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Argh!

Aw fuck!

Two weeks and the mark's
still raw as a whore's cunt.

Eh, I bear the
same mark, brother,

without pissing about it.

Ha ha ha ha!

You lower your guard
after each assault.

I shall see it raised then.

Your head is mine.

How shall I mount it?

You move well today.

You do not. What distracts you?

I had Ashur send
a letter to Aurelia.

A week passed now, and no reply.

You expect different?

A woman seldom rushes back to
the husband who calls her a whore.

I said no such thing.

Not in words. The
letter was contrite.

I admitted I reacted poorly to
the news of her being with child.

And now she makes you wait...

The way women
punish us for being fools.

Strike it from your mind

or find your brains
upon the sand.

Licinia: These are exquisite.

Yes, they've been in
the family for generations.

So this sort of
arrangement happens often?

- No.
- Hmm.

But when such a request is made,

one must be prepared to
offer only the finest quality.

The House of Batiatus does
not fall short in that regard.

This one, I think.

Ah, Diana, the
goddess of the hunt...

A fine choice.

Do you think she would approve?

When Actaeon saw her bathing,

she turned the poor
bastard into a stag

and set his own dogs upon him.

Oh, how fitting then

that you should have a
stag of your own to play with.

Have you decided?

There is only one man

I would invite
such peril to know.

I will have Spartacus.

The champion.

Of course.

Is that a problem? If
more coin is required...

No no no no no.

No, the cousin to Marcus Crassus

deserves the slayer
of Theokoles himself,

at fair price.

Oh, it is not the
price that concerns.

Psst.

If ever my husband
were to hear of this...

The gods themselves would
have to whisper it in his ear.

We take the utmost care

with the delicate nature
of these arrangements.

The mask ensures anonymity,

but you must do your part.

Tell no one.

Arrive exactly at
the appointed time,

unencumbered.

Absent slaves or attendants?

Who would hold your
husband's loyalty true to value.

I would avoid complications
for you and this ludus.

Ilithyia.

Oh.

Apologies. Am I early?

For what purpose?

You invited me to midday meal.

- Did you?
- Yes. For tomorrow.

Oh, was it?

I pray I have not interrupted
important proceedings.

Oh no, on the contrary.

We were only just speaking
about you and your gladiator.

What was his name? The Celt...

- Segovax.
- Yes, Segovax.

Pity. Perhaps you should
buy several next time

until you get the hang of it.

It's a very difficult process.

Very few make
it to the final test,

still fewer the arena.

My husband demands
only the finest.

As do we all.

Forgive my haste, but my
own husband expects me.

I look forward to
our next encounter.

She favors you.

And I her.

It warms the heart to know
my hands are responsible.

Then let me take
them in gratitude.

You should be more careful

with Licinia.

She's of a strata
above your station

and will not hesitate
to remind you of it

the minute her mood shifts.

And it shifts frequently.

I am well versed in
dealing with such people.

Of course you are.

So am I to be invited?

Invited? To what?

To the masquerade.

You think I did not notice the
mask she was attempting to conceal?

You're mistaken.

There is no masquerade.

She merely wanted to
borrow the visage of Diana.

To avoid complications?

A wealthy woman of
status visiting a ludus,

concealing masks and
whispering of complications...

If I did not know better,

I would suspect intent

to fuck one of your gladiators.

- Ilithyia.
- She is, isn't she?

Oh, that little whore.
How positively depraved.

I promised discretion.

You must not breathe
a word of this to anyone.

I would never think it.

You have been a
most valued friend.

And this will be

our little secret.

Lucretia: I can control her.

Ilithyia?

Like you did with
her and Segovax?

She had her own man
make attempt on Spartacus

under our very roof, and
you yet speak of control.

Spartacus inflames
her beyond reason.

Licinia is a different matter.

Even Ilithyia has sense enough

to fear reprisal from the
cousin of Marcus Crassus.

As she should.

That man shits gold.

To have the favor of
such an ally in Rome

could pave my way
to a seat in the curia.

There is one small obstacle.

Licinia favors the
touch of our champion.

Spartacus? That
will not be difficult.

