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See end to vengeance.
Take the life of Glaber's woman
as he took the life of yours.
The child is yours!
You sought Praetor Varinius'
affections once.
Send message,
and you could yet gain them.
Do you not see it?
The gods have lead me
upon path to Gaius.
As their will has
removed Ilithyia from it.
Have you lost mind?
It's your brother's, is it not?
How did you come by this?
Hidden amongst
Ashur's treasures.
Yet the villain
moves only upon command.
Of Gaius Claudius Glaber.
Glaber agrees to terms.
I am for Atella, see it done.
He chose vengeance against me,
over your life.
You let me live?
Do not think it a kindness.
Lugo!
Open *** eyes.
To see what?
Wake when trees attack,
little man.
Romans!
*** Romans!
Move!
Enough!
Stand down!
This was but *** test?
If it had not been
you would all
be for the afterlife.
We will not be taken
unaware next time.
I would see words
forged into action.
Rise and take morning meal.
The day ahead of us
will be long.
It causes worry.
To stir and find you
gone from our bed.
I could not remain there.
The mind churns with thoughts
of those taken too soon from us.
And the monsters who tore them
from loving embrace.
We have both suffered
immeasurable loss.
We must take comforts
from what we have found
in each her
I have moved foolishly,
and with regret.
That I have
denied you opportunity
to properly mourn your wife.
She is but fleeting memory
one that shall fade
as the night mist,
caressed by morning sun
Ilithyia?
What of the child?
It yet moves within her.
She wakes.
Out.
Are you of this world?
Take hand,
and know that I am flesh.
Leave us.
I thought you gone
from this world.
As did I.
Yet the gods have seen me
returned to your arms.
It is a blessing.
One shared by our child.
The warmth of the life
inside me
it gave strength and comfort,
when all seemed lost.
How did you escape?
I could not.
He let me go.
Spartacus released you?
He said
that taking my life
would have no meaning.
And where were you held?
I do not know.
I was bound
and stripped of sight.
How did Gannicus
carry you to him?
By horse for part of a day.
By foot through woods
for hours more.
And you saw nothing
of their camp?
Only the dank hole
they kept me.
Dug into the earth?
Or made of stone and wood?
What does it *** matter?
It was made of stone,
with beams of wood.
Scribblings carved
into the rock.
What did they say?
I did not know.
They were faded and broken.
In what tongue
were they etched?
They appeared Greek.
Why am I not
in our bedchambers?
Ilithyia --
I thought it a dream.
Seppia in your arms
Your hands upon her
Spartacus was right.
My death would not
have held meaning.
You do not love me.
And you greet this
as revelation?
Time and again you tore
my heart from my chest.
Is it a wonder it now
stands empty in your regard?
Is there nothing
left between us?
I once asked the same of you.
Do you recall your reply?
Have I not suffered
enough for it?
I would have life as it was,
with my husband beside me.
The man you speak
of no longer exists.
Then what stands before me?
A monster.
Rough hewn by
unfortunate events,
and given breath by necessity.
[ unintelligible yelling ]
We cannot defend the temple
if we are at odds
with one another.
Give Lugo warrior
to share watch!
Not little man,
with little balls!
My balls did not allow breach.
Your eyes were closed
in pursuit of dreams.
You fell to slumber?
And you blame Nasir,
you lazy ***?
Turn effort from
defending your boy,
and look upon
your own failings.
Then Let us relive the moment,
and see different
*** result.
The Romans will come.
And if they find us divided,
we will fall before them.
Words of meaning.
She speaks the truth.
What would you have us do?
Try not to get
your *** head bashed.
Bold words, for one
who tumbled so quickly.
I was absent *** sword!
Why does little man
have sword, and not Lugo?
We cannot face the Romans
with *** sticks.
Then I will teach
you the bow --
_
We are from east of the Rhine.
We fight with *** steel.
We must use what we have.
_
_
She asks why
you let Ilithyia go,
when Glaber did not trade
weapons as promised.
A thing I have also wondered.
Taking her life would not
have gained us what we need.
It would only have served
misplaced vengeance.
We are better than this.
We are better than the Romans.
Oenomaus.
Gannicus.
See everyone
to guarded position.
We will train against
assault by light of day,
and attempt to elevate
night's low defeat.
Let us see it done.
I have no need of aid.
Lugo! Nasir!
Take position upon wall.
Donar! Nemetes!
Lydon! Saxa!
Fall to my side!
I fear result will be
the same in light of day.
We are not a fist,
but fingers twitching
absent single purpose.
My words crash upon ear,
but fail to pierce heart.
Then we must stab deeper.
Perhaps a punishment,
for those who
fail in the day's training?
You cannot forge
trust and loyalty
at the ends of a whip,
as the Romans believe.
