The Eagle: The Making of a Roman Epic Page #2

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It's a slay.

A gladiator and a slave's

never a fair contest.

Never.

Come on. Come on.

Fight!

There's bravery.

Come on!

He's gonna give himself his death.

Look at that, look at that!

Go! Come on!

Come on! Go!

Fight!

Get up! Fight him! Get up!

Get up!

Fight!

Come on!

Fight!

- Kill him!

- Kill him!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill him!

Life! Life!

Life!

Come on, what is this?

Come on, get your thumbs up!

Come on, you fools!

Life!

All of you, life!

Get your thumbs up!

Get your thumbs up!

- Life!

- Come on you fools!

Get your thumbs up!

Life! Life!

Come on!

Let him live!

No doubt that was not expecting.

Why did you save him?

Stephanos!

Stephanos!

I've decided Stephanos

is too old to serve two masters.

I've bought you

your own body slave.

I don't need my own slave.

Marcus.

I should have been consulted.

Yeah, well...

you weren't.

Slave!

His name's Esca.

- I have no use for you.

- I had no wish to be bought.

You should've run.

My uncle wouldn't stop you.

You saved my life.

I have a debt of honour to you.

Against your wish.

No man should have to beg

for his life.

You didn't. I did,

on your behalf, and...

I meant nothing by.

I'm the son of the Brigantes,

Who never broke his word.

My father's dagger is my bond.

I hate everything

you stand for.

Everything you are.

But you saved me.

And for that I must serve you.

- Who searched this wound?

- The surgeon at the fort.

Was he drunk?

Never seen such a mess.

You must have been

in constant pain.

Sent him two hundred leagues

in a mule cart, nearly killed him.

I'm going to have to re-open it.

There's still metal in there.

Well...

I guess, it's gonna be time.

You're gonna do it, right?

- Yeah.

- It'll be over before you know it.

I've the best knives

in the business.

Some wine.

- Ready?

- Ready.

You can go.

No.

I'm gonna need the slave

to hold you down.

- Can't my uncle do it?

- Me? No...

I've grown to hate

the sight of blood,

Especially, the blood of someone

I'm quite fond of.

Be strong.

Quickly now.

Hold him down.

Put your weight on him, slave!

Harder!

Take a deep breath.

When I say "now", let it out.

Now!

Did I shame myself?

Thank you.

There he is.

Spear! Now!

Cut him off!

Turn around!

As I remember it,

they seem to be fond of you.

Marcus.

May I present my nephew,

Marcus Flavius Aquila.

Claudius Marcellus

is my old friend,

And the esteemed Legate

of the Sixth Legion.

Your uncle is an old

sparring partner.

Tribune Servius Placidus,

and...

Indispensable member

of my staff.

Ah... Supper's ready.

Boiled eggs and fish.

Don't all rush at once.

If it was my choice,

I'd be a soldier all my life.

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