Demetrius and the Gladiators Page #2

- Good.

- Have you had your breakfast?

- No.

Lucia will get it for you. Lucia!

Lucia!

- Where is that girl?

- Coming.

- Demetrius has had no food.

- It's ready.

Here's your breakfast. I saved you

some apricots. I know you like them.

- I hid them for you.

- Thank you.

If there was only one apricot left

in the world, she'd give it to you.

Peter gave me our master's robe

to keep for him.

- May I?

- Of course.

I never thought of Jesus as being so tall.

- Was he as tall as you, Demetrius?

- Just about the same.

You'd think his robe

would be made of silk and gold.

He was a carpenter.

All his life he'd worked with his hands.

- Like us.

- Just like us.

(fanfare and beating of drums)

By order of the emperor,

I am authorised to pay 20 pieces of gold...

...for information concerning the robe...

...which once belonged

to the criminal called Jesus,...

...crucified for sedition in Jerusalem.

Well? 20 pieces of gold.

The penalty for concealment is death!

Start the search.

Anyone here know of this robe?

It's said to be of homespun, red in colour.

Are you slave or free here?

I am a born freeman.

All the others have been freed.

Christians?

I'll have a look around.

Get backto your work.

You! Come back here!

(Lucia screams)

Why did you run? Why did you...?

Demetrius of Corinth. Assaulting

a decurion of the Praetorian Guard...

...in the execution of his duties.

- Is the decurion here?

- Here, sir.

The evidence seems impressive.

Are you slave or free?

Free, sir.

Mark of a slave, sir.

I was a slave, but my master freed me, sir.

A slave may be freed by emancipation before

a praetor, inscription in the censor's record,...

...testament on death of master

or declaration before witnesses.

- Can you provide proof of any of these?

- No, sir.

- Were you bought or born to the house?

- Bought, sir.

Where is your master?

- Dead.

- A Greek can invent a better story than that.

Flavius. Do you think he'd make a gladiator?

Look at the decurion's face!

Sentenced to be trained for the arena.

- Where is the master?

- Strabo!

- More prisoners.

- Open up.

You prisoners are lucky to be sentenced to

train as gladiators in the Claudian school,...

...rather than to one of the imperial schools.

This is the best. We have

the best trainers, the best physicians...

...to watch over your skins,

your health, your food.

We'll feed you well and dress you well.

You'll have meat at every meal.

Gladiators trained in this school are sought

after for the most important festival games...

...and also for

the emperor's private enclosure.

That's because we have an iron motto:

"We live well, we die well. "

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