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He was reaching for the food,
you mad cunt!

Attius stands with us.

He stands a fucking Roman.

Crassus denies me sharpened blade.

Under what purpose?

Personal matter.

Brigands of Cilicia.

Pirates?

The Aedile and I had an arrangement.

I will not beg for my life.

Do this thing...

And you will be released.

Your man make fight gone.

Ulpianus?

Tell me where they are.

I don't know who you speak of.

Tell your men to advance.

Your father gave strict order not...

My father desires a wolf of battle.

Advance!

Stand ground, stand your fucking ground!

Retreat!

That should do it.

Here then, you cunt!

There stands greater worry

than grain carried to port
by Cilician shits.

What would you have us feast upon?

Promise of better days?

I would see bellies filled
with the death of Romans.

Crassus is certain
to dispatch more soldiers.

And we should be preparing
to greet them.

We are.

By ensuring our own
do not go into battle

weakened by hunger.

Full sails, we here for the night.

Heracleo.

How fares recent venture?

If you are of a thirst,
the gods have shown favor.

You carry no grain?

A clutch of amphoras so filled
were liberated from Roman ship.

Yet its captain held more stock
in drink than seed of bread.

Wine will not feed my people.

The Romans have stored
most of their harvest

against encroaching chill.

Difficulty rises
in securing such bounty.

As does its price?

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Move back!

Whoa, hold and fall to reason!

See each to a handful,
and clear them from the docks.

Spartacus.

More slaves taken afoot approach gate.

Will you see them to a handful as well?

Do you know of my sister?

I haven't laid eyes since the city fell.

We should not be wasting
what little food we have

on fucking Romans.

You know my mind upon subject.

I stand with Crixus towards it.

I have given Laeta my word.

It will not be broken.

Let me in, please!

If you hold weapon you must
give over before entering city!

Fuck!

Weapon?

Just this.

Merci.

It seems a lifetime past,
that I stood as him.

Show brand, and see what you...

Show brand or mark,

to prove you stand former slave
and no friend of the Republic!

We have nowhere to go!

Show me your brand.
Show brand.

The most fearsome weapons yet exposed.

I would take no offense
to closer inspection...

Next.

Show me your brand, show me your brand.

We need a place to sleep!

Open bag!

Put mind at ease, brother.

You'll have no need of this here.

Spartacus does not favor
his people holding coin.

Spartacus!

This one carries knowledge
of Crassus' army.

I say about a half
day's march from our wharves.

How great a force?

Larger than fucking city by her word.

Yet he has made camp and holds advance.

Why stay hand when
it grips such numbers?

He but grips his own fucking cock

if he believes we will...

Run!
Fucking Romans!

The Romans!

Seal the gate!

Give fucking way!

Fucking shits drew upon
us when pressed to show brand.

Gratitude for assistance.

There is no greater glory...

Than the death of your enemy.

I would lay eyes upon your brand friend.

Well, that presents some difficulties.

More so if you are absent one.

My dominus branded all his slaves

close to cock and cunt,

equally enjoyed upon drunken nights.

With that knife I rid myself
of him and his fucking mark...

Fall to cover and join the others.

Sever their heads and set them
to pike upon wall,

as warning against future attempt.

Crixus, Gannicus, Agron...

I would have much needed words.

It seizes heart,
to know you in such pain.

A deeper wound stands
removed from sight.

He has not come to your side?

I recall my father's grim visage

when first you delivered
me to encampment.

I have not since laid eyes upon it.

Place no worries in the absence.

The Imperator's mind

is taken with thoughts

of coming battle

against Spartacus.

We move to reclaim the city?

I have received no order
to break encampment.

Though a large number of men
have been dispatched north.

North?

Towards what purpose?

I do not hold your father's
confidence in such matters.

We stand as one in such regard.

What of Caesar?

Does he circle fading corpse,

eager to strip flesh of title
as word and will of my father?

He no longer stands among us.

Caesar has fallen?

He but follows command.

Leave us.

You have given Caesar mission?

One always intended.

He secrets himself among the rebels,

to hasten their fall.

The reason you ordered
he remain unshorn.

To assume guise of errant slave.

One must appear as wolf
to be welcomed by the pack.

A plan well considered.

I will stand by your side
when it bears deadly fruit.

That day has not yet arrived.

Rest, allow wound to properly heal.

Uh, I am your word
and your will, Father.

A position not commanded from upon back.

See yourself to uniform.

And let us break words
towards your men's punishment,

for foolish attempt against Spartacus.