- Oh, he's always difficult.
- In a past that no longer exists.

I shall command

and it shall be done.

Ah, the champion
of Capua arrives,

a man who so terrifies Jupiter,

the clouds burst and
the heavens weep.

My glory is but a
reflection of my dominus.

- You flatter.
- I return in kind.

And the gods take notice.

Just when I thought we'd
accrued every accolade,

yet another falls in our
laps from the heavens.

Fair Licinia, cousin to
Marcus Crassus himself,

has personally requested you.

- Crassus?
- The richest man in the republic.

A great honor.

Who's to be my opponent?

Opponent?

Licinia has no interest
in watching you fight.

Her desires are of a
more intimate nature.

I am to lie with her?

And shame all men who follow.

Such things are
asked of a champion?

They are. You have concern?

No.

I am the champion of Capua.

I shall perform all
duties required of me.

Bring her to satisfaction

and see our fortunes
rise along with your cock.

Is there discomfort?

None.

When can I return to training?

The fact that you walk among
the living is a marvel in itself.

How long?

A week, maybe two.

Tomorrow.

No, it is much too soon.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow then.

Ashur: A glorious day,
long in the coming...

Crixus risen from the dead

and Ashur finally
freed of his shackles

to take up sword again.

You would resume
training as a gladiator?

I yet bear the mark

and long to stand with
my brothers once more

upon the sands of the arena.

Perhaps this time
you will have the sense

to stay out of my way.

Take this fucking thing off me,

now.

He gave you no pause?

None.

Our dog is finally housebroken.

You were wise

to put down his bitch.

Shh.

Leave.

And send in some wine.

Everything comes to plan.

We shall have
Licinia's wet gratitude,

and with it the ear
of Marcus Crassus.

If Spartacus
performs as promised.

Every breath he takes is in
service to the glory of this house.

I know he's willing,

but it's been many months
since he last lay with a woman.

After such a time,

his passion might
be all too brief.

Well, that would be unfortunate.

Yet easily avoidable, if
Spartacus is presented

opportunity to hone
his skills beforehand.

You have wandered
to the wrong cell.

Are you not Spartacus,

bringer of rain?

I am Mira.

I have been sent to please you.

To what end?

Is your pleasure
not an end to itself?

I do not care for games.

Give your true purpose.

Find your tongue.

Domina fears

that you've been too
long without a woman,

that you will be unable
to withhold your seed

long enough to please
the Roman woman.

The notion offends me,

as does your presence.

You do not desire me?

I desire only sleep...

and the absence of dreams.

Gods grant me strength

to rip these fucking
bars from their moorings.

We were fools to
think they favor us.

We yet share a roof.

It would not have happened
if Dominus had sold me.

Is that not proof that
our union is favored?

To have you but not have you...

It is a wound beyond healing.

All wounds heal,

even the deepest.

Would that they had
never been inflicted.

You would wish never
to have known my heart?

Men: Welcome,
Crixus. Welcome back.

The Undefeated Gaul returns.

Perhaps it is time he
chose a new name.

Crixus.

My spirit soars to see
you again upon the sands.

The underworld
would not have me.

Take note.

A true champion
rejoins the brotherhood.

Champion of ass and balls.

Has there ever been
such a man as Crixus?

No, Domina. There has not.

Praise the gods for his return.

May they guide him
to many more victories.

And our purse filled by such.

Yes, filled to bursting.

You will spar with Duro.

The German?

He has yet to set
foot in the arena.

And you have been long absent.

Prove yourself against the
man and see advancement.

Ashur: And who shall face Ashur?

Choose carefully,

for I long for blood.

- Doctore: You train?
- I do.

By whose word?

The dominus himself promised
that I would rejoin the brotherhood

once I was freed
from the fucking brace.

Batiatus: Ashur.

A word.

The master calls his dog.

What of my victory
over Hasdrubal?

How the crowd roared when
I cleaved his head in two!

- A minor victory, long forgotten.
- Kleitos then, or Lysimachus.

All long ago. Your days
as a gladiator are past.

Dominus.

I beg of you,

let me prove myself yet worthy.