Then what would you use?
Soft kisses
and whispers of love?
Gather Fulco and Harudes.
There is a thing
I would have you do.
What are your thoughts?
To see fingers joined
in single purpose.
It is a thing of much regret.
Lucius is no longer among us.
A loss keenly felt.
Yet we must move
from wounded heart.
Turn towards what must be done.
I would have
you train more archers,
as you suggested.
Is that all you would
have from me?
Gather your bow.
You have not slept by my side.
You do not speak,
unless to give order.
How long do you seek
to punish me?
It's not my intent.
Yet result stands the same.
You turn from me.
You turned from yourself,
when you made
attempt upon Ilithyia.
An act that would have
stained you forever.
I thought only to
save you from the same.
You thought to save what we had.
Had?
Can you no longer
find comfort in my arms?
Can you find such in mine?
Yes.
If you would but give me
more of your heart.
I have given all that remains.
It this not enough.
No.
It is not.
Let us see to training.
And what must be done.
He does not love you
You let me live
Do not think it a kindness
Ilithyia?
The gods have heard my prayers.
To return you to my arms
You alone offer such embrace.
I have not taken food nor rest
since you were torn from them.
Nor would I have,
until I had followed
you to suspected fate.
Would that all held me
as close to heart.
Well, you're the reason
that mine still beats.
You and the blessing you carry.
I have never considered
it as such.
Yet in that final moment,
when I thought
life was forfeit,
I felt a great sadness.
Not for myself,
but for innocent child,
doomed to suffer for
the mistakes of the mother.
We have both made many.
The child is Spartacus'.
He gave seed the night
you maneuvered me
into laying with him.
Ilithyia --
I no longer lay blame
at your feet.
It was my hands that
forced you to seek vengeance.
My choices that
have cast me adrift.
Clinging to a
woman I once hated.
And a child I unreasonably
grow to love.
To feel such hope and such joy
blossoming within you
That's the rarest
of all flowers.
Regardless of why it blooms.
Apologies.
I-I did not know
you were ah ---
Apologies.
She moves to assume
my place at Gaius' side.
One day she will see
him for what he truly is.
Oh, her eyes have
already been opened.
Seppius was not murdered
by his slaves,
but by your husband.
Gaius?
A thing which I discovered
through most unfortunate manner,
and shared only with Seppia.
Yet she stays
within this house?
Body offered to the man
that so wounded her?
To leave now would only
serve to arouse suspicion.
Yet she burns with thoughts
of avenging her brother.
I would see such
embers given breath.
And in resulting flames,
my child and I to rise from
the ashes of ill-fated past.
They traveled by horse,
then on foot through
forest for several hours.
Yet she does not know what
direction she traveled in.
Spartacus has attacked
the mine of Lucania here
The arena in Capua
The port of Neapolis
And attempted to make
trade in Atella
The curve would
suggest they move
outward from
a central position,
in this region.
Yet a vast area.
Did she mention anything more
that may be of use?
Only that she was
kept beneath ground.
In a chamber with
faded lettering,
perhaps Greek in origin.
Apologies
He's Roman, Lucius Caelius.
See yourself to wine and food.
His efforts bear fruit?
Plucked from Spartacus'
own garden.
His overly ripe friend goes
by name of Lucius Caelius.
Known by those questioned
to frequent market
in Neapolis and Atella
and to dwell in
the shadows of Vesuvius.
Still too vast an area.
Made smaller by your
wife's discerning eyes.
There is a, a temple
near mountain's foot,
long abandoned.
Erected many years past
by Greek hands.
Then we march at nightfall,
and by dawn's light
see an end to Spartacus.
I would urge no
small amount of caution.
If memory serve,
there's a wall
protecting this temple.
Spartacus and his men
will surely
have fortified position.
Then we shall bring to bear
the fiery might of Rome
and see defenses fall,
in advance of the man himself.
Prepare your men.
And I would have
you at my side,
to share in glorious moment.
A great honor.
It shames me to seek
reward beyond it,
yet heart's desire
turns reason a fool.
You are many this, Syrian.
But do not expect me
to believe you a fool.
Give voice to your desire.
See it considered.
[ yelling ]
Nemetes!
You attack before
command is given!
You must remain hidden until
the Romans are drawn in.
You would see them
breach the wall?
We would see them trapped,
you simple ***.
Like fish in a net.
A wagon approaches.
Agron leads it.
He has attacked another one,
without command.
No.
He acts upon my orders.
Towards what purpose?
To secure what
we desperately need.
[ laughter and chatter ]
I barely know the man,
absent furrowed brow.
He is not a man
of drunken pursuits.
His brow may not reveal it,
but there is yet
intent upon mind.
It lifts heart,
to hear voices
raised in spirit.
