All language subtitles for Spartacus War of the Damned - 3x06 - Spoils of War.HDTV.mRS.en

— [ grunting ]

— [ screaming ]

— Before he 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.

— Then see it repaid, by staying far from my presence.

— And men of my kind.

— Spartacus releases a clutch
of prisoners from Sinuessa.

— You gave aid to the man

— that robbed you of husband’s life,

— in order to save your own?

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

— Your father loves you, Tiberius.

— No, he took something from me.

— [ shrieks ] And I would have

— something in return.

— [ yells ]

— Apologies, brother.

— I did not wish you such an end.

— [ yelling ] We are betrayed!

— [ splashing ]

— We must see gate opened and city retaken!

— [ explosion ]

— Fucking traitor.

— No, I’m fucking Roman.

— [ explosion ]

— [ explosion ]

— Did I not tell you that you should run?

— [ yelling ]

— [ grunting ] [ clanging ]

— We must hold the gate!

— [ yelling ]

— [ smashing ]

— [ crashing ]

— [ yelling ]

— There are too many!

— Fall back!

— Fall back!

— Welcome to Sinuessa.

— [ yelling ]

— [ grunting ]

— [ screaming ]

— [ yelling ]

— [ clanging ]

— [ yelling ]

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— [ yelling ]

— [ grunting ]

— Where did fucking these appear from?

— The gate has fallen!

— We have been betrayed.

— Fuck!

— I stand eternal fool for laying trust in Heracleo.

— Heracleo?

— It was Lyciscus that turned upon us.

— He stands fucking Roman.

— Fucking shit!

— That is why he aided the Cilicians.

— They have fucked us as well?

— [ yelling ]

— Where is Nasir?

— Dispatched with Lugo to call warning.

— I must find him.

— Carry word to break for northern gate.

— We must see all that remain to safety of the ridge.

— You would have us run?

— I would have us live.

— Then we must fight and make our stand here–

— Crassus has seized the moment.

— We are not prepared
to face him in the streets.

— Nor will our numbers pass
through northern gate

— before he descends upon them.

— I will cause distraction, and gain needed time.

— By what means?

— I have no fucking idea.

— No, move with the others,

— I will draw the Romans away–

— This is not request!

— You lead these people.

— If you were to fall it would be fatal blow.

— My passing of lesser concern.

— Of concern to me.

— Gannicus–

— [ horns sounding ]

— Go!

— I will find you when it is done.

— [ yelling, screaming ]

— We shall wait as long as we are able, brother.

— You mad fuck.

— Do not die.

— Nor you.

— Go with them, quickly.

— Go.

— My passing would be of even lesser concern than yours.

— Stay close to heel.

— I would not greet this night our last.

— [ clanging ] [ grunting ]

— [ yelling ]

— [ screaming ]

— Have you lost mind?!

— Castus came to aid!

— He and his people aid only the fucking Romans!

— I do not know of what you speak!

— I awoke from drink to find my brothers gone.

— He had no hand in this.

— Agron… [ grunts ]

— More come.

— We must go.

— [ grunting ]

— Make attempt to seize weapon,

— and I’ll have your fucking life.

— We move for the ridge.

— Go!

— [ smashing ]

— Not much of a plan, is it?

— If you hold better one, break words.

— Gannicus…?

— Jupiter fuck me.

— Why are you yet within the city?

— I was upon path to leave it when the Romans came.

— I did not know what to do.

— Gannicus.

— [ yelling, swords clanging ]

— Hold tears.

— Stay by my side, do not make a sound.

— Or see us all to the afterlife.

— Go!

— [ CRACKLING ]

— [ yelling ]

— [ grunting ] [ clanging ]

— [ yelling ]

— [ crackling ]

— They abandon hope and burn the city.

— The rebels have set torch to horreum.

— Three centuries have been dispatched to quell–

— Recall them and move towards commanded path.

— Imperator.

— Spartacus attempts to turn victory into ash

— and you recall your men?

— I have set plan to motion,

— and will not fall to distraction.

— We advance on northern gate!

— Form up!

— [ grunting ]

— [ yelling ]

— Keep pace and do not pause!

— Quickly! Hurry!

— Move!

— [ bell tolling ]

— [ grunting ]

— [ clanging ]

— [ yelling ]

— [ yelling ]

— Donar!