You already have,
outside of the arena.

Your cunning is sharper
than any gladiator's sword.

I would not risk it on
errands of foolish pride.

Are we in agreement?

Your will, Dominus.

To business then. I have
had thoughts toward Solonius

I would discuss on
the way to market.

Did you note any
signs of discomfort

as Crixus took the sand?

- No, Domina.
- Huh.

He's anxious to
regain his place.

But I would not
see him overreach,

nor hide pain from his recovery.

If you notice Crixus attempting
to conceal anything from me,

you tell me immediately.

Yes, Domina.

The opposite sex has no sense
whatever when it comes to their limits.

They must be constantly
watched lest they harm themselves

in the simple act of being men.

Wait.

Domina.

How did you fare with
Spartacus last night?

Was his cock of impressive
size when engorged?

How many times did he have you?

Huh?

Speak.

He would not have me.

- He would not?
- No, Domina.

And yet you wait
until now to tell me?

I was afraid you
would be displeased.

Take off your dress.

Tits, ass and cunt all appear to
be without disease or deformity,

which tells me the
fault is not in the flesh

but in the bitch.

Apologies, Domina.

Return to his cell tonight,

and I expect his cock in you,

or you'll find a
sword in its place.

This isn't the arena.

The world is my arena, pup.

Send me a man.

Stand down!

Agron.

Duro.

Enough.

Half rations for the
remainder of the week.

Test my patience again

and I'll see you
both to the mines.

Crixus continues making friends.

Spartacus: Yet no
word from your wife?

None forthcoming,

and no more coin to pay
Ashur for the service of letters.

You will dishonor us

if your mind is
not on the games.

Tell the jackal I
will cover the cost.

I will repay you.

Quickly,

before he departs.

Ashur.

Your man has run afoot.

Perhaps you'd care
for a real opponent.

Are you so eager to
return to the medicus?

Crixus, you are summoned.

Soon.

Get off.

Tarry a while.

Your master's yet at market

and Ilithyia's not
expected for several hours.

Oh.

Is my skin not soft?

Yes, Domina.

I had the slaves
draw a milk bath,

recalling a time
when it pleased you

that we could
afford such things.

Oh.

Does it yet cause pain?

No, Domina.

I wish I could say the same.

It was torture to
see such perfection

marred by Theokoles.

When you fell to your knees

and the giant
was at your back...

my heart seized in my chest.

Then you looked
up to the pulvinus,

to me.

What was of your mind,

in that frozen moment
between life and death?

I welcomed the afterlife

having known the
love of a goddess.

You will always be mine, Crixus,

mine alone.

Five sacks for the price of 10.

See to it they are
dryer this time, shit hole.

The last ones stank of mold.

Do not churn, good Solonius.

The thief will suffer when prices
plummet with the next harvest.

I pray his cock
follows the decline.

You are left off leash?

My master is to his villa.

I yet have business to attend

and words searching
for receptive ears.

My situation has shifted.

And with it your loyalties?

Batiatus proves himself
unworthy, as you had divined.

Such base character seldom
weighs the true worth of a man.

I take it your scales
are more in balance.

I hold valuable news, beyond
the meager recompense

you offered when last we spoke.

I'm surrounded by jackals.

It concerns your life.

If that is no cause for
you to loosen your purse...

Wait.

You have picked my bones clean.
Speak before I reclaim the meat.

You fuck the whore Desponia on
this night every week, do you not?

You voice what is
already well known to me.

Hmm. Send another
cock in your place

or see it removed
along with your head.

Batiatus moves against me?

I am to pay his agent
and see the order given.

You've been warned.

I really cannot
believe the difference.

When I first visited your
home, I felt great sorrow

for the woman forced
to live in such conditions.

Now look at you,

surrounded by opulence

rivaling families
of proper heritage.

Trinkets merely,

not nearly so valuable
as your friendship.

You have many
new friends of late.

You and Licinia seem quite
at ease with one another.

Gratitude for the introduction.

Would you care
for some wine or...?

Wine will not still my thoughts.

I prattle on with
pleasantries, but...

I cannot pretend indifference to
what you revealed about Licinia.

