The Sign of the Cross Page #3

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something like that.

Well, not all of it's true.

Perhaps not...

because your face doesn't

look like that. It's...

It's what?

Oh, I don't know.

It's just different. No, wait.

Is that a command?

I wouldn't do that.

You could,

being Prefect of Rome.

But I don't want to be Prefect

with you unless you try to leave me.

You were too hard to find.

Do you imagine you're just going

to walk away from me like this?

But I will, eventually.

But that would be a sin.

Didn't you know

you'd see me again...

and that I wouldn't

let you go?

I see your reputation

isn't altogether false.

Do you...

Do you dislike me?

No.

Well, you shouldn't.

You must like me.

In such things,

I always have my way.

No.

The Emperor commanded me to find you

and deliver this myself.

What is it?

Who is this girl?

I'm going.

No, wait.

You met her for the first time

today, didn't you?

What is this message?

I'll read it.

"To my well-beloved Marcus.

"The extermination of

Christians must continue.

"None may escape.

"Those who are dangerous

are instantly to be killed.

"The others are to be held

for death in the arena.

"This duty has long been

entrusted to you.

"I charge you to be faithful."

And the Emperor's seal.

I'm going.

I'll go with you.

I'd rather go alone.

By this order, Marcus,

any person even suspected...

I heard the order.

Then that is all.

Don't rush off like that.

One would say you wanted to

follow that girl.

At your age, too.

Absurd!

Why was this order given

me in the street?

Why were you so anxious

to find me?

The Emperor was anxious.

Did you make him that way?

I don't know what you mean.

She's out of sight.

Don't let me keep you.

And she's been

in here many times...

and you don't know

where she lives.

You're lying.

No. No, I'm not.

You know that it means death

to hide a Christian?

I'm not hiding her.

I've told you all I know.

Are you sure she

paid for the bread?

Yes.

And then...

Then she ran out...

and didn't take it with her.

Wait here.

She may come back.

Mercia, Bucco says he wonders

when he can have his soup bone.

Tell Bucco,

as soon as the soup's ready.

Bucco, aren't you ashamed

to hurry Mercia like that?

You know, Bucco, you and I

get hungry about the same time.

Greedy!

I wish you could stay

longer with us.

There's no time.

I must take this letter

of Paul's to Spain and Africa.

It's an inspiration...

to copy Paul's own word

and keep it.

Mercia! Mercia!

If you'll wait until I have finished

writing, I'll help you chop the carrots.

Mercia, water's dripping

from that jug.

Is it leaking?

I dropped it.

But I didn't know that...

It was surprising today,

wasn't it...

to see what Marcus Superbus

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