— [ grunting ]

— [ heavy breathing ]

— If I am to die,

— it lifts heart to share final moment with you.

— Many have fallen this night.

— [ clanging ]

— You shall not be among them.

— [ yelling ]

— Keep pace!

— Spartacus!

— Castus.

— You traitorous fuck.

— He knew nothing of this.

— By his own fucking tongue.

— This is not time to fall to quarrel!

— Bind his hands and see him through the gate

— with the others.

— Those who can fight take rear position

— as you take to the ridge!

— Take him!

— Move quickly, and do not turn back!

— [ yelling, screaming ]

— [ CRACKLING ]

— Fall back!

— See all through the gate!

— Hold!

— Attack!

— [ yelling ]

— [ yelling ]

— [ grunting ] [ clanging ]

— We must seal gate behind us!

— [ smashing ]

— [ crackling ]

— Oh, Crixus!

— Go!

— The man you seek.

— Spartacus!

— ♪ —

— Seize him!

— [ yelling ]

— [ snapping ]

— [ rumbling ]

— [ yelling ]

— Even the gods grant aid to the fucking man.

— They but delay inevitable fall.

— Bring ram to bear.

— Sentries to guard sundered gateway.

— We do not follow?

— In time.

— Sweep the city for any of his followers

— that yet hold breath.

— So that we may rob them of it in celebration

— of glorious victory.

— ♪ —

— Fuck your little bird, you Roman cunt.

— [ pounds ]

— Search everywhere.

— [ clattering ]

— Go on. [ grunting ]

— [ footsteps ] Search them all!

— [ chattering ]

— Give men rest and meal.

— Tomorrow’s dawn shall see them march upon the ridge.

— What of followers’s camp,

— and the Romans freed by Spartacus?

— Shall they be moved within safety of city walls?

— Only soldiers to be permitted within.

— Any found absent proper watchword

— to be executed upon sight.

— I would not have streets swollen with bodies errant rebels

— yet could secret themselves among.

— Though deserving few shall be granted consideration.

— Dispatch your men and see all upon this

— brought to villa.

— Imperator.

— ♪ —

— Ah, you return to form, Cæsar.

— A most welcomed sight.

— I was only just praising him for his ability

— to blend so effortlessly with a pack of savage dogs.

— A thing of ill consideration,

— had Crassus not plucked scheme from fevered brain.

— I am of regret to have
ever laid doubt upon it.

— The Senate will be most pleased

— to greet news of Sinuessa en Valle’s liberation.

— Linger before return to Rome,

— see it celebrated with Carnificina.

— Executions?

— As night greets us.

— I’ve set aside one of the finest villas

— for you to rest and see yourself to bath,

— until such a time.

— A gesture unexpected, yet much appreciated.

— Gratitude.

— Preening little fuck.

— A sentiment shared.

— Yet he holds the ear of the Senate,

— and I would see him well satisfied

— to further bolster tale of our victory

— carried back to Rome.

— You speak again of victory shrouded from discerning eye.

— Spartacus yet lives,

— with considerable force aiding him upon Melia Ridge.

— There is no escape from the ridge.

— It stands impassable.

— Words most likely broken by the fool Glaber

— when he had the rebel trapped upon Vesuvius.

— ♪ —

— You believe me the fool?

— I believe you a man of infinite plots,

— twisting upon themselves
to shame Gordian knot.

— Praise well received.

— Now part mind from troubled thoughts,

— and allow it returned.

— The rebellion has suffered fatal blow.

— At celebration I would honor hand that struck it.

— Would that the Thracian’s head

— upon pike bore witness to such laurels.

— Hold fast to patience,

— a thing that has propelled us to the ground

— we now stand upon.

— And in briefest passing shall claim Spartacus

— and all those who yet follow the doom of his shadow.

— [ shattering ] [ grunting ]

— No one’s here.

— [ banging ] [ footsteps ]

— [ whispering ] They take leave?

— Not all.

— Thousands more swell in streets.

— The ones above spoke of victory,

— great numbers lost to us.

— Coupled with the curse that Spartacus yet eludes them.

— He is a troublesome man to kill.

— I have attempted it myself upon occasion.

— The gods favor him.

— And bless us as well.

