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Lucilla
took
his
arm
and
they
walked
together
into
the
cold
night
air
.
"
This
is
a
pleasant
fiction
"
she
said
,
smiling
at
him
.
Lucilla
understood
him
.
She
knew
that
her
father
would
love
to
be
just
a
simple
old
man
sharing
a
little
time
with
his
daughter
.
But
he
was
Emperor
of
Rome
,
and
for
him
life
was
much
more
complicated
.
*
*
*
In
the
cold
morning
,
at
the
edge
of
the
forest
,
a
group
of
men
were
training
for
battle
.
Commodus
and
his
guards
were
practicing
sword
fighting
,
striking
at
small
trees
.
The
young
prince
was
proud
of
his
body
.
He
was
strong
and
healthy
as
a
result
of
the
strict
training
he
did
every
morning
.
His
training
program
was
taken
straight
from
the
gladiator
schools
,
where
men
learned
to
fight
for
their
lives
.
His
greatest
wish
was
to
fight
against
real
gladiators
,
although
he
knew
that
his
father
would
never
allow
it
.
Marcus
had
ended
the
tradition
of
gladiator
fights
in
Rome
.
Maximus
passed
by
the
small
group
of
men
in
the
early
morning
light
and
noticed
that
the
Emperor
’
s
son
was
among
them
.
He
was
not
surprised
.
He
had
heard
plenty
of
stories
about
Commodus
,
how
strong
and
skilled
he
was
He
had
also
heard
that
Commodus
was
a
cruel
man
,
but
he
tried
not
to
believe
that
.
There
were
always
jealous
people
saying
bad
things
about
the
royal
family
.
Maximus
walked
to
Marcus
’
s
tent
.
The
Emperor
’
s
guards
let
him
through
the
entrance
without
any
questions
.
They
were
expecting
him
.
The
only
light
in
the
Emperor
’
s
tent
came
from
oil
lamps
.
Marcus
sat
with
his
back
to
Maximus
.
He
was
writing
his
diary
and
at
first
he
did
not
realize
Maximus
had
arrived
.
"
Caesar
.
You
sent
for
me
,
"
said
Maximus
.
Marcus
,
lost
in
his
thoughts
,
did
not
reply
.
"
Caesar
?
"
Maximus
repeated
.
