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Burn me and cast my ashes to a strong east wind.

I ran to the burial mound of my father to free her.

There's a large number of lonely men out there.

That's my boy. Come on, all my other bastards!

so they may once again taste the freedom that has so long been denied to them,

Rome? God himself?

No. You stay here with me.

Go back to work! All of you!

lt has always fallen to a few to sacrifice for the good of many.

How many Britons have you killed?

And what will you do, Arthur, when you return to your beloved Rome?

Then I shall grant his wish.

And these Saxons are so close behind my ass is hurtin'.

Those of you who are able should gather your things

Give me the papers. Come, come.

Your papers of safe conduct throughout the Roman Empire.

But no people so important as the powerful Sarmatians to the east.

Without faith, without belief in something, what are we?

Your device worked.

- Saxons? - Yes.

You're like this country -

This doesn't make him a free man.

I'm a Roman officer.

Take it, Arthur.

A man worth killing.

You listen. When the Romans leave here, we'll have the run of all this place.

ln Rome, you will live out your days in honor and wealth.

How dare you set foot in this hoIy pIace?

We're going to slaughter your people.

- l saw his image in your room. - He took my father's place for me.

Send what's left of your infantry.

God's thanks, my lord.

- Do it now! - Yeah!

Why do you think I spared you in the forest?

But if you represent what heaven is, then take me there.

And when the smoke cleared on the fourth day, the only Sarmatian soldiers left alive

- Yes, sir. - Go. Go!

His teachings on free will and equality have been a great influence.

He's already a free man.

You could use another bow.

Don't touch their women.

They will show no mercy, spare no one.

Benedicta tu in mulieribus...

And now, on the day they are to be liberated, you send them on a mission

l look forward to our reunion in Rome.

- Well, you're about to give it to the Saxons. - They're invading from the north.

Our people are one.

I found tracks coming from the south, but none going back.

- Welcome back, Arthur. - Jols.

- We leave as soon as you're packed. - l refuse to leave.

Alecto is the Pope's favorite godchild and pupil.

- How many did you kill? - Four.

l haven't seen you since childhood.

And everything we have is here in the land given to us by the Pope of Rome.

- You go with him. - Move out!