— They piss upon us

— and you welcome it as cooling rain.

— We are alive.

— Because they yet guide your hand.

— One I have faith will see us from darkest hour.

— Would that I shared the same.

— ♪ —

— You have done this before.

— My Dominus inflicted many wounds upon his slaves.

— I often tended their injuries.

— Who tended yours?

— Diotimus showed a kindness.

— Did he now?

— He stood as a brother to me.

— Apologies.

— You struck down the man that took his life.

— The man that took my own,

— a small piece at a time over span of years.

— Would that it had made difference.

— You have made all in the world.

— [ thud ]

— [ whimpering ]

— Hold!

— See her hands freed of bond.

— This woman stands no fucking slave.

— I know you.

— Do I not?

— You have laid eyes upon distorted

— reflection of the man before you.

— I was secreted among the rebels,

— beard upon cheek and lies upon tongue.

— You stood with Crixus and his animals

— as they slaughtered my people,

— bound in chains.

— A deed of much regret.

— Yet born of necessity.

— I could not risk

— discovery short of turning the Cilicians to our cause.

— In war, one does what one must to survive.

— A burden not unfamiliar.

— Crassus would have word.

— You are to be fed proper meal

— and bathed in rosewater,

— in the villa you once called home.

— Come.

— ♪ —

— Apologies.

— I did not move to frighten.

— Recent events set nerves to edge.

— See grave concern give way.

— The city is taken,

— and I stand unscathed.

— A great victory.

— One whose celebration,

— I would have you share in.

— I am to stay here, with you?

— Would you stand pleased by it?

— Beyond the telling of words. [ chuckles ]

— There is no cause for tears

— on such a day.

— They are of joy,

— to find myself delivered from followers’s camp.

— Delivered?

— Has it grown so unpleasant?

— Unbearably so…

— The fault is mine.

— I lay upon Kore heavy burden,

— of lending ear to my grief

— in the passing of Sabinus.

— And my hand in it.

— A man does what is required,

— when fate calls upon him.

— As all soldiers must.

— Kore served greater comfort

— than you will ever know.

— Yet I fear my pain has,

— pressed hard against her.

— I pray you are not too delicate

— to bear such weight.

— I stand no soldier in this conflict.

— Yet I too shall do what I must.

— I am forever grateful.

— See wine and food prepared.

— Yes, Dominus.

— This war has forever changed her.

— She does not stand alone is such regard.

— I am but hardened by it,

— and the lessons it has taught.

— I had thought decimation

— in threat of pulling you from reason.

— Yet you rise like the Phœnix,

— the fire of purpose filling eye.

— And soon shall take your place again

— as my word and my will.

— Soon?

— You did not summon to reinstate

— me into the legion?

— I would have you present

— Carnificina for the men.

— It will elevate you

— in the eyes of the legion

— to be seen in such giving spirit.

— And ease the way for you

— to again assume command.

— A privilege then.

— And opportunity to honor you

— and your triumph.

— You mistake intent.

— We shall honor Cæsar as the victor.

— There is no love lost between us.

— Surely there must be more fitting service that I might–

— A shrewd man turns rival to valued ally.

— Cæsar is blessed with storied name,

— and shall one day rise to shame the very sun.

— Make peace,

— and bask in glorious light.

— He shall be awarded all respect deserved.

— Many a boy may enter a war.

— Yet at it’s end,

— only a man will emerge.

— It warms my heart to see you become one.

— I am what you have made me.

— [ patting ]

— [ breathing heavy ]

— More soldiers return.

— They pry wood and beams searching for vermin.

— [ footsteps ]

— If we stay, will they not find us?

— They will.

— Is there nothing we can do?

— There is but one thing.

— Pray.

— [ grunting ] [ wood cracking ]

— If any but my visage return,

— take your life.

— It will be a kindness in comparison

— to what they will do to you.

— [ footsteps ]

— [ grunting ]

— Rebel!

— Here!

— [ clanking ]

— I got him! [ grunting ]

— [ clanging ]

— [ footsteps ]

— I begin to believe in your gods.

— [ exhale ]

— Let us see how far they will take us.

— Falernian.

— A taste I recall you favor.

— It is for your father.

— As are many things.

— The Imperator has much pressing upon mind.

— Laying more upon it

— would only serve to open grievous wound.

