would place our fate

— in the hands of that arrogant fucking boy?

— Spartacus will not be put to grass

— by brute force, as Pompey would surely attempt.

— He’s a man of keen intellect,

— and must be dealt with in kind.

— You speak as though you admire the man.

— He came from humble beginnings,

— and now even the Senate trembles before him.

— I find no greater cause for admiration.

— The Senate does not tremble–

— except in anger that you fail to act.

— I but wait for proper opportunity.

— Yet if a small force advanced upon above Sinuessa

— would assuage fear…

— How many men?

— How many did you travel with?

— You would seek to order my men to do what you will not?

— I would seek to include you in glorious victory.

— If thought does not appeal, return home.

— And leave matters of war to the men who wage them.

— You give me sword?

— You’ve proven yourself trusted, Lyciscus.

— And I would see you well armed,

— were another attempt made upon my life.

— Gratitude.

— I long to see it put to proper use.

— As do I.

— A desire well shared.

— Soon we shall throw open gate,

— and split Roman ass with cocks hard of purpose.

— What of Spartacus?

— Will he return from voyage upon sea to join us?

— Spartacus is no longer among us?

— I was down at the docks when he departed

— with Gannicus and the Cilicians.

— You did not know of this?

— No. I did not.

— He protects the fuckin’ Romans.

— And now treads water with Heracleo, absent word?

— Heracleo does not sail with them.

— He remains in Sinuessa?

— With his man Castus.

— They are for drink, and baser pleasures.

— And what of Agron?

— Was he stroking Spartacus’s cock

— when ship set to wave?

— I didn’t see him.

— Seek Heracleo, and gain knowledge upon subject.

— We will have words have words with Agron.

— The fucking chasm widens.

— Gratitude, for the food.

— And the protection you provide my people.

— I do only as commanded.

— It is still a kindness,

— much appreciated.

— She fuckin’ appreciates us.

— You and your people

— would have us all for the afterlife.

— As we would have you.

— But for the mercy of Spartacus.

— Give way or see brains upon the ground.

— Turn from whatever intentions cloud mind.

— You will not lay hands upon these people!

— We give no fuck towards your Roman pets.

— Why has Spartacus left the city?

— Where did you hear of this?

— Give fucking answer.

— Seek it from the man himself upon his return.

— I thought more of Spartacus, than a coward

— of secrets and schemes.

— As you schemed to slaughter these
Romans against his command?

— They are the enemy.

— No different to the ones we suffered beneath as slaves.

— Or the ones who took your brother’s life.

— There stood a time when you followed your own heart

— in matters of blood.

— What does it tell you?

— That we are different men now.

— Not all of us.

— Let Spartacus know I will have words, when he returns.

— I have born witness to many of your mad plans.

— Never did I believe they would lead us across the seas.

— Last I found myself upon them, I was in chains.

— Bound for Roman soil.

— My wife taken from me.

— A thing they shall eternally regret.

— Of that I have no doubt.

— Yet of current intentions,

— my mind is of less certainty.

— Crixus runs wild within the city,

— Crassus threatens growing storm without.

— Time ill considered for assault towards wheat in Sicilia.

— Heracelo tells of shipments large in the gathering.

— I would sever a blow to the man himself,

— not his purse.

— The food is meant to feed his army.

— Seizing it will aid in weak them,

— and force Crassus to fall to desired path.

— Point well made.

— One perhaps you would divine absent my words,

— were head not forever steeped in wine.

— A man must do what he can to brace he can embrace

— against the shit of a simple day.

— I hold you towards loftier esteem.

— As would most loyal to our cause…

— if I were to fall.

— You know my thoughts towards the subject.

— I am no leader.

— You proved yourself more one than Crixus,

— when streets unfortunate with unfortunate blood.

— Had Naevia not put me to ground,

— I may have spilt the same.

— No.

— You would not have.

— They come to land.

— And blood of fucking Romans.

— Perhaps one day you will find reason closer to heart,

— to assume deserved mantle.

— And perhaps I will fall this very night.

— And leave you to weep with the other women.

— Keep formation!

— You wish to leave us?

— Sanus will send you on your way!

— Crassus well provides us.

— No escape.

— All dead.

— Let us see what more he has to offer this night.

— I look into his eyes, and no
longer gaze upon the boy I knew.

— I have witnessed cold distance in his stare.

— You should break words and draw him near,

— where he belongs.

— Nothing do I crave more.

— Yet he has to find his own path,

— or be forever lost.

— Of course.

— I speak my heart, absent thought.

