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Who claimed his fucking life?

Miss Scythia.

She does not carry a name.

Gellert has done to a woman.

He would not have wished this.

You and I, standing in constant
opposition.

I would see aid given to Gellert.

We must be secure in knowledge that you
are protected from those who would see

you toward disadvantage.

Speak of Uncle Servius.

He looms but one of many. If Pompey's
allowed to marry Viridia, he will

be aligned with Gabinius. You intend to
remove Gabinius from the Senate?

No, I intend to remove him from fucking
life.

Ever bathed, sent to me.

Clara, this is a Taurus urgent matter.

Could you call upon me to... What is
this fucking shit? Send word to Cressus

discuss granting him my voice of order
in the Senate.

Now, me for this.

The video will know the man you truly
are.

No.

How does she fare, your daughter?

As one who has seen heart -torn
premature.

I cannot believe he's gone.

His death is the dearest blow to the
Republic.

Such a tragic loss.

Know that I am here for both of you.

Sentiment embraced.

As intended.

Ah, Caesar and Cornelia appear,
dispelling darkness with welcomed light.

Lydia, I have willed that this cherished
husband were cut from my own flesh.

I'm glad you yet stand whole.

Would that Pompey do not stand, sir? An
enemy of the people.

To think we greeted him with arms spread
with affection and adulation.

He must be seen to account.

preferably at the end of a fucking
sword.

He stands a consul of Rome, beyond reach
of laws that govern the rest of us. You

would see him go unpunished for what he
has done.

No, I only mean... Calm waters.

Crassus looks to introduce resolution
within the Senate to strip Pompey of

title. And protection it affords.

What of his army camped outside the
gates of Rome?

It fled from responsibility, as all of
questionable nature do when faced with

blood upon hand.

The situation is well attended.

He has been elevated to legatus and
charged to see Pompey to a violent end.

Well, Caesar, I will pay respects.

Caesar, you honor this house.

Oh, allow me to introduce Thervius,
brother, to beloved husband.

Deepest sorrow towards loss of most
precious brother.

Gratitude.

Yet I must inquire, why does your slave
stand among us?

Usher is a free man, and a respected
lonista within Capua.

Ah, yes, the Syrian good Proculus has
spoken of.

I have thought towards Munera to honour
fallen kin, and reintroduce myself to a

city I have been too long from.

Funeral games.

I shall provide my men gratitude.

Your remembrance of your father. Oh,
most excellent.

To be met in kind.

Without hesitation.

We do not stand empty of purse. Let us
say a clutch of your men each with

respective champions to meet in the
primal.

Your brother's memory will be etched in
blood upon the surf.

As I would see it held this day.

By all those of appropriate breeding.

We are but guests to the house of
Servius.

I'll see the man to Egress.

At rear of villa removed from public
eye.

Hold.

I would have a moment.

Apologies.

My uncle can be abrupt.

It was foolish of me to come.

I'd love the heart that you have.

I wish to express gratitude.

Towards?

You tried to warn me.

Of Pompey.

If only I'd listened.

The fault lies with the man who took
your father's life.

Got no other.

She did not deserve such a fate.

She did not.

I just can't look before I am missed.

Use beautiful systems.

Do not let talking set the end to our
course.

Again.

Brother of Gabinius has mind towards
funeral games.

Autore, clutch of men stand requested.

Choose as you wish.

Dominus, what of the Scythian?

Achilles shall face her in Primus.

Glory.

To the house of fucking Asher.

You avoid me.

I must attend my duties as villager.
Such encompass the murder of a fucking

senator?

I did not know Pompey would lash out in
a fatal manner. Attentions are far from

predictable when under sway of opium.

That is why your fucking domino so
desired it upon the moment.

Is it not?

And why you plied me with kindest words
to spirit such from domino's chambers. I

had no knowledge of what dominus
planned.

Nor would I have involved you if I
thought anyone would come to harm in the

of it. Intent has no bearing upon deadly
result.

If it were discovered that I... All with
a hand in it would suffer.

The affairs of this fucking house and
everyone within it fall from concern.

Domina makes ready to depart for Rome
and would see me remain at her side.

You leave this house?

Never to return.

You shall rise again when she falls to
the Scythian.

Doctore!