To see us bonded.
Not by brand.
Not by homeland.
But by an ideal.
That every man
every woman
should be born, should live,
and should die with
the taste of freedom
forever upon their lips.
Yeah!
Yet if we are
to defeat the Romans,
we must put aside
our differences,
and come together as one.
Let us have sport!
Pairing those
of you with ill feelings
against your equals.
And let us see
if thirst for victory
triumphs petty quarrel.
Intent is revealed.
Donar!
Nemetes!
Take position.
Lugo!
Nasir!
You will face them.
We win.
If you keep out of way,
little man.
Don't *** call me that.
Begin!
It is a thing of beauty,
is it not?
What a man may accomplish
if mind is set to purpose.
Freedom.
To see treasures put
to use absent constraint.
To live, knowing each
choice made is your own.
Spartacus and I stand
together in such desires.
Then you find yourself
in low company.
Soon to be elevated.
Ashur has done the impossible,
and discovered where
the dreaded villain
secrets himself.
And in reward, Glaber
bestows deepest wish upon me.
He sets you free?
After we take
Spartacus at Vesuvius.
Yet releasing me from bond
is but a taste
of more sumptuous meal.
One which you shall
feast upon alone.
After Spartacus is defeated,
Ilithyia will return
to Rome with her husband.
And trusted friend
will be at her side.
I fear Ilithyia
must find a new one.
You will remain here.
To assume mantle
of loving wife.
Glaber will not allow this.
He more than allows it.
He gives union blessing.
And presents gift
of this ludus in recognition
of honored service.
He gives you
my husband's legacy?
We shall forge a new one,
my love.
As husband and wife.
And together we shall see
the noble rise
of the House of Ashur.
Have the men equipped
and ready to travel by sunrise.
See that it happens.
You were able to acquire
what is needed?
They are upon road
from Neapolis.
Meet them and hasten arrival.
I will hold no delay
in marching south.
I would advise
a different course.
I've been dispatched with
message from the Senate.
You are to cease
pursuit of Spartacus
and return to Rome immediately.
I am a praetor of the Republic.
The Senate holds no power
to make such demands of me.
True, they do not.
They have only the power
to recommend a path of action.
One only a man with
no intent to rise above
current position would ignore.
And they send words
through the man
who conspires to claim my wife?
I am hardly alone
in such ambitions, am I?
Troubling news
has lit upon ear.
That Spartacus has seized
what I could not.
You do not know
of what you speak.
And you are
an incompetent fool,
to allow your wife
to be taken by a slave.
Taken?
Ilithyia?
It appears you have
been misinformed.
I have been taken only to bed,
my child causing
unexpected discomfort
in waning months of pregnancy.
Did it also cause the bruise
upon your cheek?
No, it did not.
The fault was mine.
A misplaced step as I was
coming from the bath.
You should choose
footing more carefully.
As you should choose your words.
Return home, Gaius.
And tend to your wife,
before yet another man
makes attempt upon her.
I shall take my leave
when Spartacus falls.
A task long overdue
in its completion.
Yet now within grasp.
I march to Vesuvius,
and an end to the man.
Vesuvius?
Is that where he hides?
It is of no concern to you.
The Senate believes otherwise.
I've been appointed
to assume your place
with an army of worth,
and bring Spartacus to justice.
And if I refuse to step aside?
It is a choice
you are free to make.
But one that would end all
hope of rising from the ***
you have mired yourself in.
Save what little worth
your name yet holds,
and set path towards Rome.
Varinius!
Thank the gods
you received my message.
And I respond to it,
only to find Ilithyia
safely within these walls.
Spartacus freed her --
Why would he show mercy
to the wife
of the man that hunts him?
I make no attempt to understand
the mind of a slave.
Your time instead spent
inventing tales of abduction.
Does what you write of your
brother hold similar merit?
Everything I have
told you is true.
Gaius took the life
of my brother.
And what evidence do you claim,
to dare place charge
against a praetor of Rome?
Seppius' bracelet,
a mirror of my own.
Found hidden among
the belongings
of a man loyal to--
A *** bracelet
is all you hold?
You stupid little girl.
Please do not turn from this.
Gaius must pay
for what he's done.
I hold no love for the man.
Yet to make accusation
based upon the air
and teary eye
would serve no purpose.
Nor will further words.
[ yelling ]
Yeah!
You lower guard just
before launching attack.
Advice gained too late.
We lose.
But little man
fight like giant!
Drink and contest.
A clever strategy,
to forge necessary bonds.
And I would see more follow.
A battle well fought.
Let us have new contest!
Agron!
Crixus!
Get him Agron!
He's too fast for you Agron!
Take position.
Gannicus!
Oenomaus!
Stand against them.
We can easily best them.