Mystery of Crassus holding
advance falls to discovery.

The fucking cock on him.

Believing a few men could end rebellion.

Crassus does not move
as the others we have faced.

He adopts our strategies,

in effort to twist them against us.

We should heed caution,

and see the gates remain closed.

I will not deny entry

to those who have risked life to
break from their masters.

A thing born late in any regard.

Many unknown to us

have already passed through gate

to join cause, if outward form

does not conceal darker intent.

If there stand such among our ranks,

we must see them exposed.

You scale a mountain of ifs.

I would add to its peak.

If you are struck down
by one of your errant flock,

how would they fare absent guidance?

Crixus would see them upon proper path.

With aid of wise council,

gathered at this table.

I pray to the gods

that is a day I never
see come to pass, brother.

Yet if I held sole command,

I would move swiftly against Crassus.

On this we share thought.

We are men of blood and battle.

And the streets grow
restless with idle purpose.

We must stay course agreed upon.

We hold advantage of city walls;

Crassus' legions
will suffer on open plains,

while we train swelling numbers

to see weakened foe to the afterlife.

Would that Attius was still alive,

to forge more weapons.

You would see traitor live,

and Naevia with brains
upon fucking sand?

Let Attius stand as promised fate

for all who would see Roman
slaves from shackle.

Fix mind upon the present,

gauge prowess of those newly among us.

Escaped Romans yet to be found,

Crassus upon our gate,

and you would have
me play fucking doctore?

I would have you observe
with watchful eye.

Any that measure beyond expectation

may reveal themselves
more than they appear.

Join brother, and see it done.

A lifetime ago the words "fucking Gauls"

would spring from mouth.

If it did fall to Crixus to...

You are yet among the living,

and I would see it remain so.

Until threat is known,

I will be as fucking shadow.

Then darken heel,

and let us move to better
know mind of our enemy.

If I stood Roman,

my sword would have your
life in favor of ass.

Again!

If that man proves assassin,

then I am Jupiter's fucking cock.

Hmm.

No skill.

Small cock.

You.

Step forward.

I have witnessed your skill with
knife upon the unsuspecting.

Let us see how you fare with sword

against more discerning eye.

We waste fucking effort.

If there is a Roman among them,

would they not feign ignorance

of the ways of fighting men?

An animal cannot hide truer nature.

When pressed to corner,

it will expose teeth and snap jaw.

You are no stranger
to the clash of steel.

All shepherds are versed in sound.

Many seek to claim
another master's stock

upon hill and plain.

And what did your dominus
call his defender of goat,

before he slipped from grasp?

Lyciscus.

A name forced upon me.

One I desire quickly shed.

I shall have rematch, upon a day.

You.

Step forward, and attempt
to remain from fucking ground.

They take interest in you.

Do they take it in you as well?

And with coin I saw you relieving those

seeking refuge within your walls?

Break such words again,

and I shall relieve you of something

far more valuable.

Ah, you mistake intent, brother.

I mention deed only
towards thoughts of my own.

A city such as this holds
great opportunity,

for those brave enough to seize it.

Let us place training aside
for the moment.

And discuss matter in...

...far more hospitable clime.

She turns from offer of villa

for straw and the smell of shit?

For reason fallen upon
understanding ear.

The mind of a woman.

A foreign thing.

I would have words alone,
and see it deciphered.

She holds no threat.

I shall place myself at entrance.

With sword clutched in fucking hand.

Did not think the Slayer
of the Shadow of Death

had need of protector.

Unfortunate precaution,
in wake of morning's events.

Word carries of the attack.

Does it also carry word
of Marcus Crassus,

the man who commanded it?

Crassus...

You are pleased with the man

Rome has sent to kill me.

Crassus stands as no other
in certainty of intent.

He will not stop short of your end.

He is not the first Roman

to believe himself capable of the act.

Those that came before
him did not hold wealth

to turn Juno Moneta envious.

Coin holds little worth
upon the field of battle.

What of a mind keen enough to amass it?

Upon our first meeting you spoke
of dealings with Crassus.

I would know of anything
ear may have caught.

Such knowledge will not reverse sun,

nor alter the course of river's fate.

Then there stands
no reason to deny request.

Our business with Crassus

concerned only grain
and shipment, nothing more.

Yet my husband imparted story,

shared by Aedile of Neapolis
towards future dealings.

The man was thick
in negotiations with Crassus

when he intercepted message
from reviled competitor,

offering more favorable
terms to Crassus.

