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IN 120 AD, THE NINTH LEGION OF THE ROMAN ARMY MARCHED INTO THE UNCONQUERED TERRITORY OF NORTHERN BRITAIN.
THEY WERE NEVER SEEN AGAIN. ALL 5,000 MEN VANISHED, ALONG WITH THEIR TREASURED STANDARD...
SHAMED BY THIS GREAT LOSS, THE EMPEROR HADRIAN ORDERED THE CONSTRUCTION OF A GIANT WALL
TO CUT OFF THE NORTH OF BRITAIN FOREVER.
HADRIAN'S WALL MARKED THE END OF THE KNOWN WORLD.
TWENTY YEARS LATER, ROMAN-OCCUPIED SOUTHERN BRITAIN
Our gods will bring us victory today!
On your knees, seed of evil.
You have stolen our lands and killed our sons!
You have defiled our daughters!
I curse you!
The Romans who came here many years ago...
where did they go?
In the great woods beyond the snowy mountains
there is a man who can tell you...
what you want to know.
Why are you looking for me?
Who are you?
I am Esca, son of Cunoval...
slain chief of the Brigantes.
Who is it you talk to in Roman tongue?
My slave.
It's true.
Their god marks them all with the same scar.
My father would like to see such a slave.
You will be my guest.
You must teach your slave not to talk to you as he does.
We will help you.
The hunting was good?
It was good, Father.
You wish to eat these people too?
I bring a guest. Esca.
Eldest son to Cunoval,
slain chief of the Brigantes.
And his slave...
a Roman.
Does the slave have a name?
I have brought many Romans back to my village...
but never with their head attached to their body.
You are welcome, Esca,
son of Cunoval.
Come. Eat with us.
Show him where to go.
Here comes the Roman slave.
A Roman, can you believe it?
Why are you here?
I came north to be free of Rome.
My heart hunts for a place to be free.
I tricked the Roman to help get me here.
You!
Take your eyes off her, slave!
- What is it? - He was looking at my sister!
All Romans are savages.
I have seen what they do to their prisoners.
Such people are not to be trusted.
If it please you, kill him.
No.
You are my guest, and he is your property.
As long as you trust him... he lives.
Listen.
Do you hear the sound?
Do you hear the heart beating?
Feel the fire in your belly.
Drink. It is time to celebrate our young men becoming warriors!
Traitor.
Just another dead Roman.
The coward knelt
and begged for his life.
- Are you leaving? - Yes.
Can I go with you?
Go back to your family.
My father will be angry.
You tell him when he wakes
that Esca's sorry, but he has to go now.
Not until he wakes, yes?
They've gone?
They've gone!
Split up!
This is what happens to those who betray their own people!
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