I revealed nothing. You
jumped to conclusions.

And landed on proper footing.

Ever since,

I can think of nothing else.

With respect,

Licinia's passions
are her own concern.

My mind falls not to Licinia.

It is filled with
baser thoughts...

The vision of brutish hands

being laid upon me

in a manner quite lacking

in my husband's touch.

I should not speak
of such things.

I dishonor myself.

Your desires should
not shame you.

You are a woman.

Our needs are vast.

- I must put my mind from it.
- To the purpose of distraction?

Preferred to discovery.

Such a thing would
ruin my husband

and taint my father's name.

Such concerns are
voiced by all those

who sample our wares.

Can you name any, save Licinia?

I have heard of none.

No.

You have not.

Shall I make the arrangements?

Yes.

You will not be disappointed.

May I suggest Varro?

Varro?

No, far too common.

The man must equal the risk...

A fact well known

by your own desires,

ones that I admittedly share.

Domina.

Get out, you filthy slave!

My ears suggest a tempest,

but my eyes reveal a
wife gone fucking mad.

Yes, well, look to
Ilithyia as the cause.

What new slights have
prompted this costly eruption?

Her cunt overflows

at the thought of Licinia
bedding a gladiator.

She demands equal treatment,

so she set her lust on Crixus.

And her choice
drives you into a rage?

It's not her choice,

it is her manner that offends.

Honey drips from her tongue

to conceal the bite of piss
that she showers upon us.

The acrid taste
is well familiar,

but we must learn to
swallow it along with our pride

until we have secured
her husband's patronage.

What need have we of Glaber?

Licinia delivers us
Marcus Crassus.

Crassus's wealth is undeniable,

yet he but holds
the rank of senator.

Glaber outweighs
with that of legatus.

The favor of both coin and title

would speed our ambitions.

To rise,

you would have me kneel.

One day soon

we will give Ilithyia
a lesson in manners.

But for now necessity
dictates we give her Crixus.

Make the arrangements.

Fucking Gaul.

Turn your thoughts. I'll
have at him soon enough.

Spartacus: You wish
your brother dead?

Who speaks such a thing?

Your actions.

I only wish to protect him.

And who will do so in the arena,

where every man
must stand alone?

You do him no favors.

You lie!

Varro! Varro! Hey.

Tell him you lie.

I did what you paid me to do.

I sought out his wife,
but she was not there.

- The boy?
- I found no one.

But there were traces of
blood on the floor and...

Spartacus: Varro,
regain your senses.

Calm yourself.

Men: Varro, kill him, kill him!

- Kill him.
- Come on.

Guards.

They will not
break. I have tried.

Speak to Batiatus.

- Towards what purpose?
- You have his ear.

If he would let me leave these
walls for but a day or two...

- He would not allow it.
- You will not even make attempt?

You are fortunate
only to be chained.

To petition Dominus
with such insanity

would only provoke
further punishment.

How would that help your cause?

My cause is lost.

Ashur found only
blood, no bodies,

which means your wife
and child may yet be living.

The gods punish
me for failing them.

The gods rarely
take note of fools.

Now pull head from
ass and use it for once.

Where would your wife
and boy flee if set upon?

Think.

Naevia.

The hour is late.

You should be in your cell.

I could not sleep.

My mind is full of
thoughts of the arena.

Embrace the sands of time.

As they flow, I harbor no doubt

you will again be a champion.

Capua already has its champion.

Spartacus bears the title,

but I look towards a
man of honor to regain it.

If you value your life,

never awaken a gladiator.

Please.

Domina sent me.

Return the way you came.

Why do you refuse me?

Am I not pleasing?

I have no desire
to lie with a woman

who has been commanded to do so.

And what do you think will
happen if I fail such a command?

Stay then.

On the floor.

Is there nothing I can do
for the champion of Capua?

There is one desire

I would have serviced,

if you are able.

Spartacus breathes
fire this morning.

I wonder the cause.

Mira,

how did your evening
pass with our champion?

He made many demands of me.

Many demands, eh?

Our Thracian is ready to stud.

I shall make arrangements
for this very night.

