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All the children must suffer,

and all must play their part.

Perish or transcend.

Why me?

Wait, stop, stop.

Are you pissing in my bath?

Nobody

pisses

in my bath.

May the gods speak!

The demon of Rome is here. (CROWD CHEERING)

There'll come a day when I will call upon you.

You must be ready.

There remains one hope.

A maiden,

who, if she pleases the gods,

may save us.

Actually...

You will actually become a fish.

You mean the same way I actually

became a bird?

Oh, shit.

True battle

does not always unfold upon the field.

Sometimes, it's the one man you need to fear.

Brother...

You want the Druid, I want the maiden.

I will find her.

The prophecy, the whole story is about to come crashing down.

Hello, little brother.

This guy was going to kill you, right?

Oh, oh...

Woah, watch your flank.

You watch your flank.

Come on, you call yourself a soldier.

I am vanquished. (GRUNTS)

LAUGH

When is the ceremony?

When I get back from Egypt.

Do you get new armour?

Yeah, and a helmet. And a bust in the Senate.

Will I be a general one day?

Well, that depends.

On what?

On whether you'll make it as a soldier.

I mean, can you march all day, can you sleep in a ditch,

live off spiders... Spiders?

And frogs. (LAUGHS)

General Aulus...

Mighty emperor.

When you travel to conquer distant lands,

I command you to take your son with you.

Come here. Come.

Do you still miss her?

I want to show you something.

You see that star?

The tiny one, far away from all the others?

The yellow one?

Exactly.

That was your mother's favourite.

She called it her little light.

And she'd sing to it at night.

So, whenever it gets dark and you're lonely,

you look up into the sky,

and you find that star and you sing.

And she'll be listening.

Will you ever marry again?

You need to come with me.

Where are we going?

It's not far.

What is this place?

A tunnel.

Which God does it honour?

The only God.

Dad?

I'm scared.

We'll meet again.

You go now.

People of Verulamium, on behalf of the emperor,

Aulus Plautius is this day honoured

for the capture and quelling, this past winter,

of the fortress of Isca.

Hail the gods!

Hail the gods!

Hail the gods!

You know, I've been about, north, south, east, west,

never in all my time have I met a bigger bunch

of devious, lying, untrustworthy, ungovernable...

And don't get me started on those two twice-in-line,

pious, pompous, skinny-arsed brothers!

Don't know which one I'd sooner throttle.

And now, just when I get an inch with one of them,

he fuckin' dies!

And you know who this makes look like a prize twat, don't ya?

Me!

Why is the girl so important to you?

What did she do? It's not what she's done.

It's what she's going to do.

I don't understand.

Forgive me.

I know what Isca cost you personally.

I only did what I wanted to.

Your bidding.

Come here.

What's the matter?

What's that?

Aulus, what is it?

Hello, old friend.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

Not now, love. Daddy's having runes carved into his head.

Behold! ALL: CHEERING.

Oh, thank you.

I look forward to one day finding out

what they may possibly mean.

Phelan is no more.

From this day forward, you shall be known by your novice name.

From now on, you are...

Quant.

Quant?

Quant.

Excellent.

If you ask me, and you didn't,

that's a mistake.

There's no way he's Druid material.

Then you won't like what I'm about to say.

Oh, no.

School him in the ways of the Earth.

No, no, no... The wind, the fire. Show patience,

forbearance, force when necessary... Sweet gods, no.

As you in turn were shown by me many, many moons ago.

I'm Veran's Arrow, the Guardian,

mentor to the Chosen One.

Really?

And how did that go?

It's Veran's will.

Do the Veran's will, Veran's Arrow.

Not a moment to lose.

Qua...

Morning, princess.

That's close enough.

How's the child? Make it through the winter?

It's tough out there in the cold, especially for royalty.

What do you want?

Rome will meet with the Veran, alone.

Tell Rome to go fuck himself.

Ah, princess.

It's priceless.

One minute she's sat on her arse in a castle,

two winters on, she knows the mind of the Veran.

Why should I trust you when Veran doesn't?

Because unlike you, I actually know him.

Think I'm stupid, witch?

Easy, princess.

You call me that once more.

Where's the meeting?

The first full moon,

less than two days' time.

Well, I can hardly wait.

The witch spoke of the Chosen One.

What did she say?

Rome would stop at nothing to get her.

But, if we give her up, there would be peace.

There is no peace but through her.

And Rome knows that.

That's why he wants her so badly.

How did Rome know of her?

Druids are not the only ones with the prophecy.

And what if it's a trap?

Who says it isn't? Hya!