— It weighs heavy, seeing one so loved cast adrift.

— I can offer him no light upon welcoming shore.

— Yet you may appear as bright as the North Star,

— constant in its guidance.

— I’d do anything to ease the suffering

— of both son, and noble father.

— When you are within my arms,

— the world falls from concern.

— You will forever find me there.

— Until the gods tumble from the heavens.

— At last the fucking dice from favor.

— I shall see balance of what you have stolen returned.

— I shall see balance of wine drained from cock.

— The night is young and so are the whores.

— Linger, see both properly aged.

— Another game, then.

— I came about winnings easily,

— I would part with them hard.

— Would that all profited so in dealings with Spartacus.

— I fear blood soon to replace desired coin,

— when news meets of the rebel king’s madness in Sicilia.

— It is a thing to trouble thoughts.

— And Spartacus commanding your ship,

— forcing you to shore as he sails towards uncertain fortune.

— A decision made of own fucking mind,

— absent cracks threatening foundation.

— To set upon holdings of the richest man

— in all the Republic

— is invitation for calamity and collapse.

— Spartacus moves against Crassus on Sicilia?

— I would clear head and cock,

— before more piss flows from errant tongue.

— Move my darling.

— Come on.

— I think Crixus would be eager to learn this.

— Pause.

— Let us see what more can be drawn from Cilician waters.

— I was of similar mind.

— You must eat.

— The man resents we yet draw breath.

— You do not stand object of his displeasure.

— Agron. Pause a moment.

— Spartacus is due upon docks.

— I would greet his return.

— And I would have much needed words.

— I yet have none to break.

— Is it a common trait among men east of the Rhine

— to run from a fight?

— No.

— Yet I have learned it one of a Syrian to shit

— lies from mouth and deem them sweetest nectar.

— I have not broken trust with you.

— You were with Castus.

— After I commanded you remain absent his company.

— Commanded?

— The collar that once bound my neck is but distant memory.

— Do not think I will slip it ’round again for you.

— Do not raise fucking hackle.

— If I had been discovered with the Cilician

— after promises made to you, you would be of equal passion.

— I came upon Castus in the street

— while Crixus and the others were seized with madness.

— We broke for you and Spartacus,

— absent time even for words to pass between us.

— And I am to believe of all within the city

— he miraculously appears by your side?

— As I would believe you.

— In all things.

— Agron, we have a fuckin’ problem.

— How many crest hill?

— Thirty by count.

— Perhaps more concealed by dawn’s mist.

— Scouts.

— Their numbers stand to few for advance.

— Soon they shall swell, their legions crashing upon us.

— Then perhaps we should send message

— of the folly of such an attempt.

— Gather weapons, and prepare to open gate!

— Spartacus would not allow foolish attack on Crassus.

— Whilst he lays assault on the man in Sicilia?

— He moves towards Crassus,

— and yet we’re to sit here stoking cock.

— Let us show Crassus that all the coin in the world

— will not stay his blood upon fucking ground!

— You do not lead these people.

— Perhaps it’s time I should.

— Crixus!

— Why are you assembled with rising intent?

— To meet those of Rome, gathered upon hill.

— He’s given order to throw open gate.

— I would see it opened as well.

— At last he falls to fucking reason.

— Well you mistake me.

— I do not give command to see Crassus’s men engaged.

— Then what moves purpose?

— I would see what remains of our Roman guests released.

— You set them free?

— You have lost fucking mind.

— As you have lost voice in all decisions of worth.

— Attempt to raise gate in advance of my word.

— And you will find it forever shut behind you.

— It seems another life.

— When we were embraced by the warmth

— of your father’s villa.

— For some a place of each chill.

— When last did food pass lips?

— A thing of no care.

— To me nothing stands more so.

— Let us fall to the comfort of my tent,

— and turn from unforgiving ground.

— I remain with my men.

— As the Imperator would have it.

— Your father cares for you more than you know.

— His hand offered through touch of my own.

— You come to me upon his order?

— He has chosen to make gesture.

— Just as you must choose how it is received.

— What of your men that set upon us?

— They now stand willing to see us live?

— They are no longer my men, nor stand for reason.

— I will see you from the city,

— and far from their wrath.

— Would you have come to such compassion

— in advance of unfortunate events.

— We’ve both been deeply wounded by them.

— You have suffered but annoying scratch.

— Do not seek to place it upon level

— with severed fucking limb.

— I seek nothing, except the parting of ways.

— From you, and those who would break from my command.

— You forced Crixus and the other from Sinuessa?

