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"
When
your
father
allows
me
to
go
,
I
will
return
to
Spain
,
sir
,
"
said
Maximus
.
"
Home
?
Ah
yes
.
But
don
’
t
get
too
comfortable
-
I
may
call
on
you
soon
.
"
Then
,
seeming
suddenly
to
remember
,
Commodus
said
,
"
Lucilla
is
here
.
Did
you
know
?
She
hasn
’
t
forgotten
you
-
and
now
you
are
the
great
hero
.
"
He
turned
away
to
watch
his
father
leaving
the
tent
with
his
guards
.
"
Caesar
will
sleep
early
tonight
,
"
he
said
.
When
he
turned
back
again
,
Maximus
had
gone
.
Commodus
was
anxious
.
Who
did
the
great
general
really
support
?
Could
he
be
trusted
?
Commodus
took
some
more
wine
and
thought
carefully
about
Maximus
.
*
*
*
Marcus
’
s
slaves
helped
him
into
the
royal
tent
.
Lucilla
was
already
there
.
"
It
’
s
a
pity
I
only
have
one
son
,
"
Marcus
said
to
her
.
"
You
would
be
a
better
Caesar
than
Commodus
.
.
.
stronger
.
I
wonder
if
you
would
also
be
fair
?
"
"
I
would
be
whatever
you
taught
me
to
be
,
"
she
replied
,
smiling
.
She
came
to
his
side
and
kissed
him
.
"
How
was
the
trip
?
"
Marcus
asked
.
"
Long
.
Boring
.
Why
have
I
come
?
"
asked
Lucilla
.
"
I
need
your
help
,
"
said
her
father
.
"
With
your
brother
.
He
loves
you
-
he
always
has
.
Soon
he
is
going
to
need
you
more
than
ever
.
"
Lucilla
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
"
No
more
.
It
is
not
a
night
for
politics
,
"
Marcus
said
.
"
It
is
a
night
for
an
old
man
and
his
daughter
to
look
at
the
moon
together
.
Let
us
pretend
that
you
are
a
loving
daughter
and
I
am
a
good
father
.
"
