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— Our numbers have grown beyond wildest expectation.

— And winter will soon be upon us.

— Resources of the Senate are drained by these conflicts.

— There is one among us

— who could fund endeavor from his own purse.

— It would take considerable coin and effort

— to raise such a force.

— And in return you will be offered a command,

— under Cossinius and Furius, of course.

— I begin to question turning from
the calm of the ocean breeze,

— and the safety of my city’s walls in Sinuessa en Valle.

— Their terms are agreeable.

— Father.

— Spartacus, this one carried a message.

— You planned this.

— It speaks of hope that word finds them safe

— within the villa.

— Sole command and charge to bring Spartacus

— to deserved end is now yours.

— There isn’t a villa in all the land

— that could hold such numbers.

— No, there is not.

— Only a city could hold us now.

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— Come on, keep it up!

— Not as easy as butchering a horse, is it?

— Their kick is considerably more gentle.

— Diotimus.

— Spartacus summons you.

— The southern coast?

— It will force Crassus’ army

— to march much greater distance to meet us,

— sapping strength and supplies.

— But will we not stand as drained at journey’s end?

— The comfort of city walls will see us revived.

— A thing denied Crassus.

— Diotimus.

— I would have your counsel.

— Apologies…

— I am absent knowledge concerning strategies of war.

— Yet you are well versed in other needs.

— You spoke of a city protected by walls

— and caressed by ocean’s breeze.

— Ah…Sinuessa en Valle.

— Uh, home to me for many years…

— Then you know of its defenses.

— You would take the city?

— Mmm, that path rests upon your words.

— There are two gates.

— The main one faces the hills to the west.

— Open for trade during light of day,

— secured as sun retires.

— And the other?

— Set against cliffs,

— running up to the canyons of Melia Ridge.

— Impassable during winter months,

— which are already upon its peak.

— I would not find ourselves trapped there.

— Nor I.

— How stands the main gate?

— Formidable, once sealed.

— Could a few men from within see it opened,

— beneath cover of night?

— It is well defended,
and you would be absent means.

— The Ædile feared weapons could be turned upon the guards,

— ordered all of note

— locked within a storeroom near the gate.

— We must give up sword upon entering?

— Let us turn toward more favorable prospect.

— Hold a moment…

— I had dealings with a man during my travels,

— who claimed the city his own.

— Attius, a blacksmith by trade.

— I know of him.

— My dominus often spoke of his distaste for the man.

— Can we lay trust in the Roman?

— He stands Roman only by name.

— Weigh his purse with enough coin

— and he would call Thrace or Gaul his mother.

— I would have you with me to break word.

— I would join you.

— Break camp and follow.

— Remain unseen until called to purpose.

— What of your brands?

— If you are searched at the gate,

— effort will be short lived.

— A point well made.

— My fucking dominus holds sway with the Ædile.

— Speak the name of Laurus towards meeting of trade,

— stand chance of avoiding entanglement.

— The next you greet him, it will be Laurus who kneels…

— and calls you master.

— Step forward!

— That will do.

— Give up weapons. Any weapons?

— Step forward!

— State business within Sinuessa en Valle.

— We come for grain.

— And all the pleasures your city has to offer…

— Ah…you insult me.

— By so light a palm.

— Well…allow weighted apology…

— I would have your brace, and the jewels upon it.

— It is most treasured possession at this time.

— I would not part with it.

— Then turn from fucking gate.

— Guards!

— As you wish.

— Oh, please inform Laurus that…

— his guests will not be able

— to keep intended meeting, hmmm.

— Wait.

— Ah, give over weapons.

— And grace ear of the man that
Decimus saw you well treated.

— Gratitude.

— I shall see you well rewarded this day.

— I understand your plight, Ulpianus,

— but you must understand my husband’s.

— The Cilicians yet plague our waters

— and Spartacus now assaults transport upon land.

— The cost of grain –

— soars beyond reason.

— If I raise the price of my bread any further to cover loss,

— I-I fear the crowd will turn upon me.

— A matter to be taken up with my husband.

— I would not ask if profit were my only concern, Læta.

— My wife is with child.

— I will broach subject with him.

— Gratitude.

— Hold sentiment until it is deserved.

— I do not expect him to be moved.