When the sun rises, we will
have road to Marcus Crassus.

What of Ilithyia and
her desire for Crixus?

I've already set
plans in motion.

The pup bares his teeth.

Sleep did not come?

Nor is it deserved.

Embrace dreams
when the sun falls.

- I have news.
- Aurelia?

Not yet.

But I have dispatched Mira,
one of the house slaves,

to look for her and your son.

How did you manage such a thing?

She was sent by Domina

to prepare me for certain...

duties required of a champion.

So the gods throw
women at you now.

Agh! Agh! Fuck.

Your form returns.

Pair with Hamilcar.

It appears Duro
has lost his brother.

Better that than his head.

It's done?

The whore Desponia
fucks no more.

Nor the man inside
her when I slit her throat.

It was not Solonius.

Whew.

Whose face do I look upon?

Kastor,

one of Solonius's men.

Send it to Solonius.

Let him savor the
relief of escaping death

for the moment.

You will be bedding a
proper Roman woman,

one far above your station.

Heed my words that
you not offend her.

Yes, Domina.

Speak not a word,
nor make a sound,

save one of pleasure.

Follow her lead.

Anticipate her desires and
then fulfill them vigorously.

Yes, Domina.

In the arena you are
champion of Capua,

but tonight you are
a common slave,

to do as commanded.

Are we clear?

We are clear, Domina.

They will prepare
you for the festivities.

Wait until summoned.

Fetch the best wine.

I want our guest well
plied when she arrives.

Domina.

Where were you last night?

I waited almost to
the point of detection.

I could not break away.
I was tending to Domina.

Domina

or maybe that guard
I saw you with today?

You are mistaken.

I am not blind.

You were touching
his arm and laughing.

And the way he gazed at you...

If you are not blind,
then you would surely see

that Hector gazes at all
women in the same fashion.

I give no shit
about other women.

You shame me.

You shame yourself

with thoughts of
imaginary slights.

I know what I saw.

No, you do not.

Nor did Hector.

His key.

The purpose of my
smile and touch...

The only one he received.

I have but a moment
before I must return

with Domina's wine.

Use it to apologize
for ever thinking...

You are my heart.

I will never doubt
the beating of it again.

Oh, apologies, Licinia.

We appear to have arrived before
Ilithyia's finished with Spartacus.

No!

Guards.

Oh,

would this not set every
tongue in Rome wagging?

The wife of Legatus
Claudius Glaber

fucking Spartacus,

the man that nearly ruined him.

It is a scandal, is it not?

The most splendid
I have ever heard.

Stop laughing.

Stop laughing.

Stop laughing!

Ilithyia.

What were you thinking?

She slights me at every turn.

I wished only to
teach her a lesson.

By pairing her with Spartacus?

If my husband will
not defend my honor,

- I am forced to do it myself.
- Honor?

Is that why the cousin
of Marcus Crassus

lays dead in our fucking house?

It was not my intent.

Your intent matters for nothing.

Oh fuck!

We are undone.

No. Licinia came alone.

She told no one of her purpose.

- No one?
- Not even her slaves.

There is nothing to connect
her with the House of Batiatus

once the body is disposed of.

What of Ilithyia?

Oh, I'll take care of her.

Apologies.

It was an unfortunate mistake,
coupling you with Glaber's wife.

Know that it was not my
intent, nor of my knowledge.

It is I that owes apology.

For a moment my
hands were not my own,

but those of a man
who no longer exists.

Let us not speak
of this night again.

Spartacus,

your loyalty...

It honors this ludus.

I did not mean...

No.

Of course you didn't.

The way she laughed at me...

You said I was
to lie with Crixus.

Why did you give me Spartacus?

Why would you do such a thing?

You ask what you
already know answer to.

Shh.

My husband will
see me dead for this.

You have killed me.

No.

I have brought us closer.

No one will ever know
what happened here tonight.

Licinia's body will
never be found.

You're protected.

No.

They will know.

They will see the
deed in my eyes.

Then you'll stay here with me

until your eyes are clear.

We've had our
differences, however veiled,

but I've come to see what
a valuable friend you are.

This will be our little secret.