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His wound is not healing.

What if he dies?

Does the prophecy say the chosen one catches up

and cuts the Veran's throat?

We have entered a new age. An age so dark

the words of the prophets can no longer be seen.

You have gone a bit soft here.

You underestimate me at your peril.

I'm Aulus fucking Plautius! Then where is she?

The girl had a sister.

I want you to go and talk to her.

She's dead.

I'll go to the underworld.

But if we are gonna work together, there has to be some ground rules.

You don't eat anyone without my say so.

Agreed.

I was born sweet and cheerful, and I changed.

Your Majesty.

Brace yourselves.

Can you hear me, Aulus Plautius?

I'm coming for you!

She's on to you.

He may buy all of this, but she doesn't.

My name is Lucius.

I know who you are.

It was you.

Cait!

You can't escape this! None of us can!

Whatever is unfolding, it is not yet written.

She won't desert us.

How can you be sure?

Because I know her.

No, no, no, no, no. It's the left one.

No, Dad, it's the middle one. Look, I know what I'm doing.

It's there. I saw it.

Ugh. Dad, I told you it was the middle.

It was the bloody middle!

Again?

You can choose two.

You sure?

Shame.

Anyone else want to try their luck?

I'll give it a go.

Always like to gamble. Mm.

This one.

Oh, beginner's luck.

Another? Why not?

I saw you out on the road about three days ago.

Did you? You don't remember?

This one.

Hmm.

Another.

I'm sure it was you.

You stopped, stared at me and then said,

"What are you staring at?" What were you staring at?

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. You're not very good at this, are you?

Do you want to gamble or not?

Can you cover this?

Easily. I don't see it.

Buried. Out there. Oh, that's smart.

You win, I'll take you to it.

Damn right you will.

How much is that? Shh!

This is almost painful, but...

Wait.

Well, come on, sweet cheeks.

Let's see the lady.

Oh, fuck!

Keep it. Oh, go fuck yourself.

Why don't you?

Cos that's the way it's ever gonna happen, you ugly old bitch.

Everyone take a step back.

Game's over.

You gonna take that? Cockless ponces!

Ugly old bitch? It worked, didn't it?

Yeah, yeah, sweet cheeks. Mm-hmm.

Yeah! Come on!

I did it! I did it!

Once you get the first bit, it all flows.

Look, it's finished. My new friend here helped me.

It's good, right?

Everyone's a critic.

Who are you? I'm Rain.

Cool name, hmm? Shut it, gaunt.

We're the White Ravens. We were summoned as guardians of the Veran.

Veran doesn't have guardians.

He hasaguardian.

Or did. Now he has an arrow.

Yeah, that's right.

Veran's arrow.

Right here.

Right there is my novice.

Don't, don't, don't kneel. Just...

Well, OK, it's fine.

Forgive the misunderstanding, Great Arrow.

It is the new Veran I guard.

The what?

Poor thing.

Poor, poor thing.

And you, Veran? The time has come.

You have travelled many times to the underworld.

That is useful to us now. What?

Do you know how to prepare for the deep sleep?

How to prepare the Veran?

"The" deep sleep.

Has it come to this? The new Veran is prepared.

Can you do it?

You understand your task?

I do.

Good.

Now go.

High Priestess.

You summoned me.

Indeed. I have devised a list of rules.

One, you and your friends are to remain indoors

after the hours of darkness.

Two, under no circumstances

are you to approach, speak to,

or fraternise with any of the serving men.

Three, your, erm, attire.

We'd appreciate it if you adopted

a more sober style of dress.

Something akin to this, uh? Help you blend it.

Local customs. Send the right message.

Hey, hey.

No, no, no whispering.

Hey, stand over here where I can see you.

OK.

Now, have I made myself clear?

Can I try it on? What?

I like it.

Can I try it on?

Sure.

General, quick word about the new arrivals.

I'm a little bit worried about the effect they're having on the men.

Oh, Widicus, Widicus, Widicus.

I've tried to tell her over and over, but does she listen?

Yeah, I'm a Roman general, I'm here to do a job.

I am trying to build a fucking empire here!

Quell an insurgent populus.

Not bring your fucking wife to work day, is it?

Are you married?

Ay... Helen.

And where is Helen?

Back home with the kids. Exactly!

Hey, will you do me a favour? Anything, General.

The next time you see my wife,

you tell her exactly what you've just told me.

Right. Be firm, tell her what's what.

Don't hold back, because I've got a feeling

that she will listen to you.

Leave it with me. Thanks, mate.

Oh, and Widicus. Sir?

You just tell me how that goes, will you?

Mm-hmm.

Oh!

We were just talking about the underworld and your return to it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop!

What's wrong?

Excuse us.

First of all, that is my witch. Bought and paid for.

What is the reason for this... You stay out of this.

To find a sister, Islene.

Get her to lean on the girl. The Chosen One.

Right. Anybody else you want to tell?

I presume she's told you about the dangers.

Oh, dear, bit trembly-wembly? Oh, piss off.

Knocking knees, scaredy sparrow.

You were perfectly fine last time.

You know nothing of last time. Give me a day to prepare.

Hear that? Witch says, "Yay."

You're cleared for entry. You do not enter the underworld.

The underworld enters you. Ouch!

Save your breath - I've heard it before.

Veran spoke the truth.

Relax, Witch. Aulus is a big boy.

Then I shall prepare, as should you.

Spill it then. Spill what?

Why are you being such a chickeny boots?

What happened last time to give you the willies?

Nothing. Exactly.

Or you'd have told me.

Say, for example,

you started seeing things.

Things from your past, things which haunt you.

You wouldn't keep something as important as that to yourself.

You simply wouldn't dare.

How could I?

There is nothing I can hide from you.

Splendid.

Then I suggest you calm down, man up and prepare.

One for me.

One, two for you.

One for me and one, two for you.

I don't mind down the middle. No, no, we shook.

It was your plan.

You're the one with the skills, though.