— Three denarii!

— Yeah, fresh this morning!

— This is the one you spoke of?

— It is, Ædile.

— I warned you shackle would not stand warning enough

— after Diotimus slipped from grasp.

— Words now heeded.

— See it done.

— And in grim wake,

— post notice to quell further unpleasantness.

— This way!

— Stand up!

— Come on.

— Ennius. Forward.

— Why are you not at the horreum?

— I was delayed by young Ulpianus.

— He has implored me to broach – Now is place nor time.

— Come on, get on with it!

— By permission of honored Ædile,

— I present yet another beloved slave

— fallen to treacherous thought
and whisper of rebellion.

— And who would not fall to such beneath heel of a toad?

— He was discovered secreting scraps of food

— intended for journey far from these walls.

— Laurus cannot be faulted for a dog turned to madness.

— Show an animal kindness

— and it will give loyalty until the heavens fall.

— A journey that would lead to kinship

— Show it nothing but the lash
with like mind of untold

— mischief towards the Republic…

— and wonder not why it bears teeth.

— Shackles alone no longer
offer fair deterrent.

— Let us add to them with warning of weighted stone

— and the promise of death

— for any who dare follow in such regard.

— Stop, and listen!

— Make him suffer!

— Finish that fucker!

— Must make attempt to end this.

— It would but pair our fate with his.

— I will not stand idle

— while the man’s life holds in the balance–

— Spartacus!

— Spartacus!

— Spartacus!

— He will see your fucking Republic to blood and shit!

— Spartacus!

— Spartacus!

— Spartacus!

— Spartacus – See rebellious tongue

— forever stilled!

— Spartacus!

— Die!

— With Spartacus that you will
all gonna have to lie!

— Come on!

— Throw!

— Throw!

— This is your time for retribution!

— Die!

— Throw more!

— Yeah! Die!

— Yeah!

— Come on, throw!

— You draw attention.

— I but end suffering.

— As I would for all so afflicted
by festering disease of Rome.

— Procure a cornicen for each centuria.

— I would not have command obscured during battle.

— And see tesserarius tripled in number.

— Watch must be alert should Spartacus attack

— under cover of darkness.

— I will not be caught unawares as Cossinius and Furius.

— Another message from Senator Metellus.

— The man threatens to bury us beneath a storm of parchment.

— The Senate grows anxious for our troops to move

— from Field of Mars in pursuit of Spartacus.

— They are not alone in such thought.

— Mmm, there are yet needs to be attended.

— How stand we on account of arma?

— Sabinus and I have procured
what was requested.

— You will be well pleased.

— Let us weigh the worth of your labor,

— set achievement to scale.

— You have exceeded expectation.

— He will recognize value of all your efforts.

— And who most deserves highest command beneath him.

— Vulcan himself could not have forged

— more glorious arma towards noble cause.

— It’s a rare thing…

— for such blasphemy

— to be proven in execution of skill.

— I stand humbled by the praise of Crassus.

— A straighten back, and see words follow

— towards honest price.

— Ninety denarii.

— My-my finest offering.

— And cost of less divine spectacle?

— One hundred and twenty denarii

— per soldier, fully equipped.

— As agreed upon by your noble son.

— A fair price.

— Apologies, Dominus.

— He has arrived.

— Your terms are agreeable.

— Tiberius will conclude our business.

— Yes, of course, gratitude –

— Did I not tell you?

— There now stands nothing
between you and deserved title.

— Am I to be kept waiting entire fucking day?

— If that is my husband’s wish.

— Huh.

— Well, one he shall not see granted.

— Cæsar!

— Your men forget themselves.

— You are the one that has lost mind.

— Leave us.

— Hmm.

— She never did care for me.

— Have you ever given her reason?

— My apologies for not worshipping her as Juno upon cloud.

— I would fall to my own wife, too long from my arms.

— Cornelia has been sent word of your delay.

— Delay?

— Is that what you term setting upon me

— as I return through city gate,

— in advance of bath or fresh robe

— to erase hard it necessity.

— Your victories abroad are well known.

— As is your insolence

— in waging battle against the allies

— of Mithridates absent proconsuls’ permission.

— The province would have been lost

— if I had waited on word from those sodden fools.

