Spartacus Page #3

Well, move, you scum!

Put your body behind the blow!

Good, Draba! Push him back.

Faster!

Harder! Are you men

or are you women?

Tomorrow some of you

have the honor...

of fighting in the arena

in Capua.

Nothing matters but that you

fight well and with courage.

Do this and even the defeated

may receive mercy.

However if that

is not your fate...

then the crowd will expect you

to meet your death honorably...

in the Roman manner,

like this.

Spartacus, kneel.

A defeated gladiator may

beg for mercy...

by raising his hand thus.

The death blow is delivered in a

single thrust to the neck...

here.

That is how a gladiator from the

house of Batiatus dies.

What's the matter, Thracian?

Lost your appetite? Eat. Drink.

- Tomorrow we die.

- I'm not dying tomorrow.

The gods decide when we die.

- I don't believe in the gods.

- You don't believe in the gods?

When I look at the heavens

I see only stars.

Blasphemer! You could be

struck down for that.

No bolt of lightning.

- So what do you believe in?

- Us.

Our will.

We decide when

we die and how.

Well, eat anyway. You'll need

your strength for tonight.

- What happens tonight?

- War, little Thracian.

Sweet war!

Quiet! Sit down!

A little wisdom.

A man is no good in the

arena if his parts shrivel up.

A gladiator is not

a litter slave.

- He is a man.

- Yeah!

And a man needs a woman.

Quiet, quiet.

For those of you

who fight tomorrow...

I graciously lend you

these lovelies.

Use them well.

And in the morning...

show me what men

you are. Cinna!

This is yours.

Idiot!

David doesn't fight tomorrow.

Crixus.

You like to play rough,

Thracian. Here.

Batiatus asks that she be

made more pliant.

See to it.

I'm Spartacus.

What are you called?

You look cold. Here.

The stones are cold at night.

You sleep there.

I won't bother you.

Wake up, you sons of whores!

Move already!

My name is Varinia.

Varinia.

Come out, now.

Today you are expected

to bring honor...

to the house of Batiatus.

Fail to do so and you will curse

the day you were born.

- Where are they going?

- Capua.

They fight today.

The Thracian, the one they call

Spartacus. Is he any good?

Couldn't say.

He's different, though.

How?

All the gladiators here are

strong men. Brave.

But they are still slaves.

They accept it. Not him.

He will not last long.

You were with him last night?

- Yes and no.

- You, girl!

Come here.

You will attend me

at the games.

But if you give me

any trouble...

I promise that our previous meeting

will feel like a mother's caress.

Now, go and get yourself

cleaned up.

Line up!

I appreciate your contribution

to my games, Batiatus.

Few people understand the financial

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