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Spear of the silver dawn.

When the Chosen One possesses it, she will unite the tribes.

The Chosen One will forge the great golden bow.

Veran's searching for the deserter.

He's in a prison camp up there in the Blue Hills.

Find the spear before Rome.

I want what Lokka wants. You know I'm strong.

Not like Aulus.

They took our boy. We'll find him. I promise.

Something is wrong.

What's the very last thing Veran wants?

But whatever Veran planned, it wasn't this.

We're here.

We made it. See.

Wait. Wait!

Get out! There's nothing for you here!

Leave us what little we have left, for pity's sake!

I'm not here to rob you. I found your son.

I brought him back. Get out! You're not welcome!

He's here somewhere. I saw him come in.

-Make her go. -Who are you?! Why are you tormenting us?!

No! I rescued your son.

I brought him back!

We don't have a son!

We don't have any children.

♪Children Of The Revolution

♪ Yeah

♪ Well, you can bump and grind

♪ It is good for your mind

♪ Well, you can twist and shout

♪ Let it all hang out

♪ But you won't fool

♪ The children of the revolution

♪ No, you won't fool The children of the revolution

♪ There's no way

♪ Yeah

♪ Whoa ♪

Inside, go inside. Chop, chop. In you go.

Back in.

Sir.

Oh.

When will they hatch?

Don't...don't drop them.

Keep them warm.

How did you get in here?

Your guard. He's asleep...or drunk.

Why are you here?

The General has sent word that he will be delayed a further few days.

-Why? -And also that he has your associate, your friend, with him.

Would you um... clear those plates behind you?

This what you imagined when you became Praefectus?

That you'd be left behind to do the housework?

A messenger boy?

I'll get someone to clear this up.

Thank you.

Hey.

So...when might be a good time to discuss what happened back there?

Just leave me alone.

Running off on your own private adventure, risking everything?

What were you doing?

The Gods' bidding. Isn't everything I do the Gods' bidding?

That's what everyone keeps telling me.

Just because every decision you make is preordained

by the Gods, doesn't mean you can't ponder each one for a while,

you know? Mull it over.

Try to be a wise Chosen One.

Not a stupid, reckless Chosen One.

Just piss off! No. You need to listen to me.

Think back to those blessed days

when you actually used to listen to me, when I was your teacher.

Things have changed since then.

We'll stop here and rest a while.

That's exactly my point.

Yes, they have changed.

Those challenges you faced when training,

what did you think they were preparing you for?

Easier challenges?

No, the opposite.

Challenges that are more insanely difficult

than you could ever imagine. Earth, air, fire, water.

Those were the simple ones.

Basic stuff that a kid could understand.

Now you're dealing with entities you can't possibly comprehend.

Giddap!

I set those tasks for you.

Me, your friend.

Now, who knows what forces are focused on you?

The Chosen One? Willing you to succeed or to fail?

-I got a message. -I know, and these messages are often ambiguous

or brittle and have to be deciphered.'One will betray you.'

What's that?

How would you interpret 'One of them will betray you?'

Ambiguous? A riddle?

I'm drowning here.

Fucking help me, will you?

Where did this warning come from?

It wasn't a warning.

It was a threat.

From where?

From a child.

A boy...

who spoke with all the arrogance of the Roman devil.

Find out who will betray me and find out who they answer to,

because I don't need to understand the forces at work against me.

I just need to know their name.

How do you know it's not me?

I don't.

It can't be me.

Why is this mine?

It's ridiculous.

Do you want me to give you a lesson?

-What?! -An archery lesson.

-You look nervous. -I'm not nervous.

You're nervous.

You give ME a lesson?!

I've never heard anything so absurd. All right.

I may not be able to leg it up a tree like a squirrel

or tell my thistleworts from a sedge-blain,

but I used to be a Cantii prince, remember?

I was taught archery every day from the age of...three.

Shooting an arrow -is one thing I can actually do. -Mm.

I can show you the basics, at least. Fine! Whatever!

If that's what you want, if that's what'll make you happy.

Let's go.

How many were there?

Four or five, I think.

Why didn't they go after you?

They didn't see me.

They just charged through and you were in their path.

Sorry.

You all right?

Keep still.

What are we aiming at?

The tree, pine tree.

Eyes on the target.

Oh, on the target. Game-changer

Deep breath...

and...

when you draw, draw back in one smooth motion,

bringing the bow up at the same time,

so that the arrow's in a straight line with your arm. And...

Very good.

-Eyes on the target. -Yes, I know.

-Deep breath. -Please.

