Pompeii Page #4

I could ride before I could walk.

My people were horsemen.

"Were" horsemen?

My family were butchered by the Romans.

- I'm so sorry.

- "Sorry"?

What would a Roman know of such things?

I am not a Roman. I'm a citizen of Pompeii.

Then why do I see Rome's eagle

everywhere I turn?

I'm no part of that.

After a year in Rome,

I hoped never to see that eagle again.

And yet, here it is,

thrust into the soil outside my home.

My father believes that

he can bargain with those animals.

My father...

He would have killed

every last one of them.

My Lady?

If they catch you up there

they'll punish you.

My Lady?

My Lady, is everything all right?

Wait! Come back!

Come back!

What's wrong?

If they catch you up here with me...

I'll tell them it was my choice.

There they are!

I have to take you back.

No. You go and leave me here.

If you ride you have a chance.

- A chance at what?

- At freedom.

But at what cost to you?

Tell the guards I brought

you here by force.

The blame is mine.

Get him off that horse!

It wasn't his fault. The horse bolted.

It was out of control.

Senator, please. This slave saved my life.

He does not deserve this.

- Lady Cassia, you were unharmed?

- I'm perfectly all right.

If I were to spare the life of this slave,

what would it be worth to you?

Senator?

I believe you understand the question,

my dear.

I would be grateful for your mercy.

Well...

This is your lucky day, slave.

The Lady Cassia has saved your life.

Who owns this slave?

I do, Senator.

Then I suggest you punish it

and then remove it.

Fifteen lashes should suffice.

After all, mercy is a virtue.

Father, you have to stop this.

There's nothing I can do about it.

You saved his life.

Content yourself with that.

Senator Corvus requires a service of you.

Of me?

This gladiator.

What do you have planned

for him tomorrow?

He fights last.

- Single combat against my champion.

- No.

He fights first. And he dies first.

Fifteen lashes and he didn't make a sound.

I could have prevented this.

I don't know what I was thinking.

That he made you feel alive?

He made me feel safe.

A man like that does not deserve

to die in the arena.

This is not your fault, Cassia.

He has caught the Senator's wrath.

I thought that, in leaving Rome,

that man would forget about me

and turn his attentions toward

some other poor victim.

I saw a look

in that man's eye tonight, Ariadne.

The same look I saw in Rome.

But the Senator never laid a hand on you.

Only because I left Rome before he could.

Now Rome has followed us back to Pompeii

to turn the world inside out.

You certainly know

how to prepare for a battle.

I hope she was worth it.

A terrible waste of good wine.

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