The Scythian does not favor her right as
you do.

It is the left that holds greater
threat.

Such is kept minutest.

Perhaps more observant I would yield
less disappointing result.

I thought you did not care for the style
of Damoceris.

I do not.

Yet my father did.

As does the beast you are to face in the
arena.

You remain from fucking back.

We move in hopeful direction.

Good.

Yet there are two ends of a fucking
spear. Seek to use them both.

It's you again, pricking opportunity.

These mantle of champions.

I give no shit towards it.

I but crave to sit the instruct from
this fucking world. If not by my hand,

yours.

Do not make such brief work of the
Syrian's champion.

I would see her suffer.

And by association, her dominance.

And I would see her set upon the man's
fucking doctorate. And scales of blood

towards balance. The crowd impossibly
chairs for you once more, little man.

Absent fallen brothers.

God bless the names, Satyrus. Yet I fear
they shall not grace you with

miraculous victory a second time.

Against fully formed opponent.

I am to fight again in the arena.

You are.

Yet not alone.

You would bear me with a fucking woman!
I would but have you live a while

longer. And see coffers filled with
coin.

In advance of your passing.

Come.

I have been too long from an opponent of
worth and would test myself against one

offering challenge.

Let us see what I recall from days of
war and adventure.

absent his presence filling it.

I stand in most painful regret that I
ever supported

union between you and fucking Polly.

You've been moved to procure a future
protected from those who would wish us

harm. Apologies.

I pray I do not intrude upon
introspective musings.

We but speak of this house.

And they're living within it in pale
shadow of loving father and considerate

husband. It does stand a fine villa to
raise a child in.

If ever really I may yet erroneously be
called such.

It is improper for men to bathe with
women. Serious. Proper is what part of

familiars deems.

Do I not stand such now in relation?

You stand so.

We shall leave you to restorative
ablutions. I will see you linger.

The presence of beloved niece bombs
wound of brother's loss.

As does that of stoic wife.

Is it not greatest relief to shed black
sackcloth and feel cleansing waters

against flesh?

If I were overseer of tradition, I would
see eight days of mourning halved, if

not quartered.

They could turn into years and yet not
allow time enough to grieve the passing

of my father. I would not see you so
removed from life.

What pleasure such offers.

What make you of Caesar and Cornelia?
They seem

taken by you.

You believe so?

They are of discerning nature. And add
status beyond measure, gracing

for the games.

They will come, you are sure of it.

They dwell within Asher's villa during
today.

You shall see them among us.

Ah, yes.

The Syrian.

How do they manage sharing domicile with
such a lonely beast?

Asher is no beast.

He is a man of careful thought and
gentle word, even when none are offered

You speak of the Syrian with a troubling
passion.

She finds the good in all.

Even those...

undeserving. I but speak the truth for
those who do not fear it.

We should have proper adornment for
games at the Munera, something of

yet muted in ostentation we will go to
the market when day breaks. I cannot go

to market upon the morrow nor hold
interest in entertaining such frivolity.

You need not accompany us.

We go often, mother and I. Absent,
platter -familias, or suitable male

We do not require leash.

Very dear.

It appears my brother has been
regrettably lax in regards towards

family.

A mistake.

We shall see towards correction.

I thought all lost when the old fool
promised his simpleton child to Pompey.

moment of worry.

Yet the gods favor Caesar and his
derving wife.

Has there ever stood such a man?

He is but empty shell absent the woman
before him. She would not be removed

your side.

Nor I from yours.

Yet I would see you safe behind the
gates of Rome, far from threat of Pompey

men yet loyal to him.

What of Crassus?

I shall deliver message upon proper time
and place in advance of my own

departure.

The Syrian has proven unexpectedly
useful, has he not?

Gratitude.

I but live to serve.

You but elevate the name of Caesar.

And of your patron. Come, partake in
wine and joyous celebration. I prefer

promises kept in lieu of libations.

Promises? Agreement was made.

If union between Viridian and Pompey was
halted, the reward will be the

rebuilding of the old arena destroyed by
Spartacus and I.

To be given control of it.

Was it not Pompey who struck Gabinius
down?

My machination devised by my hand alone.

Gabinius.

Will yet be of this world, if not for
Asher.

