Spartacus

Sura: The council has decided? Spartacus: We go to war. Sura: I've asked the gods to bless your sword. Spartacus: Once the Geti are driven from our lands there will be no reason to ever pick it up again. Sura: What would my husband do without it? Spartacus: Grow crops, raise goats, make children. Sura: Forever. Spartacus: Forever, to be by your side. Sura: When do you leave? Spartacus: First light. Sura: Then come to bed. If one night is all we have, I should make the most of it.

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Spartacus: I woke expecting my wife beside me. Sura: She rose early to pray that her husband would stay with her. Spartacus: I thought we were in agreement. Sura: We were. Spartacus: Were? Sura: The gods came to me last night, in my sleep. Spartacus: What did they show you? Sura: My husband on his knees, bowing before a great red serpent, the life draining from his veins. Spartacus: What meaning did you take from it? Sura: A warning. If you go to war you are destined for great and unfortunate things. Spartacus: The Geti worship the mountain wolf. They place no faith in snakes. It was just a dream. Sura: And if it isn't? Spartacus: I gave my word, Sura. Blood and honor. It speaks to the man. Nothing will keep me from returning to your arms. Not the Geti, not the Romans, not the gods themselves. Sura: The nights grow so cold. What am I to do without you in our bed? Spartacus: Lift your dress (She does, he ties a piece of his cloak around her leg) keep me close to your thighs. The thought

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Glaber: Align yourself with Rome, pledge your service the auxiliary, and join us in our campaign. Spartacus: To what end, to what end? Glaber: Victory. Spartacus: And how is it to be measured? The Geti have raided our villages in the past, raped our women, and killed our children. Each time we have pushed them back, only to see them return. If we are to align with Rome, the purpose must be clear. The Geti dead, all of them. Glaber: Dead, all of them.

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Albinius: What name does the man carry? Glaber: I never cared to ask. Batiatus: The way he fights like the legend of the Thracian king of old, Spartacus he was called.

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What, the gods haven't pissed on me enough for one day?! Legatus fucking Glaber spurns me like a common slave, but no, let's add shit to the piss! Let's pour it in his mouth!

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Batiatus: Why are you here, in this place, under my hospitality? Do you know why? Spartacus: Because I trusted in the honor of a Roman. Batiatus: You are here because of my grandfather. He built this ludus. He believed that no man was without worth. That even the most vile among us could rise to honor and glory. He instilled these beliefs in my father, who in turn passed them on to me. I am a lanista. Like my forefathers, a trainer of gladiators. I see things in men that they themselves have lost, small spark, an ember, I give it breath, tender, until it ignites in the arena.

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