— Ah, as I would’ve lost advantage of lone voice upon ear,

— if I had waited to break word with you.

— Speak plainly.

— I grow tired of mystery.

— Ah, then let us part veil.

— You hold revered name of the Julian clan.

— Sired from the bloodline of Venus.

— Divine mother of Æneas,
forbearer of Romulus,

— exalted founder of Rome –

— I require no lesson in my fucking heritage.

— Then perhaps one in mine.

— I am descendant from no god.

— Nor man of lofty note.

— I’m tolerated within the Senate

— solely for the wealth I have amassed

— through labor and dealings

— those with «proper» lineage deem beneath them.

— And you believe this singular cause why they hate you, hmm?

— Your campaign against Mithridates

— and um other adventures.

— Costly, were they not?

— I know you stand in considerable debt.

— A dangerous place for a man to find himself,

— when he’s made enemies of the «sodden fools»

— who would see him to ruin.

— Ah, I shall see it repaid.

— By what means?

— You possess name absent wealth.

— And you possess wealth absent name.

— Imagine what could be wrested
from highest perch,

— were Crassus and Cæsar to align themselves.

— My name has remained constant

— since falling from my mother’s womb.

— You have been heavy with gold for equal years.

— Why now suggest the pairing?

— Opportunity to seize laurels and the gratitude

— of the Republic presents itself.

— And with it, first stone upon the road

— to greater glories.

— What would you have me aid you in,

— to see such a day hastened?

— Bring end to slave rebellion.

— And death of Spartacus.

— Attius.

— I would have words, you fucking goat.

— Jupiter fuck me!

— Have you lost wit coming here, you mad shit?

— You are branded an enemy of Rome.

— I was told you hold no love for the Republic.

— Tell me you have not brought

— the Bringer of Fucking Piss and Shit to my very door?

— Your legend precedes you.

— I bring but opportunity.

— One that you may profit greatly from,

— if you are of a mind.

— It would have to be very considerable,

— to outweigh risk of association
dragging me to depths.

— A river shall flow in its wake,

— if we find ourselves lighted upon favorable shore.

— What would such a journey require?

— Your skill, towards the fashioning of swords.

— Swords?

— Hmm.

— The fucking Ædile denies me the crafting of weapons,

— blame laid on fear of your rebellion.

— All that is struck now are fucking

— tools and shackles,

— to keep the slaves of those privileged fucks in hand.

— The Ædile will not be of concern.

— How many would you need?

— Two will see our needs met.

— You give coin enough for many times what you ask.

— The balance towards your discretion.

— And what purpose will silent tongue not speak of?

— Do we have agreement?

— Two swords, and an end to involvement.

— Return as sun falls.

— I would linger,

— and recall joyous times with trusted friend.

— I hold concern for the Roman.

— Let us hope the weight of coin
anchors him to purpose.

— Rejoin Agron.

— Make preparations.

— When moon is at its highest, we shall see gate raised.

— And fucking city fall to deserved fate.

— Attius.

— My appetite swells.

— Where would I find holdings of grain

— within Sinuessa’s walls?

— The finest quality.

— From the fields of Sicilia.

— I have mind towards large acquisition.

— Ah, I’ll seal that for you.

— Apologies.

— My husband concludes business…

— No pressing concern until moon greets night.

— You stand well supplied.

— Shipment received this day from Sicilia,

— with another to arrive upon the kalends.

— Although most of that

— has already been purchased by Crassus.

— Marcus Crassus?

— He favors our stores above all others.

— And one of the few that can yet afford cost,

— ever rising in light of events

— concerning the rebel Spartacus.

— Have heard of the distress he has caused the Republic,

— in my travels.

— What brings you to Sinuessa en Valle?

— Slaves.

— I find myself with ever expanding family of them,

— and would ensure they are well provided for.

— You have thought toward housing them in the city?

— It has crossed mind.

— If you wish to see them any form of comfort,

— I would strike from such.

— Pleasure doing business with you.

— I witnessed a slave stoned in the marketplace.

— A common occurrence?

— No.

— Yet I fear it will become so,

— if this matter of rebellion is not soon concluded.

— Let us pray, then.

— For the proper end to it.

— He at last frees himself.

— You were at the stoning this morning, were you not?

— I was present at unfortunate spectacle.