— Do all the years I have cared for you

— stand for nothing?

— They have brought me greatest comfort.

— It would sadden heart,

— to see you turned from our house.

— Or set to cruelest punishment…

— If he ever learned how you willingly

— gave yourself to me in attempt to ease my pain.

— If errant word falls from mouth,

— only suffering will follow them.

— At the hands of the Imperator.

— Or my own.

— And I will not be as gentle next time.

— You stand a vision.

— One to rival my own beloved wife.

— It is as a dream, to be resurrected so.

— Come.

— Crassus awaits your company.

— She has been prepared,

— as commanded.

— When last I laid eyes,

— you appeared as defiled effigy,

— marred by calamity of war.

— Now restored to graven image of Venus herself.

— Gratitude.

— For all that you have done.

— I would take my leave,

— if I am of no further use.

— Fall to your chambers in advance of celebration.

— You shall find welcomed gifts,

— most deserved.

— You hold celebration?

— Carnificina.

— In honor of our victory against the rebel king.

— Apologies.

— I fear I am not yet of strength–

— I did not imagine you would be of attendance.

— It is a blessing you yet draw breath.

— One bestowed by Spartacus himself, was it not?

— As I have told you,

— I exchanged words with the man only in hope

— of sparing what remained of my people.

— Know that I find no fault in it.

— The whole of Rome echoes with

— inflated legend of the Bringer of Rain.

— I would hear air filled with truer tale,

— of Spartacus the man.

— I knew him only as captor.

— I do not move to trap you.

— I but crave honest appraisal of worthy adversary.

— One I shall soon meet upon field of battle.

— Spartacus seems…

— not the beast,

— one would form thought of.

— And in place of horns and sharpened claw?

— A wounded heart.

— Yearning to balance scale.

— I know of his wife,

— and his thirst to avenge her death.

— No he is not consumed by a thirst for blood.

— Perhaps he stood as such once,

— yet now…

— he fights for what he believes is just.

— There is no cause more dangerous.

— He will not stop.

— I do not believe he could,

— even if he so wished it.

— Then he and I stand the same.

— Each believes himself the hero,

— the other villain.

— It is for history to decide who is mistaken.

— Until such a day,

— we shall play our parts upon fortune’s stage.

— As each of us must.

— [ foot steps approaching ]

— The city is yours, mighty Crassus!

— I would see to agreed upon price

— for aiding in its return to Roman hands.

— You set bargain with this fucking shit?

— One of gravest cost.

— Coin to set Midas to envy is carried to your ships.

— See yourself far from my presence.

— Or witness rise of morning sun from the shores

— of the afterlife.

— I will take most welcomed
leave by night’s end.

— With all that I have been promised.

— I am a Roman.

— One that gave aid to our enemy,

— for whatever the reason.

— You cannot do this.

— It is already done.

— [ whimpering ]

— It is the rarest of things, to see a man

— that honors his words.

— Stay beyond agreed upon hour,

— and you shall know the bitter truth of it.

— May the gods grant all that you deserve,

— mighty Crassus.

— As they have granted Heracleo.

— [ whimpering ]

— Come, my love.

— There are many wonders beyond these walls

— I long for you to see.

— You wish to break words?

— Tiberius.

— It warms heart,

— to see you recovered from your recent misfortunes.

— Come, drink wine, let us regail–

— My time is of short offering.

— I am taken with preparing celebration in your honor.

— Gratitude for the effort.

— Is there anything you desire towards it?

— Honeyed wine?

— Roasted boar?

— Oysters plucked from Poseidon’s garden?

— [ chuckles ]

— I would merely attempt to honor you with gift.

— As you honor me.

— This is Canthara.

— Born east of the Nile,

— but do not judge her for it…

— Followers are not allowed within city walls.

— It is a gift from your father.

— One I would share.

— Did he command you to do this?

— As he commanded me to pay tribute to you?

— Return to more willing flesh.

— The boy favors contention over cunt.

— I but favor truth.

— The Imperator would see us to common ground.

— I find us far removed.

— [ chuckles ]

— As mortal from a god.

— One set upon a small band of rebels

— with support of a century,

— lost his sword, turned heel and fled.

— While the other,

— strolled into the jaws of the beast,

— absent weapon, and brought down

— an entire city with but cunning and silver tongue.

