Legends

Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Season 1 Episode 3

& Doctore: Attend! The Vulcanalia is announced!
    Spartacus: Vulcanalia?
    Varro: A festival to ward off wildfires.

& Spartacus: Crixus, then?
    Varro: Crixus certainly.
    Spartacus: And his opponent?
    Kerza: Against the Champion of Capua? What would it matter?

& Lucretia: Darling, you must spend coins to receive coins. My husband taught me that.
    Batiatus: A wise man.

& Spartacus: Barca? He stands but tall.
    Varro: He stands a legend. After Carthage suffered defeat by the romans, they forced hundreds of his people to fight against each other in the arena. Half a day passed, and only two remained... Barca. And the chief of his people, the noble Mago. Skill and the testament of years were his allies. Strength and youth Barca’s. Mago fell to his knees... And Barca became the Beast of Carthage.

& Varro: Mago was a warrior fierce renown. A chief upon a throne of blood. He was also Barca’s father, as the story tells...
    Spartacus: Is it true?
    Varro: In the world of the gladiator, a man’s fame and glory constructs its own truth.
    Spartacus: Fame and glory. I seek neither.

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& Crixus: It’s no easy task to sever a man’s head. You must find the right angle.

& Naevia: I do not favor the games.
    Crixus: Well that is an odd bent... for a slave... at a gladiator school.

& Doctore: Never lose focus! Not if Jupiter himself were to rip open the heavens and dangle his cock from the skies! A gladiator’s first distraction is his last. Not all contests end in death... Two fingers. A sign of surrender... And shame.

& Spartacus: The oath I swore to this place did not including begging. I need no lesson in submission.
    Doctore: You favor a different lesson? In obedience, perhaps? To the hole!

& Spartacus: There are many I would see dead in this place. You are not among them though.
    Varro: You may not have a choice.
    Spartacus: There is always a choice.

& Batiatus: This was merely a taste! Tomorrow they will settle this grudge in the arena! Crixus, the undefeated! Spartacus, the dog who defies death! A fight for the ages! Glory to Capua! Glory to Rome!

& Spartacus: I believe his reputation inflated. Tomorrow I shall prove it so.
    Kerza: Next he’ll boast he can defeat Theokoles himself.
    Spartacus: Perhaps. If I knew the man.
    Varro: Theokoles. The shadow of death.

& Batiatus: Spartacus fought well! Let him live to fight another day!

& Ilithyia: He lives? How disappointing.

& Spartacus: His reputation is well earned. My blade could find no weakness.
    Doctore: And yet... it was there. At least ten points where you could have seized advantage. You needed more training.
    Spartacus: I shall train harder then.
    Doctore: No. It is too late for such things.

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