Spartacus

Ah, ah,

that was...

Vigorous.

You look like the sort of man

that could handle it.

I am rather rugged...

Must go.

Father will be worried.

As well he should be...

I have to go.

If you do, my heart will break.

Ask me to stay.

Stay.

Ask me.

By my name.

You do not even know it, do you?

Sura.

My name is Sura.

Sura.

As beautiful as the woman herself.

My name is..

Every woman knows who you are.

And to avoid you.

That bad, am I?

Huh, the worst.

Then why lay with a man of such ill reputation?

The gods led me to your bed.

The gods?

They come to me.

In my dreams.

They showed me the man you could become.

Could?

If set upon the right path.

And what else did the gods tell you

about my future?

That you will never love another woman.

The heart weighs heavy.

So much hope in reunion.

To come to such bitter end...

How is it so?

The fault is mine.

The road from Neapolis is known to be treacherous.

I should have doubled the guard.

Tripled it.

I should have delayed giving Barca his freedom

and sent him along as well.

Pray the gods forgive my error.

No.

You kept your word.

The fault lies with the men who took her life.

And with Claudius Glaber,

who condemned her to slavery.

There is nothing to be done

to change what has passed.

We must look towards the future.

You are the bringer of rain.

The slayer of death.

Together we will etch the name Spartacus

to the pillars of history.

Spartacus.

That is not what she called me.

That is not my name.

It is now.

Nearly a year you had me searching

for that thracian woman.

Why have me take her life short of the mark?

An unfortunate necessity.

I trust the sum sufficient?

If other "necessities" arise,

consider me your man.

So great an expense, to have her delivered all but dead.

You could just as easily have told Spartacus

that she perished abroad.

She was his life.

The heart beating beneath his chest.

No.

Such a man would not believe she was gone,

unless his own eyes told him it was so.

It was the only course.

And one which you could have told me

you were undertaking.

I would keep such blood from these hands,

as I have said.

They hold yours.

Are they not stained by the touch?

There has been too much death of late.

I would turn towards more respectable ventures.

With his wife removed from thought,

I will mold Spartacus into a gladiator

the likes of which the world has never seen.

He has already defeated Theokoles.

Imagine what he will accomplish once his mind

has been focused on nothing but victory.

You will be the greatest lanista

in the Republic.

And on such a title we will climb

beyond our station.

Beyond Capua.

Perhaps to the very steps of the senate itself.

The fever still grips him?

I would know if his condition changes.

A word, Doctore.

Pietros.

The birds, left in Barca's cell.

What should I do with them?

Whatever you wish.

He said we would release them.

Once he gained our freedom.

He intended yours as well?

That was his purpose in speaking with our Dominus.

Ashur said the price was too steep for us both.

Ashur?

He helped negotiate the sum.

Would it be ok if I kept them?

The birds?

It would not cause notice.

Thank you.

That is unwise.

If the guards were to see you with it...

What could they do to me,

that hasn't already been done?

I never should have left her.

You did not leave her.

She was taken from you.

Before I left for war.

She asked me not to go.

You did what you thought was right.

To protect her.

You should toss that over the cliff.

Best to be done with such thoughts.

Careful with that, it costs more than your worth.

It won't be long until our house is finally livable again.

Tilt your bow higher!

We aim at the heavens!

The palace of Batiatus!

Where dignitaries kneel

to suck the cock of my good fortune!

Well, they'll have to get in line...

Crixus?

Lie still!

Best to heed the advice.

For a while we thought you for the afterlife.

When will I fight again.

When will I fight again he says.

Worry of nothing but recovery,

the crowd will once again cheer the name Crixus.

A word.

It would be improper for me to visit

you in the ludus.

But know that my thoughts are with you.

I'll send my slave Naevia often to attend your needs.

Rest now.

And worry for nothing.

Your swords for practice, champion.

The day's training begins.

Pair up!

Sword and shield!

Spartacus!

You face me.

Your wife's passing.

That was an unfortunate thing.

As was your plan for escape.

I have not tasted wine for many years.

Yet a single cup would not rob me of my senses.

The choice was to see you sleep...

Or never awaken.

Your victory over Theokoles...

Is the only reason Batiatus

does not know of your treachery.

Champion or no, you would be crucified.

Then part your lips and see it done!

Next time you seek escape...

You'd best kill me.

Make it half, yeah?

Good Mercato!

You must excuse the chaos!

I had hoped to see such affairs

completed before your arrival.

Fortune favors you.

As it does all of Capua, since the rains!

My time is pressed.

Come, let us to business.

Ah, to the matter then.

I secured six of your men for my games,

honoring the storied history of my family.

Arrangements made before the Vulcanalia, if you recall.

As if it were yesterday.

Well, I've decided as highlight

to reenact Rome's victory over the Maedi,

the thracian tribe who dared invade Macedonia.

They were slaughtered for their insolence

by my grandfather,

Marcus Minucius Rufus.

A name that carries weight, long after it's passing!

I'd planned for to play the very man himself,

leading the charge.

Apologies.

Crixus is yet recovering

from his battle with Theokoles.

Ah. As I suspected.