While seeing both profit

and valuable client soon to vanish,

the Aedile burned errant message,

swiftly agreed to Crassus' demands.

Only to discover months later

Crassus himself had sent the message,

intending for the Aedile
to lay hands upon it,

and move in direction desired.

I too intercepted message from Crassus.

And used what was gleaned

to clear path for him to assume command.

You have struck fear into
the very heart of the Republic.

Imagine the glory that awaits...

the man who defeats you.

Heracleo delivers less than expected.

Rations must be lowered by another half.

We will make due.

Until Crassus reclaims the city.

He does not stand the only
one capable of the unexpected.

Let us seek Heracleo,

and a future even the mighty
Crassus will not see coming.

Dispatch another thousand
men to aid Quinctius.

We must see progress hastened.

Imperator.

My word and my will.

You understand what that means?

Yes, Father.

Do you?

The first battle in my campaign
forever etched in history.

As a victory for Spartacus.

Father...
He was not to be engaged

until I arrived with proper force.

Was command not fucking clear?!

It was.

Yet opportunity presented

when Spartacus moved beyond city walls.

I thought it greater
offense not to seize moment.

A decision I may have made myself.

When I was yet a boy.

Apologies for disobeying
your command, father.

A thing that could
be forgiven in light of youth.

Yet your men falling to retreat

does not so easily slip from concern.

I ordered them to stand ground.

Yet they fled.

Because they feared the enemy
more than their commanders.

A false assumption
we must see corrected.

What punishment would
you have me inflict?

One to stand warning.

That death at the hands of Spartacus

pales against the wrath
of the House of Crassus.

Decimation?

Not since the days of Marius

has savage ritual been so commanded.

He would make example.

Of what befalls a man who turns heel

in face of enemy.

The fault is mine.

Had I obeyed your order
to stand ground...

Our men broke rank and fled.

You were left absent choice.

As my father now leaves me.

Fifty men.

Fifty stones.

Five stained with the promise of death.

Draw well and live.

Draw poorly...

You stayed at my side
while the others ran.

I am yet from this world because of you.

Place it from mind.

And pray I draw well.

You do not deserve to be placed
at risk among cowards.

I will talk to my father

and beg your removal from decimation.

The act would only
diminish you in his eyes.

A thing I would never allow.

You stand most honorable in his legions.

And this is fucking reward!

I shall do as commanded.

As all soldiers must.

The stables were a sweeter smell.

Castus.

Where is Heracleo?

He was heavy with drink
and whores last I laid eyes.

Seek him upon deck of his ship.

The man has a well known preference

for sea and cunt,
spread equally before him.

Gratitude.

Come, share cup, and we shall
seek him together.

We would not wallow in such low company.

Ah...

We are moved by pressing business.

Another time.

Hmm.

You wish to fuck the man,

make introduction and present cock.

I would sooner caress
shit and call it lover.

Cilicians cannot be trusted.

You are familiar with their kind?

I have had the displeasure
of their company,

in years past.

Choose words with care.

Walk with taste.

Spartacus calls them fucking ally.

You do not share opinion?

It would hold no fucking matter.

I am but humble servant

to the will of our glorious leader.

I have heard rumor Spartacus
stands a god among his people.

I have imperiled life
for his cause many times.

At Vesuvius and Calor

and battles far too numerous
in the counting.

Even in the taking of this fucking city.

Only to witness remainder of enemy

spared within its walls.

And coin honestly gained

stripped from hand to forge bargain

with the fucking Cilicians.

But small wonder
you are forced to relieve

what you can from those
newly entering gate.

A fraction of what is owed to me.

That is all I carry.

Consider it yours, toward
our continued friendship.

Too small a sum, to purchase
so rare an item.

Perhaps together we can see it grow.

And both our fortunes rise.

Apologies.

I will not have you speak of this.

Yes, Domina.

I no longer stand as such.

You may call me Laeta.

I often dreamed of being of your house.

You were one of Laurus', were you not?

Many nights I laid prayers

to be free of him.

If only city did not need

to fall in their answering.

Embrace what you have.

All can change in sudden moment.

There, you fucking cunt!

Brictius!

Spartacus gave clear orders.

No hands are to be laid
upon these people.

This Roman shit laid hands upon me,

snapping at robe as I passed.

I but entreated for word of my sister...

Fuck your sister!

Unleash cock, and find it severed.

All their fucking heads
should be set upon pike.

Gratitude.

