Attila Page #2

Wait! Your name?

N'Kara.

You fight bravely.

Put her with the slaves.

Her sword was the bloodiest of all.

If she has kin, spare them as well.

(Keys rattling)

You may leave.

I once swore you'd never

leave this prison alive,

but your friends have

begged me to be merciful.

In the light of their plea...

(Laughs ) There's only one conceivable

reason for you to be here.

- You need me.

- Why would I need you?

If I had to guess,

I'd say the Huns are on the move,

and you and the rest of Rome

are petrified with fear.

There have been reports

of a new warlord...

among the southern tribes - Attila.

Do you know him?

No, but I know King Rua,

and that's what matters.

My son is young. He needs someone

to guide his decisions.

You can serve your country

instead of your own ambitions,

- if that's possible.

- Anything's possible.

What's your price?

First, a full pardon.

You tried to depose me, before

my son became of age. That's treason.

Let's call that a misunderstanding.

What else?

Full restoration of my estates,

personal staff, hand-picked by me,

and...

reinstatement to the rank

of master of both services.

If I am to deal with the Huns,

I must have the supreme command.

- Felix has the supreme command.

- Remove him.

- He recommended your release.

- I'll thank him.

- You can rot in this cell forever.

- And you?

You can find someone else

to deal with the Huns.

Warden.

Release him.

He is your new supreme commander.

The guard who brought me

my food, what's his name?

Petronius, my lord.

- Father!

- Lydia.

Oh, you're really free!

Oh, I was afraid to believe it.

I came to the prison

but they wouldn't let me see you.

My God, look at you.

You're a young woman,

and a lovely one at that.

The villa's really ours again?

Yes.

And the one in Sicily too.

Tomorrow I'll bring in workers.

It'll be as beautiful as ever.

(Galen ) Come on, move!

You wretches, move!

Ha, ha, you're in my lot now!

(Attila ) King Rua,

I bring you tribute from our victory.

(Scoffs ) A victory over farmers?

The people are watching.

You are brothers!

Embrace like brothers.

Let us see the treasures

that Attila has brought us!

Attila, don't let your brother's

envy spoil your victory.

(Attila ) He's right.

It was a village defended

by peasants and farmers.

We fight peasants

because no one else dare fight us!

Yes. Not even the Romans.

- Rome? That's a different matter.

- We are Huns. We fear no one.

True.

But, uh, why wake a sleeping lion?

We were 50 leagues

into their territory.

There were no legions,

no soldiers. Not one.

Let me take a larger army

and go further.

- How much further?

- To Rome itself.

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