— They’d remain within cursed walls.

— I am for Sicilia with those yet loyal

— and points beyond.

— The mighty Spartacus.

— Turning from noble cause.

— I but choose another path.

— One slick with blood, as any you travel.

— One Rome set me upon.

— Be thankful I leave its shores.

— And pray to your gods I never return.

— Move them back.

— Move! Stay back!

— We shall have your blood upon a day!

— You are blessed because Spartacus stands a fool.

— Move aside.

— You put us all at risk!

— I but move more to victory!

— By setting our enemies to the winds?

— You place wrath upon errant hem.

— Crassus stands truer enemy.

— And you deliver weapon into waiting hands.

— Læta and the others have been among us too long.

— What they might have heard or laid eyes–

— They laid eyes on two brothers divided.

— A chasm we must bridge.

— One widen by your schemes in Sicilia.

— A thing Crassus will believe as well.

— When Læta tells him of it.

— You release her, so he will know of your plans?

— And when he moves to halt them…

— We shall see the man and his legions to their end.

— Heracleo and his ships will carry half our forces

— in waves to Sicilia.

— Sanus and a clutch of trusted men to ensure

— the Cilicians stay true to bargain.

— Am I to remain in the city?

— With those known to be loyal to you.

— At least that is what Crassus will believe.

— The Roman bodies we have salted
will be clothed to our cause,

— and placed to give the illusion of presence.

— You shall lead your forces through northern gate

— and across Melia Ridge,

— while we set upon Crassus’s grain holdings on the island.

— He will have no choice but to break men

— in order to protect his supplies.

— Dividing his legions…

— Giving you time to crest the ridge…

— and drop upon his remaining forces

— while they yet believe you within city walls.

— I will be too few to defeat him.

— Alone, perhaps.

— Yet I would not have you so.

— We shall slip from Sicilia

— after Crassus’s men have landed to engage us.

— And from the sea we shall join our brothers.

— Setting upon Crassus’s weakened forces from two sides.

— You knew of this, when we broke words?

— I held only Agron to confidence.

— Gannicus being brought to knowledge

— during return from sea.

— I could not risk Læta and the others

— discovering true intention.

— You fucking shits!

— You have been disagreeable of late.

— Any wonder you and your woman were left from fold?

— We must move past it.

— Or fall to ruin.

— Diotimus told of the bridge

— being impassable this late in season.

— A thing the Romans will believe as well.

— You shall prove them in gravest error.

— A lesson I long to teach.

— See our people quietly upon land.

— And make swift return for more.

— I shall try not to kill to many Romans

— short of your presence.

— You’ve had your fill of women and drink?

— I’m a man of the sea.

— And do not belong from it.

— If Castus ever awakes form drink,

— give word and we shall return for him.

— Gratitude, for all you have done.

— None deserved.

— I am but for coin,

— and the weight of it in my hand.

— You shall have it upon return.

— A glorious day for all.

— Until such time.

— King Spartacus.

— It is a mad fucking plan.

— The sort I most favor.

— You deem report from northern efforts accurate?

— I do, Imperator.

— Then we but await divinity of the moment.

— If sign from the gods is all you seek to spur intent…

— Then lay wanting eyes upon it.

— Spartacus releases a clutch of prisoners from Sinuessa.

— You will find what this one carries upon tongue

— of pressing interest.

— Well come. Break silence,

— and see more discerning mind gauge worth of it.

— Spartacus and his men move against Sicilia.

— What of the remainder?

— They have fractured from the man

— and yet hold the city.

— Now is our chance!

— Sinuessa stands but partially defended.

— So it would appear.

— Must brought great suffering,

— to witness the fall of your city?

— Beyond the telling of it.

— And yet you survived.

— A most fortunate blessing.

— Bestowed only by name of Ædile’s wife.

— You stand married to Ennius?

— Do not see the point.

— Give reply.

— When he was yet of this world, yes.

— Spartacus knew of this, and forced me

— to lend aid in dealing with the Cilicians.

— You gave aid to the man that robbed you

— of husband’s life, in order to save your own?

— To save as many of my people that yet drew breath.

— A thing I would do again, if so needed.

— Imperator.

— The woman gives vital information.

— Why do you continue to stand idle?

— As I have said, I but pause for opportunity, now presented.

— Gratitude for your spirit.

— We shall break words again, once we retake your city.

— Give command to prepare for march.

— You have wine?

— Falernian.

— A gift from your father.

— Come, let us share a cup.

— The legions have been called to formation.

— I pray it a favored sign.