Owed to Spartacus.

I tend to agree about the pikes.

Wait!

My sister...

Fabia...

flaxen of hair, such as your woman.

I beg of you, I must know if she lives.

Many Roman dead.

You join sister perhaps,
touch again one of us.

Please.

I have not seen her.

Why Spartacus allow them live?

I hold no understanding towards it,

yet we shall honor desire.

Gannicus, I must have words.

None give little girl,
not drink and fuck.

She makes valid argument.

You must listen.

I have laid eyes upon
something that lends worry.

We have taken to each
other's arms many times.

Yet never have soared so high.

We are far from Rome.

And tethers that prevent such flight.

Gratitude.

For allowing me to stay by your side.

I would never have you leave it.

Your presence gives much needed comfort.

It must weigh mind.

This war with Spartacus.

He is but nuisance,
soon to fade from memory.

My thoughts churn upon closer relation.

You have said Tiberius'
wounds already mend.

He will stand your word
and will in coming days.

A weight I question placing
again on so green a sapling.

He grows stronger each day

beneath warming
sun of father's guidance.

Ah, Tiberius has given all to please me.

To become honored soldier.

Yet when eyes are greeted,

there stands only a child before me.

Playing at the games of men.

He has fought and bled
for the glory of Rome.

For his Imperator.

Does he not deserve to be treated

as any other beneath your command?

You know I stand sympathetic
toward your plight.

Our numbers have unexpectedly swelled.

My men and I can only provide

what we ourselves can lay hand upon.

It is not enough.

Perhaps it would be,

if resources were not drained
by undeserving mouths...

You stray from subject.

As you from reason.

Do you think they would
treat your people

with such kindness?

We are not Romans.

Nor shall we become them
by acts of unnecessary cruelty.

This fucking man!

I will provide you with what
I can to feed the lofty ideals.

Yet fear, it shall
fall short of desired mark.

I would see target adjusted,

and center struck with surer purpose.

You wish to alter terms
of our agreement?

I would but add to it,

and see your ships filled
with more promising cargo.

Nemetes!

I would have words.

And I would finish fucking drink.

Fucking Gauls.

Shitholes rivaling the Thracians...

I am not fucking cur!

Gauls.

Return to drink and whores,
or part from this world.

Choose.

You did not need to be so rough
in demonstration.

We both must play our part.

Now speak about what
have you discovered?

The man holds no love for Rome,

through weight of his words.

How do you balance them against truth?

I believe his loyalties mirror my own.

Yet I will set final test,

and gauge action against words.

If words prove false, so does the man.

See it done.

A common thing,

to be so rudely handled by a brother?

Ah, he stands no brother to me.

Nor any man that
has not earned my trust.

I fear mood has taken sour turn.

Come.

Let us sweeten it with drink.

I would set desire
towards greater spoils.

And in the revealing of them,
set true nature to light...

This precious jewel

once stood domina to many
slaves within the city.

They attended her every need.

As she now attends ours...

Spartacus allows this?

Fuck the gods, no.

He helped himself to my fucking coin.

I returned favor...

with one of his little pets.

Prove yourself no friend
to these people.

Use this Roman for untold pleasures.

And when you have finished,
leave fresh mark upon her.

As we have so often done.

Leave us.

Calm yourself, calm yourself.

I stand a Roman, as you.

My name is Gaius Julius Caesar.

I come in the name of Marcus Crassus.

His legions are gathering in the north.

We shall take this city,

and see all those who have
done this to you suffer.

Free me...

Soon Crassus will come.

You have my word.

Free me...

What is your name?

Fabia.

Fabia.

Know that it shall not be forgotten.

Nor the men that set you upon this fate.

What have you done, you mad fuck?!

I set her free.

As I would all Romans
yet held by Spartacus.

You truly do stand one of us.

Come, brother.

Let us see it done.

There stands no stronger
bond between men,

than one forged in war.

Nor greater glory

than to fall in defense of mother Rome.

Each of you swore sacramentum.

To obey order given.

To refrain from theft
or breach of common law.

To protect the Legionary Standard.

And never to break rank
nor flee from enemy.

Those who stand before
me turned from field of battle.

Retreated from the rebel Spartacus

and his army of slaves,

fearing them more than
their own commander.

An error this night
I shall see corrected.

And in the lesson,
lay fear upon proper name.

Marcus.

Licinius.

Crassus.

Those who survive decimation

shall be banished to the followers camp.

To live among slaves and whores

until such a day I deem
you worthy of proper company.