— And ended it prematurely.

— Gratitude.

— The crowd pressed towards frenzy.

— I would not see more blood spilled absent cause.

— Nor I.

— Absent cause.

— Bring knife to bear upon beard.

— Hmm.

— Why do you pause in the face of command?

— She but obeys a higher one.

— The dominus orders you to remain unshorn.

— Toward what purpose?

— His thoughts are his own in such regard.

— And what are yours?

— I do not understand.

— It is a simple question.

— What are your thoughts?

— Towards what subject?

— The one that stands before you.

— How do you gauge Cæsar?

— I do not know him,

— and can form no opinion of worth.

— Demand any question,

— and he shall break answer to aid you.

— You are taken with wife?

— Your eyes stand as my wife’s.

— Mmm.

— As does taste upon lips.

— I would be reminded of her in shadow’s touch.

— Eyes shut towards difference…

— and warmed by longing remembrance…

— Kore.

— Remove yourself.

— Yes, Dominus.

— You send gift of wine and warm embrace,

— only to snatch away –

— She was not sent for your fucking pleasure.

— Apologies.

— I did not know the girl held meaning.

— You’ve been away too long from civilized company.

— See yourself to robe,

— and thoughts towards more pressing matters.

— You present yourself with breasts and ass

— formed with morning dew.

— Is it wonder that a man strong of desire

— would not be tempted to taste such ripe offering?

— Take lesson and remove yourself from fucking sight.

— Yes, Domina.

— We have not yet procured enough horses.

— I will not have cavalry found
lacking in moment of need.

— What has happened?

— Nothing of concern, apologies.

— Break words, and find comfort in how they are received.

— I was attending Cæsar as commanded…

— Cæsar?

— Gaius Julius Cæsar?

— He laid hands upon me.

— If your father had not appeared, I…

— Where is he?

— The man we hunt…

— was a champion at the arena,

— to rival any in the Republic.

— Yet only a gladiator, regardless of skill.

— How has he bested our legions?

— Spartacus knows of war,

— and the waging of it from his days in Thrace.

— If rumor is true,

— he fought among the auxiliary beneath the fool Glaber

— before his fall of Vesuvius.

— Then he’s familiar with our tactics.

— And has used such knowledge to the regret of those

— that have pressed him.

— Hmmm.

— He believes he knows

— what a «proper» Roman soldier will do.

— A thing that could be turned toward advantage.

— Would that my own blood
stood now so sharp of mind.

— Ah, years and the taste of battle

— will hone your pup’s teeth.

— Of that I have little doubt.

— Yet to bring Spartacus to ground
I must have a wolf at my side.

— Hmm.

— And let us turn gleaming fang towards moon of full purpose,

— and see blood and gore matted upon fur.

— Curfew! Inside please.

— Make your way indoors!

— Curfew! Move, move.

— Move along!

— Off the streets!

— You move along!

— Clear these streets!

— Messalina!

— She has a habit of running wild.

— Here.

— You stay close to your mother.

— Gratitude.

— You inside.

— You there.

— I laid eyes upon you in the square this morning,

— did I not? As I upon you.

— Word has reached ear you spoke my name

— upon entering gate, claiming business.

— I fear you have been misled.

— You have nothing I find of worth.

— Then why are you within these walls?

— Remove hand.

— What is your purpose here?

— Put question to honored husband, and have reply.

— He trades with the Ædile?

— He does.

— The mistake is mine, then.

— See yourself from the streets before nightfall,

— to avoid further misunderstanding.

— Come along!

— Apologies.

— I assure you, not all in the city stand as him.

— What he spoke of, removing myself from the streets…?

— Is it not troublesome?

— I made attempt to dissuade my husband,

— but he thought it best to have streets cleared

— of all but city guard,

— until the rebellion has been quelled.

— You have a place to call your own this night?

— Yes.

— I have my eye towards such.

— Move inside!

— All streets are to be cleared!

— Curfew is in affect!

— A little more securer this time!

— The streets cleared by guards?

— By command of the Ædile.

— Did you know of this?

— Fuck yourself.

— News greets me with shared ear.

— Trust these will service need.

— They will.

— Yet there is more we must ask of you now.

— I thought as much.