Of that there can be no question.

And upon my life you shall be seen to
deserve a reward.

Night becomes glorious day.

leave us we shall revisit the subject
upon heel of the legacy of gabinius

I'm not so far at distance when you made
effort to claim my life with the chains

that he had bound you.

Would you have not attempted same had
our place stood reversed?

No. I would have plotted and schemed
striking from the shadows to those of

craven hardwood.

If I had followed example, perhaps I
would not yet stand a slave.

Yet here we both find ourselves bound.

by the chains of our decisions.

This is to be mine?

Alone?

As Gannicus before you and Spartacus in
his wake, each claiming this as their

own, to his title of champion.

A title bestowed upon me months past.

Why does such a gift present itself in
the present?

As reward for loyal service.

Yet if you find the aroma of piss and
shit of the barracks more pleasing... I

defeated Ammonius, yet such bounty was
not offered.

Come to the right fucking point.

I plied Pompey with opium, as commanded.

Was it plot and scheme that he then cut
the old man down?

No.

It was not my intent to figure Binias
dead.

The man who took his life.

Of that I have no doubt.

Well, I turn darkness of thought towards
the fucking Scythian.

She presents challenge unlike you have
ever faced.

And I do not wish to see such glorious
accommodations stand empty again.

Anticipate fate.

She will attempt to draw you in to
imagine weakness, then strike.

Do we train, or do you seek my fall in
advance of Arena?

You hold the city and we'll show you
mercy?

You do not stand a fucking city in. If I
were, you would be embraced by my

father in the fucking afterlife.

Horse!

Take water and begin yourself. I do not
need... Fall to command.

She does not heed instruction.

I wonder how she fucking reminds me of.

How might I aid her if she will not
listen?

How did your father set unruly son upon
path?

By harsh words alone?

Or tempered with those of more
supportive nature?

So you would have me ply her.

A gentle caress and soft kiss.

A kindness reserved for those held to
fucking heart.

I but suggest temperance, if such is to
be found within you.

Have you broken words with Dominus
towards reunion with the latter?

I have not.

Dominus is consumed by more weighted
matters, yet I will at first opportunity

broach subject.

Are we to gossip as old women?

Return to fucking purpose?

You possess fucking shield.

However small.

Think upon using it.

Good.

Yet do not consider but for defense
think of it also as unexpected weapon.

Esteemed burden at last removes itself.

Your damaged cause not so easily swept
to remembrance.

Then let us soothe wounds with blood and
glory.

The men stand ready? They fuss for the
fucking day.

As all men of worth do.

There is one among them that I would beg
towards consideration.

Right name?

Tarkov.

That arrogant little shit presses for
return to the arena.

He does not petition for it. Instead, he
makes effort towards aiding Achillea to

face the city.

Was such the boy's choice?

With gentle fucking guidance from more
experienced hands.

I did not think he could see his pissing
in all direction long enough to lend

assistance to another.

Especially one he so despises. He is
learning to live beyond himself, slowly.

Yet he makes a dent.

And he would see him rewarded for
effort.

The horror latter. He holds her in some
affection. It would lift his spirits to

see her again.

The loss of his father still waits the
boy.

It is a heavy thing.

Loss of a man greatly admired.

You appear not your usual aggravating
self of late.

Shedding words, forgotten chords. I
would instead turn to more buoyant

reckoning.

Crassus at last removes arm from ass to
see the old arena risen from the ashes.

Boon to all of Capulet. More so to this
fucking house.

For the man before you is to be given
charge of it.

A great honor.

Well deserved.

Once arena's completed, attention shall
be taken with seeing it filled to the

thunderous cheers of the crowd.

I will have little time for the needs of
this ludus, nor those toiling beneath

his roof.

You would see it sold.

I will see it freely given into the
worthiest of hands.

Such was possible.

Nor I.

Yet, we soar beyond the tether of
imagination, severing it in service

of what we may become.

See the horn to the boy's arms, and may
he find peace in her embrace as we find

and promise our future morals.

I've dreamt of you, standing once more
upon the sands of the arena, victorious

in all regards.

Now I see that I have failed.

Yet, towards arena, such must stand the
late.

I hear of funeral games for Gabinius.
Are you not among those chosen to fight?