Fuck!

Sorry. Sorry. Is everyone all right?

What the fuck was that?!

What are you trying to do?

-Huh? -It was a mistake. The bow string snapped.

Oh, you got a cut on your cheek. I fucking know.

I might have something that could help with that.

What's that you've got there?

What, this?

Well...this is Big Pebble.

-Big Pebble? -Mm-hm.

Big Pebble. Mm, ah, ooh.

Big Pebble knows all about you.

Sees your secrets.

What you hide away.

You are hiding something from everyone.

(And now, Big Pebble told me.

What did he tell me?)

He told you that...

..sometimes...

..I weep.

You weep?

The responsibility on my shoulders

that I have been blessed to protect the Chosen One.

Then you weep?

I can't allow my weakness to affect morale...

so I go and find a quiet place.

And have a little cry?

No further questions.

Making potions?

Who are you planning on poisoning?

The General wanted Mediterranean herbs in his garden

to remind him of home.

They're not thriving.

Too much rain.

We're planning a feast tomorrow night, in honour of our master.

-Here? -Here.

Shouldn't we wait for your husband's return? He'll be sorry to miss it.

It's precisely because of his absence.

The Lokka grows impatient and needs placating.

He needs proof of our loyalty.

He must be in no doubt of our devotion.

Mm. He'll want a sacrifice.

-He will. -Hm.

The witch?

I think...we can do -better than that. -Hm.

Who, then?

A precious...possession.

A beautiful jewel.

Someone worth sacrificing.

Why don't we give it some thought, you and I?

No need to decide now.

We could use some of your Mediterranean herbs.

That'll be nice.

Can you pick a bunch?

Bring them to the kitchen?

Choose your faves!

Take me to the Underworld.

Why?

Because tomorrow, I'm hosting a feast to honour my master, Lokka.

If you don't wanna lose any more precious limbs, you'll do as I say!

Your master, Lokka?

No more your master than he is mine.

It's not your party. You don't get to choose anything.

I know why you want to go.

Think you'll come back with an advantage over that demon you're fucking that'll save your skin.

Help me bring the demon down.

You hate him as much as me.

It's not that easy.

You have no idea what game you're in...

let alone how to play it.

I can help you.

I could leave the key.

Look.

Found this the day they locked me up.

Leads under the stables to a breach in the wall

and there I can see... the marsh and forests and freedom.

I can't leave.

Not while Aulus' thumb is on me.

Not until his curse is lifted.

You can't help me.

I have more influence -than you think. -You have none.

She holds all the strings, your high priestess.

Your only way to him is through her.

Here, Fella.

I never established whether you can't speak

or whether you just don't.

I mean, is it a condition or are you just in a bad mood?

Doesn't matter.

Oh.

Look, this is Big Pebble.

Look at it.

Your eyes.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Not so fast, Fella.

Big Pebble has a question for you.

Are you ready?

Are you taking the fucking piss?

The name's Drella, not Fella.

I don't know what you think you're doing with the stone, but it's...

it's embarrassing.

Can I...?

If what you wanna ask me... if Large Pebble's question is,

'Who is the one to watch?,'

my answer is...

every single one of you fucking clowns!

But specifically?

The Regni, Ania.

If she's not about to stab someone in the back...

then my name's not fucking Drella, you cunt!

Yeah?

Does that answer your question?

No, no. No.

What?

Did I hear right? Did you coax some words

from our fragrant friend over there?

What did she say?

Well, she called me a cunt.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, you don't drink like him.

Second thoughts...

Not used to it.

Why don't you question me with your large stone?

-Big Pebble. -Oh.

Big Pebble doesn't work on everybody.

I'm pretty sure Big Pebble wouldn't have much effect on you.

Didn't work on Fella.

Let me see it.

What's it supposed to do? -Make you feel something? -Not sure.

I've never used it on myself.

-No, I'm not getting anything. -Hm.

-I told you. -Is that because I'm such a cold, hard bitch?

You're certainly very angry most of the time.

It's exhausting.

I remember times when I wasn't angry at all.

I was a mother once.

I remember the times when I was bursting with happiness.

What happened?

Rome fucking happened.

And now anger is all I have.

I'm only content when I'm spitting blood

and revenge is all that drives me.

You should try your big stone on her.

She'd fall for it.

She loves all that.

That's not why you're angry.

Hm?

I said, 'That's not why you're angry.'

What happened to your son?

That's not why you really hate the Druids.

It's something else...

isn't it?

You shouldn't leave camp by yourself at night.