— Two hundred denarii a piece,

— and you may lay hidden here until sun crests

— and curfew is lifted.

— It is not sleep we seek.

— What deformity of mind do you think I suffer from,

— that I would give further aid to enemies of Rome?

— We find ourselves heavy with Roman coin.

— What cost would sober intent?

— Five thousand denarii would see me far from this city,

— and shores of fucking Republic.

— A bargain well struck.

— Call me Roman no more, then!

— How many more swords do you need?

— Those that join us are well armed.

— Join you?

— You move to take the fucking city?!

— We move to liberate it.

— The gate stands only in our path.

— We would to slit throats in the night

— and see it raised.

— Unexpected curfew presents difficulty

— in reaching it unnoticed.

— City guard would raise clamor well in advance –

— I cannot aid you in this.

— It would mean my life.

— You have forged weapons for Spartacus himself.

— If we are discovered with your craft clutched in hand,

— then they will send you to the afterlife all the same.

— Fuck the gods.

— What would you have of me?

— Gently.

— I should not have content fall to ruin by rough use.

— Go fetch the rest.

— See that they are careful.

— You would see me weighted with unnecessary comforts.

— Have I grown that heavy?

— These are yours?

— I would not be found wanting,

— if campaign stretches beyond expectation.

— You wish to join me, in pursuit of Spartacus?

— I wish no such thing.

— Yet I will not be removed from your arms

— for months threatening years.

— Publius and I shall travel with you and Tiberius.

— You know women are forbidden within encampment.

— Yet they are not banned from followers’ camp,

— unless rules have shifted absent knowledge.

— I would not have my family bedded among slaves and whores.

— Is it not better solution

— than having them stricken from embrace?

— Desire much appreciated.

— Yet I could not stay mind from thought of your safety,

— placed so near the enemy.

— I would have you remain here,

— far from the threat of death war so often promises.

— Is that sole reason?

— Father.

— All has been attended.

— Your army stands ready to march upon first light.

— News well received.

— I would have word.

— There yet lingers issue of what title I shall hold.

— I am possessed of leanings towards the matter.

— Morning sun shall see them fall to place.

— Have these returned from where they sprang.

— I would have house in order before we take leave from it.

— I thought honored position all but mine.

— Now I fear he favors another.

— Then you stand as your mother,

— bound by blood and inconsiderate worth.

— It is a thing of rare beauty.

— Is it not?

— Yes, Dominus.

— You will carry it when you face Spartacus?

— I shall carry my father’s sword.

— It is not as well bred or considered as this…

— yet it holds deeper meaning.

— Cæsar will carry it then?

— As your word and will?

— I should not have placed you within his reach.

— He is a man of base needs.

— Then why honor him with title, that above your son?

— Apologies, I overstep.

— You speak your heart.

— I know your concern for the boy.

— He no longer stands as such.

— But in the eyes of his father.

— Would my wife could voice such simple wisdom.

— I saw the gathering of trunks.

— She goes with you?

— It was her intent.

— Yet I would find no comfort in her presence.

— As I would in yours…

— Is such a thing possible?

— I will be forced to place you within followers’ camp.

— But yes, it is possible.

— If you so desire it.

— Yes, Dominus.

— I do not pose question as master,

— but as a man.

— And would have answer as one.

— Yes.

— It is something I desire, Marcus.

— Fuck my ass…

— Quickly!

— We must gather more men and swords!

— Spartacus is here!

— The moon nears its peak.

— Yet fucking gate stands firmly rooted.

— They will see it raised.

— Or fall in attempt.

— Ready the others.

— When gate trembles, death follows upon heel.

— Spartacus is within our walls!

— Move, come with me.

— See gate protected!

— You, open the storeroom!

— Quickly!

— Reward will surely find hands for this.

— Of that I have no fucking doubt.

— Attius! Raise the alarm –

— Call for more men!

— Hide yourself, I will find you when it is over!

— See gate opened!

— Clear the way!

— Move!

— Arm yourselves!

— Forward towards the front gate!

— Diotimus.

— Where is Laurus?

— I am here, slave.

— You would turn against your dominus and join rebellion?

— Fucking animals…

— Diotimus.

— The villa is taken.

— See yourselves free.

— Move.

— My dominus…

— He is dead?