I have fallen from consideration as
Dominus.

Why?

Then I again flatline struck champion
towards a contest against fucking fifth

year. Champion?

A title you deserve.

If you do not stand such, how shall you
earn your freedom on my own as you have

so often promised? Let's not fall
towards future worries.

When present, aren't great in need.

The other lifetime since I've taken two
rounds.

And now we may embrace absent concern.

Concern?

For what?

That bloated Roman that handled me so
rudely.

And disapproving eye of your father.

He bore wide of distraction.

And fateful ends such could lead to upon
sands. You were well out of his shadow.

He was stubborn and overbearing, as you
yourself often noted.

I was in error toward many things.

God.

Where are you going?

To honor my father.

In word and deed.

Three belongings with fucking care if
the ability stands so possessed.

I shall be on gentle hands shattered for
slightest offense to treasured

belongings.

Gratitude. I find it deepest relief to
fall from such consideration.

This outstands as your own should need
or desire ever return you to capture.

Let us not sully a joyous occasion with
such due thought.

May I impart men to further swell
numbers towards precious cargo?

I would not entrust such to the rudely
trained.

We are yet to broach subject of
remuneration for your slave.

A gift in difference to Caesar and
deserving wife.

Well received for what it's worth.

Would that you were by my side as well.

It would lend greatest comfort with
Pompey running wild through the

The greater number of my men.

shall see you safely to Rome. Promise
you will join at earliest convenience.

With news Pompey has been dispatched by
your hand.

My word stands bond.

Go, and await glorious return.

Guard, see her safely to Rome.

Let us fall to the arena, Sirian, and
give final embrace to the man you helped

see from this world.

Viridia, do join us, miscreant and
lesserer. Much appreciated.

Yet respectfully declined.

I would have her close to Dirty Nuncle.
She does not favor proximity to the

blood. And yet, I would have her at my
side.

And there you shall find me.

Our exalted guest graces us with divine
presence.

Flatter.

Yet not enough.

Ravishing wife does not accompany.

She regrettably returns to Rome.

We stand blessed you yet remain.

But linger to pay honor to noble
senator.

His absence, mortal wound.

The crowd swells towards tribute.

The gods themselves shall bear witness
to how he was loved.

Yes. Shall stand spectacle for the ages.

The house of Asher shall ensure that
they to be remembered.

Oh.

Apologies.

With all the arrangements, I did not
have moment to send message. I have

more suitable operines from Calpurnius
of Pompeii.

Am I not to hold position in the games?

It does not seem reasonable to exclude
him on custody. He shall retain Primus

against Proculus's savage, upon
necessity of the crown.

They demand Achilles' return to the
Thans.

Brief as it may be.

A privilege to be so considered.

Oh, apologies once more.

Pulverness stands reserved for Romans.

Father often invited Asher to sit among
us. My brother is no longer among us.

And I but speak the truth.

For those who do not fear it,

Let Caesar hold subjection. With Caesar
to stand in the way of unflinching

veracity. Uncle. Let us not fall to
disagreement.

I shall hold vigil among the people your
father so dearly loved.

The air appears fresher, does it not?

I did not breathe through my nose the
entire time he did that.

We are not to fucking fight!

Edison of the Games deems it so.

Boudet, the conjoined fallen brother.

There is but one contest holding matter.

Let us place all else aside and turn
thought towards it.

that i have sacrificed only to return to
where i began once new arena is

completed you should be the one who
decides who occupies openness and you

be excluded i long for the fucking day

citizens of captua

the many among you may not recognize
countenance of long lost son Return

to loving embrace upon darkest hour.

I stand here before you as I did in my
youth. Servius Gabinius, brother to

storied senator, beloved by all.

Too soon taken from this world by the
villain Pompey.

Dearest brother is survived by stately
wife and treasured daughter.

who now fall to me towards security
affection.

Capua has suffered injury of most
grievous nature, yet we shall not be

by violent assault, nor wither upon
facing uncertain challenge of tomorrow.

this day...

the memory of my brother, your ally,
your champion, with blood

and sacrifice!

Galatea, Myrmilo, and Satyrus, drink!

How

many

lives did the little man protect?

I pray for one remaining.

Formidable opposing!

Offered by the House of Copernicus.