— Refresh mind.

— Which do you stand?

— Upon a day my title shall be returned to me.

— And place you beneath heel–

— I have delayed you too long

— from pressing charge.

— And the opportunity it brings,

— to earn small sum of respect

— from those of us that stand as soldiers.

— Oh, and Tiberius?

— Oysters.

— The streets stand too swollen.

— And rooftops alone will not carry us free of the city.

— Gannicus…

— Halt.

— Part way.

— The traitor yet lives.

— I move beneath protection of your Imperator.

— Your ship stands in opposing direction.

— I would present precious bounty

— with offering of affection,

— before taking to unforgiving sea.

— Let them pass.

— [ shrieks ]

— [ sobbing ]

— You look upon me as a monster.

— Yet am I not more desirable fate?

— With husband fallen to the afterlife,

— what life would you have among the Romans?

— You are a woman.

— No better than a slave to them.

— [ whimpers ]

— I bestow loftier consideration.

— I would never bargain you off,

— as Crassus has done.

— Nor would I lock you in a cage

— and pass you about,

— as my men would have me do.

— No…

— you shall stand beside me,

— a queen upon the sea.

— My greatest treasure.

— And all who cross our path

— shall know that you are mine.

— Heracleo, no!

— No!

— Apologies for the pain I cause, my love.

— No, no!

— [ screaming ]

— [ whimpering ]

— [ sobbing ]

— That is the worst if it my love.

— I do not believe it so.

— It lifts spirits to see you alive,

— my friend.

— Many of my brothers did not fare as well.

— An act born of necessity,

— and raised with heavy heart.

— I much liked King
Spartacus and his companions…

— Well, most of them.

— Yet I was given a choice

— between a wealthy life, or die a merciless death.

— Which to a man of my sort,

— is no choice at all.

— I know what thoughts pass through mind.

— That we are but shit-eating Cilicians,

— no match for a god of the arena.

— Perhaps this is true, my friend.

— Perhaps my sword will find
your woman’s throat,

— before I fall.

— A thing you must appreciate

— in such a delicate situation.

— She is not my woman.

— [ grunts ]

— [ shouting ]

— [ grunts ] [ clanging ]

— [ swords clanking ]

— [ thud ]

— Sibyl!

— Huh!

— So you do care for the little one, huh?

— But it’s a pity now that you have killed her.

— No! [ whimpers ]

— [ clanging ]

— [ thud ]

— [ panting ]

— [ whimpering ]

— You are hurt?

— We must move quickly before we are discovered.

— What of Læta?

— What of her?

— We cannot leave her.

— She stands Roman.

— She won’t be seen with us.

— I stand nothing but a slave.

— As you once did.

— [ shouting ]

— [ screaming ]

— [ cheering ]

— You are truly gifted at motivating your men, Crassus.

— As all great leaders must be.

— Do not allow the Senate to hear you describe me as such.

— They might well tear you asunder in like fashion.

— Give no worry to such thought.

— You shall gain their gratitude

— in blow struck against Spartacus,

— and return of Sinuessa en Valle

— to rightful embrace of its citizens.

— [ thud ]

— We’ve just begun!

— Apologies, but I must serve correction.

— The citizens of this fair city

— were all laid to grass

— by rebellion’s fury.

— Not all.

— All of note.

— What of the Ædile’s wife?

— She has left these walls, never to return.

— You would claim entire fucking city for yourself?

— A wise man does not fight for glory alone.

— [ grunting ]

— The Senate will not easily swallow

— bitter news of such greed.

— Greed is but a word jealous men

— inflict upon the ambitious.

— They will be made to see past it

— and oblige us in the spoils of war.

— Us?

— [ metal thuds ]

— I would share in good fortune, of course.

— Perhaps the villa you now occupy

— and a portion of the taxes levied upon port?

— If the Senate

— could be persuaded that we are

— deserving of such bold claim?

— [ thuds ]

— We have done the impossible.

— Surely we should be rewarded for it.

— [ cheering ]

— Let us have final tribute of blood,

— in honor of Gaius Julius Cæsar!

— Cæsar!

— Cæsar!

— Cæsar!…

— Roman fucking cowards.

— Shit running your leg in thought of giving sword

— and proper contest.