— Then I shall follow him to the afterlife…

— and piss upon his shadow…

— Ulpianus!

— We flee to Melia Ridge,

— if they have not already sealed escape.

— Have you seen my husband…?

— I have not, we must go.

— I will follow once I find him.

— May the gods protect you.

— The Ædile.

— Have you seen the Ædile?

— You.

— You aid Spartacus?

— No.

— I stand the man himself.

— Cæsar.

— I had thought to find Crassus himself,

— the tone so matching.

— I am proud reflection of my father.

— Tiberius?

— Jupiter’s fucking cock,

— you were but a child since I last laid eyes.

— Apologies.

— I am for my own home before we march,

— I did not wish to stain
it with such business.

— Years abroad led you to strange pleasures,

— worthy of the beast you appear.

— And your father… he’s not spoken to you of this?

— He finds himself preoccupied with more pressing concerns.

— Well, I’m certain he will share confidence.

— When he deems you deserving.

— You think I am not?

— Sleep well, young master.

— And dream of future glories.

— Under my command.

— Sanus.

— Please, let my wife live!

— The city is taken.

— See the Romans that yet live to chains.

— Chains?

— You let them live?

— They pose no threat.

— Nor fucking use.

— Would they show mercy if we were beneath heel?

— Still, cunt!

— Spartacus!

— The Ædile bars himself in the horreum,

— spilling pitch and threatens to put light to bear.

— Come.

— I will not lend aid to you and your animals.

— If grain is put to fire,

— even I will not have voice to calm my «animals».

— You will do this,

— or see your people that yet live fall from this world.

— Please. Stay still!

— You will not have my city’s heart!

— Kill them!

— Kill them! Fuck the Roman man!

— Make attempt on gate and I will for all to torch,

— you fucking cunts!

— I can take him…

— Agron!

— Lower spear.

— Læta…

— Kill them all!

— Go to him.

— And pray your words hold meaning.

— Don’t listen to his words!

— He’s the reason we suffered!

— I thought you dead.

— You would place our fate in her fucking hands.

— I place it in what I believe in.

— I yet live, among a clutch of others.

— How many?

— Too few.

— And we will be fewer still, if you do not stop this.

— You would give them all we have worked for?

— I would see no more death this night.

— Open gate, let us see sun crest upon another day.

— I will not bow to fucking slaves!

— Turn thought from them, and towards your people.

— If you do this,

— you will condemn them all to the afterlife.

— Your wife among them…

— Oh, no!

— He would have opened the gate!

— I know he would of.

— He would have opened the gate for me.

— I could not place faith in it.

— We have had our fill of blood and vengeance this night.

— No Roman that yet draws breath shall suffer further harm.

— The city is ours!

— The city is free!

— Once again the Romans fall!

— Victory!

— To see one loved robbed
of life is a heavy thing.

— One done lightly by Romans many times to me.

— It is no balm,

— but know that I carry the full weight of your loss.

— Place her in chains.

— War often carries with it great sacrifice.

— None more keenly felt

— than threat of those one holds closest to heart

— struck from this world.

— I would not have my son fall to such a fate

— because he was not ready for command.

— Nor would I deny him opportunity,

— to prove himself a man in his father’s eyes.

— You stand as my word and my will.

— You honor me, father.

— As I shall honor the name of Crassus.

— Ride with Cæsar and men of your choosing.

— Seek out Mummius and what remains of Cossinius’ legion.

— Find Spartacus and send word of his movement,

— but do not tempt engagement

— until I have arrived with proper force.

— You fill the air with lofty promise,

— only to command I bow to a fucking boy?!

— He is my son!

— And shall be treated with mirrored respect!

— I have spread coin towards your
election as Military Tribune.

— Formal title Tiberius
is yet too young to hold.

— Wear my token to pass unmolested through encampment,

— until appearance is shorn to Roman likeness.

— I would prefer fancy sword and expected position.

— Stay upon path I have set,

— and see greater glories bestowed at journey’s end.

— Hmm?

— Sound horn!

— We advance south on Spartacus

— and those who follow him in rebellion!

— Let our shadow fall upon them…

— and every man, woman, and child

— so touched by it struck from this world

— by the might and glory of Rome!

Sync & corrections by honeybunny
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