It's not safe.

What are you doing?

None of your business.

That looks nasty.

How did you do that? Your stupid fucking arrow.

-It hit you as well? -It hit me first.

Wow. I mean, that's terrible.

So sorry.

The string was er... the string was broken.

I don't know if you've seen...this.

Again?

What's this?

What are you trying to do?

Look at the pebble.

Look how smooth it is.

What is it?

Big Pebble.

Look at the lovely, smooth pebble. Look at it.

You look at it.

You see, you can't trust Big Pebble.

Surrender to Lokka.

You haven't got a chance.

Captain. A heavy column's -been sighted. -A what? Pardon?

Cohort, heading from the east towards this place.

Well, who are they? Where are they going?

I was dispatched when they were sighted.

The others have gone to intercept 'em.

They'll be en route to the frontline. We can't take

any more prisoners here.

We're at capacity.

Send word - no more room.

Captain.

Here, look.

Can I help?

You're Lucius Validus.

And you are...?

-Oh, Rufus. -Felix.

Yeah, we were with you when you were Praefectus.

Right.

Well, hello again.

Sorry to see you here in the same boat as us.

I'm not in the same boat as you.

Yeah, no...

it's an expression meaning, 'We're all in the same situation.'

All about to be executed for desertion.

Not me.

Not today.

I thought... I thought it was today?

That's what we were told.

That's what the man said, isn't it? Yeah. Today.

Well, then I hope today you will be with your Gods and ancestors

and free from the sufferings of this world.

Me, I'm on a different path.

Well, how come?

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

Tell us.

You sure it's today you're to be executed?

Pretty sure.

Budge up. Budge, budge, budge.

There's a spear that everybody wants.

The spear of the Silver Dawn.

Aulus wants it.

The Druids want it.

I have it.

Ten years ago, maybe 15,

at Calvery, outside Jerusalem,

there was a regular weekday crucifixion. This mystic,

this one was holding on...

He looked me in the eye... and he forgave me.

He didn't say anything, but he forgave me.

Now, I don't know who that man was or even if he's part of the story,

but the spear...

..the spear has the power...

to change worlds.

And that's why I won't be dying today.

Hm?

Oh, cool.

Here she is.

Prison camp's on the plain north of here. I can get a vantage point

on the forested side.

Have they got Lucius? Did you see him?

It was too far away.

But if he is there, they don't know who they're holding.

The place is a mess.

It's hardly even guarded.

If your sister has lied to us, you will pay the price.

All right, mate?

All right?

What do you want?!

Prison camp's been sighted.

We're moving off.

Behold the majesty and splendour of the Roman Empire.

Looks like a cesspit.

Looks like a shithole.

Yeah, same thing, really.

There.

That's the cart they took him away in.

So they don't know.

They look hungover.

Probably get pissed every night.

You were right.

This should be easy.

They might not even notice.

They might notice.

Shit.

Got to give us a day's warning. Clear up some of this shit.

Just... I don't know, stack it -somewhere out of sight. -Yes, sir.

Oh, come on! Fuck's sake!

-Space out a bit! Move up!

Where's your sword? Left it over there.

Well, fucking go and get it!

It's up.

Horses.

Who are we expecting?

I imagine it's my rescue party.

The Roman Devil.

Bloody hell. Is this good or bad news?

Look to the General!

Hello, old friend.

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome.

Tonight...

we will honour our master.

Tonight...

we will show him...our devotion.

Oh, Majesty.

Here you are.

What are you doing?

Preparing, High Priestess.

Everybody is asking after you.

He has come.

It's time.

Come. Hm.

Who is it to be?

A precious possession.

A beautiful jewel.

The Veran. We need to get out.

I know a way.

It's stopped.

We have to go.

I must see him. I must speak with him.

No. He's not here to speak.

He's here to destroy.

I can stop him. No. He's poisoned the air.

We have to go now.

I know a way.

Come on!

About time.

If you slay me...

the price will be the Druids.

Every last one.

So not even your stories, your... your bullshit myths and legends,

not even your memory will survive.

Hear me, earth demon.

-No. -Hear me, Lokka!

No!

10,000 dead, a rusted blade,

string of beads,

debt unpaid...

..a home infested,

poisoned ink,

a forest felled, an acid wind,

hope laid waste, wells of oil,

garnet and glass,

a clarion call,

fill the cup, dredge the moat,

tainted rain,

a foundered boat...

Come on.

Come on. Come on!

Ugh. Ugh.

Where does it lead? To a breach in the wall. Go.

He has come.

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