— That the war will soon be over,

— and we may return home.

— To be met with glory and laurels.

— For the Imperator and the men that yet serve beneath him.

— To move without cherished son

— weighs upon his heart.

— I do not speak of myself.

— But of those robbed of life by intemperate command.

— Know that it was not given lightly.

— Nor absent regret.

— Would that I had drawn this stone,

— and had fallen in Sabinus’s place.

— You do not mean that.

— Would the world not still turn absent my presence?

— Would the Imperator not still march

— towards desire’s end,

— absent dragging weight of constant disappointment?

— Your father loves you, Tiberius.

— It appears he loves you more.

— A thing far removed from truth.

— Shh…

— Everything will be as it should, little master.

— Everything will be as it should…

— Apologies.

— You mistake intent.

— No.

— You mistake mine.

— He took something from me.

— And I would have something in return…

— Stop this… Tiberius –

— You forget your place.

— Despite fine appointments and elevated worth,

— you are yet a slave.

— And shall do as I fucking command.

— See all amphoras of pitch from atop wall.

— Crixus shall find need of them upon the ridge.

— Vertiscus! Correus! With me!

— Move along.

— Keep moving.

— Move. Move.

— Move along!

— Litaviccus.

— See her safely towards encampment.

— All we could lay hands.

— No more in city.

— I pray we hold enough.

— I pray we hold enough wine.

— We forge journey towards new beginnings.

— I would have one between us as well.

— Would you now?

— Your friend, the blacksmith.

— Though he forced my hand,

— I know now,

— he did not deserve such a fate.

— And your hand so forced when you made assault upon me?

— Would you not have done the same,

— to protect one you love?

— You are a true warrior now, Naevia.

— Lay hand upon me again for whatever reason,

— and I will treat you as one.

— Keep moving!

— Move!

— Move!

— Move!

— Keep moving!

— Clear streets! Move out!

— You move in wrong direction, brother.

— We are for Crixus and Melia Ridge.

— I would move towards more promising opportunities.

— Well as would fucking I.

— Yet Crixus has come to terms,

— and we are but mortal men following in the path of gods.

— We follow path to frozen death,

— while Spartacus sails towards warm embrace of Sicilia.

— He would not have you, so stained with the blood

— of those Roman shits he gave protection.

— The die has been cast,

— and we must see game to bitter end.

— I suppose we must.

— Come.

— Let us join Crixus–

— Have you lost your fucking mind, Lyciscus?

— It has always been my own.

— That of Gaius Julius Cæsar.

— You stand Roman?

— As you stand for the afterlife.

— Wait! Wait–

— stay your hand and I will offer aid!

— You would turn against your people?

— These-these are not my people!

— I come from lands east of the Rhine,

— and I would draw breath to return to them upon a day.

— I can see you close to Spartacus.

— And together–

— we can end the mad fuck.

— An offer much appreciated…

— yet I have made other arrangements.

— Move to your purpose and clear the streets!

— Clear the streets!

— See what delays Agron and Donar.

— I would have leave of this fucking city.

— As would I.

— Gannicus.

— I thought you for the ridge.

— I did not wish to leave without words.

— Would that I could stop them.

— Before you came to the city,

— I prayed to the gods that they would deliver me

— from the hands of my dominus.

— And in you my prayers were answered.

— I have heard this tale before.

— And found it equally misguided.

— I do not ask you to believe it true.

— Only to accept that it is what I hold to heart.

— I accept it.

— Now on your way.

— May the gods watch over you.

— And you, if I can not.

— Drive on! Secure the ship! Make ready!

— Their return stretches hour.

— Cilicians are not known to be of such concerns.

— Nor of good manners

— nor proper bath.

— Apologies.

— The fates conspired towards unfortunate delay.

— Where is Sanus?

— Gone from this world.

— He fell to the Romans?

— To their desires…and to the weight of more coin

— than even a king could offer.

— Apologies, brother.

— I did not wish you such an end.

— Over here we must see that the be retaken!

— Gather the last of the pitch and see it to Crixus.

— Meet upon the docks when you are finished–

— Romans!

— You fucking traitor!

— No, a fucking Roman.

— Spartacus!

— Open the gates!

— Donar, The Rope!

— Crixus.

— Crixus.

— Fucking pirates.

— You come to aid most fortunate moment.

— As you have often done.

— Spartacus!

— Those are Roman ships.

— Fall back to the ridge.

— Move!

— Fall back!

— Whatever your plan…

— it dies with you, Roman.

— Now would be time to run.

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