Father, I would have word...

I am not your father in this.

I am your fucking Imperator.

I have too long considered
you a child, Tiberius.

Apologies.

You stand a soldier now,

and deserve to be treated as any other.

Join your men.

Fall to command.

Draw lots.

Let this night be forever remembered.

And cause never repeated.

Present your fates.

No, no, fuck!

You cannot do that!

Apologies there is so little.

Food grows scarce.

You risk life for us.

There is no more we can ask of you.

See heart lifted with welcomed news.

Crassus and his legions
are but a day's march

from our city.

He will retake it,

and in the act end our suffering...

I fear it has just begun.

Apologies, Laeta.

I had to tell them what I saw.

The fault is my own.

For laying trust in a rebellious slave!

Hold!

This man.

He is the one Attius helped free?

The blacksmith held no knowledge of it.

Your friend dead, because of her.

See them bound and taken to Spartacus.

They are his concern.

Where do you go?

To see memory of Attius
well fucking honored!

None give rise to suspicion?

They are eager for Roman blood.

As any true to our cause should be.

Fabia...Fabia!

Nemetes!

Break fucking words,
and knowledge of what you carry!

One of the missing Romans!

She came at me out of the shadows

half dead from attempted escape.

If it had not been for Lyciscus...

You spare their lives,
and this is fucking gratitude!

Fuck the Romans!

Fuck the Roman cunts!

Kill the fucking Romans!

Fuck this.

All should be struck from this world.

Fuck the Romans!
As you struck Attius from it?

Subject has been laid to rest, Gannicus.

Along with fucking truth.

He aided the prisoners in escape.

And made attempt on my life
when I discovered...

The Aedile's wife saw them free!

How do you come upon this?

Laeta hid them beneath the floor
of her husband's stables.

Saxa carries her
and the others to Spartacus.

It holds no matter.

Attius was a Roman,
who fell to deserved fate.

He was my friend, you mad bitch!

Seize tongue, brother...

Get him, Gannicus!

Kill him, get the fucker!

Let's see what you're made of, Gannicus!

Come on, hit him!

Gannicus!

Calm yourself...

Fuck you!

Come on!

Get up!

Gannicus!

He left me no choice.

He protects the Romans!

As does our mighty fucking leader!

Is this what we have risked
all for in joining cause?!

Spartacus gives command!

And I would give my life,

to feel enemy's blood hot upon cheek.

We owe Spartacus our own lives.

Yet he is wrong in this.

A thing known by all.

For every unwanted
touch placed upon you.

For every chain around neck,
and every lash upon back!

Take Roman blood as payment...

and let us see this city truly ours!

I will not do this.

You shall do as commanded.

As all soldiers must.

Let it be done!

Begin!

No!

Your lesson well learned.

Imperator.

Each day brings new madness.

Next you will ask to join
in wresting moon

from fucking heavens.

He sets purpose towards
more earthly goal.

Does it lie within possibility,

what I seek to do?

All dreams are possible...

it is but effort and cost that
keeps it from waking grasp.

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.

They're killing the Romans.

Keep watch over the Cilicians.

You seem to favor their fucking company.

Move, quickly!
Come on, quick!

Uh, sorry.

Oh, you must keep moving.

We will not make it to the villa.

No, you will not.

These for Spartacus.

Take from fucking path!

I do not see Gannicus among you.

Nor cause to heed his bitch!

I give cause.

Bitch.

More Romans!

Oh my God please, hands off him!

The Aedile's wife!

You will regain sense!

Or fall where you stand!

It is you who has lost sense.

And the Aedile's wife

who has seen you tumble from perch.

She is the one who helped
these Roman shits slip bond!

And smiled at you through fucking lies!

A thing of truth.

Attius held no part in it.

Nor did he deserve the end that he met.

This is return
for the mercy I grant you?

Mercy?

You robbed me of my husband.

Your people slaughtered
thousands within my city.

And I now stand condemned,

for trying to save
but a handful from such cruelty?

Learned at the hand of our Roman master.

Take her life, brother.

And in the act let us become
as one again.

A thing deserved.

Yet I will not see us become
the very thing we fight against.

There are many who question
your mind in this.

I question mind as well...

placing faith in you as a leader.

See the Romans that yet live
gathered within my villa.

Make further attempt against my will...

follow those you have
struck down this night.

The man has helped us more than anyone.

Yet I now doubt path he travels.

Then perhaps the time has come,
to forge our own.