If we fight as one.
Hold this, you ***!
Do not drink it.
Come and do what is necessary.
[ cheering ]
Ready!
Begin!
Come on, Crixus!
Teach him who the true
champion is, Crixus!
It astounds, to witness
the change in you.
The world itself
can reverse course,
if moved by loving hands.
A blessing.
To hold each other
in such regard.
As Spartacus holds you.
No longer.
Agron.
You fought well.
For a simple ***
from east of the Rhine.
As did you.
For a ***-eating Gaul.
Let us share drink,
and balm wounded pride.
To suffer the sting of loss.
Absent course to right
what has been done.
I sent for Varinius,
as you prompted.
Only to have him
shun word and touch.
You are no longer a girl,
unblemished by the world.
You're a woman now.
And our hands shape the fates,
when those of men tremble.
It is I who tremble.
The thought of Gaius'
hands upon me.
There, there.
Ssh.
It is such desire
that presents opportunity.
You suggest the impossible.
I suggest only that
you consider the years
unfolding before you.
Every moment swollen
with the knowledge
that Gaius Claudius Glaber
lives out his life in
the privileged lap of Rome.
While your brother
is forever denied breath.
It should not be so.
It should not.
Everything I held dear
was taken from me as well.
This house.
My husband.
Promise of a child
The things that
have been done to us
cannot stand unanswered.
To allow it would be to turn
from those we claimed
to have loved.
Is there no other course?
If you wish to see your
brother's *** avenged
blood must be spilled.
She is moved towards deed?
I believe it so.
You are certain this
is what you desire?
If Gaius is not moved
by pleading word,
then I will have
blood and death.
And in the bringing of it,
my life returned to me.
Is it true?
That you depart for Rome?
I'm left with little choice.
It is a terrible thing
to be stripped of such.
Made more grievous
by hand that removes it.
You speak of Varinius?
He once more makes
attempt to claim
what is rightfully mine.
As Spartacus claimed
my brother's life?
An unfortunate tragedy.
One that yet demands justice.
The Senate appoints
Varinius the task.
I do not have faith in him,
to take the life of the man
responsible for grievous injury.
Nor I.
Yet we must turn
from such thought,
and seek comfort in the hands
of warm embrace --
Your *** hands ripped
my brother from this world.
And mine shall see you from it.
Gaius
I cast you aside
yet you save my life?
You are my husband.
We cannot be what we were.
Then let us be what we are.
We have done terrible things
to each other.
I would see such
venom turned outward
to those truly deserving of it.
Seppia.
The Senate.
And the man they dispatch
to steal your glory.
You would move
against Varinius?
We are both monsters, Gaius.
Let us be so together,
and seize the *** heavens.
I shall march to Vesuvius.
See it done.
Pause but a moment.
I have been too long
absent you inside me.
Forgive me.
I lose myself in the moment.
No.
It is I who have been lost.
And your touch
that guides me home
And lift your sword ♪
Drain your wine ♪
Drain your *** ♪
Dawn comes too soon
night flees too soon ♪
So lift *** cup! ♪
Lift *** cup♪
I still believe you will
see us all to untimely end.
Drain my ***!
Drain my ***!
Yet it will be a glorious
*** death.
The signal.
Glaber.
Glaber commands from the rear.
A coward's position.
He will advance his troops
in tight formation,
intending to overpower.
It is the Roman way.
We will teach them ours.
[ cheering ]
Fall back to the temple!
Fulco!
There are too many!
Move!
Praetor!
The rebels are in retreat --
Phase one.
Two.
Three.
Let's march!
You are not the man I seek.
Lay down your arms!
Do it!
Now we have steel.
Yeah!
Gather their weapons.
Yeah!
Varinius.
I owe you a debt of blood,
for Acer and Rhaskos.
And we shall see it paid,
after answer is given.
Where is Glaber?
Spartacus --
Pull!
Ignite!
Push!
On the ready!
Ready!
On my signal!
Load!
Ignite!
Release!
Again!
We have to move!
Fall back!
Into the tunnel!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Crixus --
Go!
We'll follow!
Oenomaus!
Move!
Move! Move!
Agron!
Move!
Go! Come on!
Quickly!
Move!
Keep moving!
[ scream ]
There are too many of them.
The mountain path!
Hurry!
There is no other path now.
We'll be trapped --
There's no choice!
We must move!
Go!
Spartacus.
Go!
Move!
This way!
This way!
Is there no other way
to gain the mountain?
None, save for the narrow path
they escaped upon.
Scores of men were lost,
in attempted pursuit.
Foolish endeavor.
They now hold the high ground.
We've lost advantage.
You would let them go free?
No.
I would let them feast
on mud and rock.
And when hunger and madness
drive them from their perch
We shall kill them all.