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Speak,

you will not have another chance.

Because I saw something in him.

What?

Something that reminded me of you.

The immobile heart of a God,

innocent,

free from goodness and evil.

And you, did you also see what Ersilia speaks of?

No, my Lord.

And you?

Do you not answer?

There is only one son of Sancus.

There is only one son of Sancus.

And you?

One son of Sancus.

Did you hear?

You were wrong.

Then I am unclean in the eyes of God,

and it is right,

that I pay for my mistake.

Life will be torn from you by those you called sisters,

your body will be fed to the dogs.

But first,

you will see the impostor you chose to serve in my place, die.

Only when I am satisfied with your suffering,

will I allow you to join him.

Who was that woman?

What woman?

The one who challenged my guards,

and approached you on the Via Sacra to give you this.

She is nobody.

Who is she?

Who is she?

- Who is she? - Her name is Laurentia.

She found me when I was young,

and sold me as a slave.

Where did she get this blanket?

- How did she get it? - I don't know!

I have never seen it before!

Tell me the truth!

The city is yours,

and I am in chains,

I no longer have any reason to lie.

I have orders not to let anybody in.

I am a priestess of Sancus.

Why are you doing this?

Because you were fair to me,

you defended me even though I was your enemy,

Ersilia would want this, I am sure.

What have they done to her?

I do not know.

I don't even know where they are keeping her.

You can still help her.

I can help her.

Ersilia is like you.

I wish I had your courage.

Yet you are here,

you know the right thing to do,

if your king falls Rome will rise.

All I need is a weapon.

You want to kill the son of Sancus?

Help me escape,

only then will Ersilia be saved.

What's wrong, Ilia?

Breathe.

Breathe.

What is it?

Silvia doesn't want to leave her son's body,

should we take her away by force?

Silvia.

You have to get up.

You need to drink.

I cannot abandon him.

Nobody will take him away,

nobody will touch him.

Do you promise me?

I promise.

How long have you not had blood?

You know what this means?

The Gods have blessed you with a child.

I have never prayed for a child.

Perhaps your man did.

Eat, you have to stay strong.

I will wait for you until you are ready,

and then I will make you my queen.

I do not need honours,

I no longer know what to do with them.

So tell me what you want,

and I will give you anything.

The death of Wiros,

I want him to burn, next to my son on his pyre.

Where did you find him?

I lived near the woods,

which mark the border between Cures and the Latin lands,

my husband had recently died.

The child,

did you hear him crying?

No, my Lord,

he slept as if he had nothing to fear,

wrapped in that blanket,

they had abandoned him.

Hunger is a terrible curse, I took pity on him.

And afterwards,

you sold him as a slave.

Is this your pity?

I couldn't afford another mouth to feed.

Better a slave than dead,

that's what I thought.

Why now?

Why return this blanket to him now?

To protect him now as it did then,

and if the king of the Sabines

has come to ask me about him,

it means I was not wrong.

Three babies before me were taken to the woods.

None of them survived, so they say,

but only two bodies were found,

the third,

could still be alive.

Only Sancus can know this.

Then ask him if there is somebody else like me, somewhere,

somebody I can call

brother.

We need Ersilia, my Lord,

only to her, Sancus speaks,

and shows visions of the future.

Silence, we are all chosen by the God!

Spare Ersilia,

and your questions

will be answered.

I do not need any of you!

Wake up, king of Rome!

Start walking, let's go!

Stop!

Untie him.

You will not die today.

Honour him.

Why didn't you kill him?

It was not the time.

Tell me why!

There are things that you do not know,

things that are not clear to me either.

My son is dead, that's all I know.

How can any slave become ruler of a people?

What?

What if Wiros is not like everyone else?

What if he were a son of Sancus like me?

What are you saying?

Perhaps my father wanted me to find him.

Wiros is not your brother,

Wiros is nothing.

Kill Wiros,

and I will be yours.

I will be your queen.

What is your earliest memory?

Mud,

and the stench of pigs.

Before that.

There is nothing before.

So you do not remember anything?

Why do you ask me?

The blanket that woman gave you,

I thought my eyes were deceiving me but...

What are you saying?

Each chosen baby was wrapped in a blanket like that one,

the same blanket I have,

and that you have too.

Are you my brother, Wiros?

Do not reply,

I would never know if your words are those of a brother or an enemy.

At first I refused to believe it, then,

I told myself that maybe it was my father who sent you to me,

perhaps he did it because,

he didn't want me to be alone anymore.

I need to be sure.

I can make you face the same test that I faced.

Survive,

only then will I know that you are my brother,

my brother.

Do you think you are saved?

Since I was born,

I have done nothing but survive.

I will also survive this.

Are you sure?

Ersilia told me about Titus,

and I saw how he looked at us in Cures,

9he wanted what you and I had.

You are a man,

but what I've seen over the years,

tells me that you are the strongest of men.

To save Rome,

the strongest of men is not enough,

and the truth is not enough either.

Listen to me and remember, Laurentia,

you found me in the woods,

which mark the border between Cures and the Latin lands,

I had something with me, a blanket.

Do you think a blanket is enough to keep you alive?

I know the weaknesses of men,

and also those of kings.

But I also know you,

and I know who you really are,

a liar.

I am nobody,

that is why I can be anybody.

Leave bitch!

I can be a slave, or a king.

Son of the She-wolf and son of Sancus,

legitimate brother of King Titus.

But before, you were my brother.

We decided it ourselves,

but we don't have the same blood.

It was true for me,

and it was for you too.

Enough!

- You are just lying to yourself. - Leave!

Leave!

Even if you manage to kill Titus,

there will be no salvation,

neither for you

nor your child.

Only Rome matters,

and that which could have been doesn't matter anymore.

You must hurry.

After doing what you have to,

run without looking back,

if your Gods assist you, they may not be able to catch you.

My father is here for you.

I pray he recognises you as his son.

Open.

You can still save him.

Who is talking?

The servant of Sancus,

or the wife of Wiros?

Do you remember that night,

before the Romans entered our lives?

My sisters and I questioned the God your father,

on the highest hill of Cures.

You told me to bind Rome to me with blood.

That bond is fraternal blood,

that flows in your veins, and in those of Wiros.

This was the message from Sancus.

If that is true,

Wiros will be saved without my help.

Listen to me,

I know you do not trust me.

I do not trust anyone,

only the Gods do not lie,

and I am tired of all these lies, Ersilia,

all I want is something true.

Resist Wiros,

fight, king of Rome.

Resist Wiros,

fight, king of Rome.

Resist Wiros,

fight, king of Rome.

What did you think you were doing?

Wolves can smell fear,

and you reek of fear,

like when I first met you.

You were my strength,

you were my breath, my flesh, my blood,

I tried to deny you, to flee from you,

from the harm I have done to you,

but I cannot deny myself.

I am ready for death,

to free myself from all this pain.

Stay with me, brother,

I do not want to die alone.

Our pain, as our love,

will never end.

Go to meet your destiny, alone,

without fear.

Free him.

You have seen death,

you looked it in the eye,

and you survived.

You are the lost son of Sancus,

I have finally found you,

brother.

All of your sins are forgiven,

Sancus is capable of great anger,

but also of immense mercy.

Cures and Rome,

will get to know each other,

to trust each other.

From now on,

my brother and I will reign over our peoples together,

united,

as the God, our father,

had asked me from the beginning.

Two sovereigns,

bound by the same blood,

Titus

and Wiros!

Long live the kings!

Long live the kings!

Do not call me Wiros,

brother.

I founded Rome,

as long as my memory lives,

men will call me

Romulus.

Long live the kings!