Enter Taurus, Hammer of the Gods.

Forts have reached here that Pompey
marshals his men towards the shores of

Rudicium in the south.

Rudicium?

What does he seek in such a horrid
place?

Advice to the man I would seek to cross
waters to Greece in efforts towards

raising greater numbers to swell ranks
of depleted army.

Spectre of civil war is upon us.

A fate my father devoted life to avoid.

I will see the villain to grass in
advance of further offense.

With the aid of Crassus and the tenants
of Folsom.

Gratitude.

I long to see the man responsible for my
husband's death fall to similar fate.

Would that I held the knife, claiming it
life.

legend. May he be remembered as such.

I am going to fuck you this night,
little man.

Then I shall let you.

I shall seek word with our champion in
advance of fucking Primus.

Disappointed? You fucking oaf!

Eternally.

To Vedermak, god of war.

Will he listen?

In favor of me, no.

Yet I pray to him in the name of your
father.

Well, your god would be wise to listen.

Or I shall have fucking words with him
in the afterlife.

Gilead!

Please stand ready.

She does, Dominus.

Those who sit upon ass and judge and
believe this house a fucking jest.

They hold that we among it are lesser.

That they stand above us and forever
shall.

Show them who we truly are.

And fuck that cunt into the fucking
ground!

My revered brother, noble husband,
beloved father, and senator of this

republic!

How great is your career towards
victory?

We shall see.

From the house of the Syrian, I give you
Achillean, godhead

of death!

Who shall such fearsome warrior face?

From the house of Proculus, enter the
Sidian!

This is the woman everyone so
passionately speaks of.

How disappointing.

She proves her worth.

As all women of wit and determination.

Here it is.

The House of Proculus is not to be so
feared after all.

You will not speak to a man in such
fashion.

A thing of little note.

Violent end often comes to those least
suspecting of it.

Gratitude to all for sharing in our
grief.

I stand at your service towards all
affairs of Capua, public and private.

We must all break meal upon success of
campaigning against Pompey.

Our house stands forever prepared to
receive you.

Cassutia, Viridia, fall to heel.

You have done the fucking impossible.

Champion.

You appear astonished I yet live.

I had hoped with all my being that you
would claim the Scythian's life.

Yet did not expect it. Nor I.

Gratitude for assisting in such a
fucking miracle.

I could not have another strike you down
before I lay claim to your title.

I had thought disagreement lay behind
us.

Would you not pursue mantle of champion?

Were I the one to hold it?

I fucking would.

I never dreamt nor desired to find
myself in such a position.

And yet here you stand.

Reflecting words broken by our
dominance.

If I would not have it so.

I would gain my freedom in the arena.

It was so blessed.

But beyond its walls, the fate so deep.

We at last find common ground.

And what would you do if such a day
comes?

Return to my homeland.

And seek the man who condemned me to the
wrong.

Your wrapping is overly tight.

Doctor, I thought you had an absence of
medicus.

I fear he's more suited to the taking of
life than the healing of it.

My father taught me how to dress his
wounds when I was yet a child.

He's deeply missed.

Beyond the telling of it.

See horses ready to be upon road within
briefest moment.

Would it not be wise to delay egress
until brunt of storm has passed?

A thing I do not need informing of.

Let us take wine and food and break
further word towards resurrection of

Alderina. I have thoughts towards
artisans from Neapolis and Pompeii of

higher quality than found within Capua.

Although at a cost considerably greater
than... Such arrangements prove

unnecessary.

Crassus has men in mind to his labors.

No. He has instructed me to relay Wynne
has shifted towards construction of

villas to be sold or rented in place of
costly arena.

Endless.

The bargain not struck.

fucking Asher -Nasi union between
Viridia and Pompey halted.

And we all stand everlastingly grateful.

Grateful?

You stand fucking grateful? Do not adopt
such tone with me. He is

gone from this world. His daughter now
beneath thumb of fucking uncle. And you

are for Plata's use in place.

I promise to reward you.

Fucking cunt.

Dominus.

Leave us.

Go. Did I not warn you, Syrian? I stand
as fucking god

upon mount.

Eclipsing the villain Pompey and soon
even that of mighty Crassus himself.

And you shall hail me as such.

Jesus.