Amazons and Gladiators Page #3

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Size isn't always preferable, my lord.

What was that?

Did the whore utter something?

Nothing, my love.

Kill him! Kill him!

The crowd is awaiting

your decision, my love.

It would be a pity

to put such a large slave to death.

He would be useful around my house.

Come, my dear,

I grow tired of this lacklustre exhibition.

Damn this infernal wasteland.

All the best gladiators are in Rome.

Keep moving! There's hot food

waiting for us at Red Tooth.

- Are you all right?

- My ankle. I'll never make it.

All right. We won't leave you.

I'll be right back.

Ione!

Lone!

There you are.

Stop!

Gretchen fell down.

I think her ankle's broken.

Brita, take the others to Red Tooth.

We'll join you.

Follow Brita. Go!

Where is she?

I'm not sure. We have to look and find her.

The wolves come out at night. We have to

move on before it gets too cold.

- I promised her.

- It's too dangerous here. We have to go.

- I won't.

- Her destiny was chosen.

I choose my own destiny.

- It's them.

- Oh my God, they're alive!

Help her down.

Thanks. Thank you.

No one's destiny is chosen.

Serena.

Briana.

Have we done something wrong?

No.

These bracelets link you forever

to the sisterhood of Amazons.

They signify your allegiance

to your sisters,

putting them first,

before your own desires.

You will always come to their defence,

and they to yours.

If you choose to accept the bracelet,

you will wear it until you die.

Do you accept, Briana?

Yes.

Serena.

Do you accept?

If I accept, am I free to leave?

An Amazon is always free.

Then I accept.

Now rise, Amazons,

and greet your sisters.

My Lord, on Thursday you've been

invited to the home of Cornelius Gero.

Friday, you have an invitation

from the widow Harmonia Madden.

That tedious old hag.

I'd rather open a vein.

She wants to thank you

for killing her husband.

A plague on Caesar for sending me here.

Your Lordship?

Darius.

A message from Rome.

It's from Brutus.

Well?

Gallo. Kill Darius.

Just joking.

Actually, it's good news.

Caesar has grown weary

of the Amazon nuisance

and wants the Empire rid of Zenobia

and her bosomed army once and for all.

Gallo.

Are you in the mood for a hunt?

Yes, my Lord.

Good.

I will deliver Caesar the princess' head,

and Caesar will invite us back to Rome.

A glorious day.

Darling?

Yes, my lord.

Have her cleaned up and sent to my room.

Stand up!

Welcome, lone.

You've been missed.

It's good to see you, Lucius.

Come, let's meet the new warriors.

- Lucius, this is Briana.

- Briana.

Oh, my.

And Serena.

- It's a pleasure.

- Lucius is captain of Zenobia's guard.

- But you're a man.

- Princess Zenobia?

- Is she here? Is this where she lives?

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