— [ laughter ]

— And what would you do if graced

— with such opportunity, savage?

— Such spectacle is deeply appreciated.

— Yet the fall of Spartacus greeted more so.

— [ cheering ]

— Carnificina comes to an end.

— The rebel king to soon follow.

— Imperator.

— Honored guests.

— We come this day to praise a man

— considered above all others.

— A man possessed of such good fortune

— that he must indeed be blessed by the gods themselves.

— [ cheering ]

— In storied tradition of Carnificina,

— the ultimate kill signifies pinnacle of victory.

— Shall we award Cæsar the privilege

— of delivering fated blow,

— with sword of steel

— in a war he began with but…

— tongue of silver?

— [ cheering ]

— Cæsar! Cæsar!

— Cæsar!…

— [ cheering ]

— You choose your words with care.

— As all who must, in such position.

— [ cheering ]

— This man shall fall not in honor of Cæsar.

— Nor the great House of Crassus.

— He shall fall in honor of the glory of Rome!

— [ cheering ]

— Glory of Rome!

— Kill him!

— Hold!

— It is the will of the gods,

— that this beast shall see
himself free of shackles.

— So that I may prove myself worthy

— of the praise bestowed upon me by our Imperator…

— and his boy.

— [ cheering ]

— Come then.

— Let us see what challenge

— your rebellion truly offers.

— [ cheering ]

— [ swords clanking ]

— They hold celebration?

— Executions, for those among you

— yet of this world.

— I will have blood in their name,

— upon a day.

— Stay to the alleys and lesser streets as I guide.

— And perhaps live to see it so.

— [ swords clanking ]

— If this man stands for all of the rebellion,

— celebration may hold premature.

— [ shouting ]

— Let this man’s death serve as

— serve as harbinger for the fate that we

— shall inflict upon Spartacus himself!

— [ cheering ]

— Well fought, brother.

— Swallow cock, you Roman shit.

— [ grunts ]

— Behold!

— Their greatest warriors

— take their own lives in fear of Cæsar!

— Cæsar!

— Cæsar! Cæsar!

— [ chanting Cæsar ]

— [ laughter ]

— We will not make it.

— Can you ride?

— I’ve seen it done.

— Stay close.

— We will not turn back for you.

— You there.

— I thought Heracleo granted but one woman.

— Where did he come by this one?

— Go!

— [ clanking ]

— [ screaming ]

— [ thud ] [ screams ]

— [ grunts ]

— Hiyaa!

— Sound the alarm, you worthless shits!

— Close gate!

— The rebel escapes! Man the gate!

— [ grunting ]

— [ horse blusters ]

— [ thud ]

— [ screams ]

— [ horse neighs ] Whoa!

— Hiyaa!

— ♪ —

— Why do we not move after him?

— Must Julius fucking Cæsar risk

— life to kill every last Rebel himself?

— To attempt the ridge at night would

— see us to disadvantage.

— And by morning he will be to the wind

— with Spartacus and the rest

— of his rebel horde you allowed to escape.

— I have allowed nothing

— but the illusion of hope.

— When sun breaks

— my legions shall begin final march,

— spurred by dread of decimation

— and dreams of glory sparked

— by celebration in your honor.

— Spartacus is no fool.

— You expect him to wait in driven snow,

— for you to arrive and announce his end?

— That is exactly what I expect.

— We cannot remain here.

— What would you have us do?

— Sprout wings and soar towards warming

— embrace of fucking Apollo?

— We should turn and retake Sinuessa.

— The city is lost.

— As we shall be,

— if we do not act.

— Fuck the gods.

— And I believed myself a difficult man to kill.

— [ laughing ]

— Spartacus!

— You bring us a prisoner.

— Læta now stands as you or I,

— beneath heel of Republic.

— She may yet live,

— if her wounds are tended.

— See it done.

— Lugo.

— It is miracle any of us before you

— yet draw breath.

— The gods themselves must have taken

— note of delivered prayer,

— in order to see us from certain end.

— I fear they have but delayed it.

— How is such a thing possible?

— Nothing is beyond reach

— for the richest man in the Republic.

— Crassus.

— ♪ —

— It was always his intention,

— to trap us upon this ridge.

— He will march from the city with his armies behind us.

— And when he comes…

— death shall follow in his wake.

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