Pompeii Page #4

Then we have to go south into the hills.

It's too far. We'll never make it on foot.

Then we go there.

The arena? Why?

Horses.

My parents.

I'll get the horses.

Don't.

Go help your friend.

Atticus?

Romans everywhere.

Let's go.

You better get comfortable, my dear.

It's a long way to Rome.

Why are you doing this?

Because the property

of Quintas Attius Corvus

will not be taken by some slave.

Proculus, there's not enough room for you.

Then I shall see you in Rome, Senator.

Corvus!

1,000 dinari to the man

who brings me the head of that slave!

- This is mine now. Go.

- Atticus...

Every second takes her

further away from you.

I'll see you again, brother.

Go on!

A barbarian does not die

the equal of a Roman.

Equal.

Let's see if a Roman

can die the equal of a gladiator.

No!

Please. Please.

Gladiators do not beg.

B*tch! You b*tch!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Who are you to do this to me?

I am Senator Quintas Attius Corvus!

And what is that worth,

Senator Quintas Attius Corvus?

You killed my family,

you slaughtered my people,

and make no mistake,

my gods are coming for you.

Wait!

You can't leave me here!

For those of us about to die...

We salute you!

I die a free man!

You have to ride him out of here.

- No!

- He's not fast enough.

He can't carry us both! Go!

No, I won't leave you!

We don't have a choice.

Run! Go!

I don't want to spend

our last moments running.

Don't look.

Look at me.

Just me.

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