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"
That
they
fought
for
you
-
and
for
Rome
,
"
he
replied
.
"
And
what
is
Rome
,
Maximus
?
Tell
me
.
"
"
I
’
ve
seen
too
much
of
the
rest
of
the
world
and
I
know
it
’
s
cruel
and
dark
.
I
have
to
believe
that
Rome
is
the
light
.
"
"
But
you
have
never
been
there
,
"
said
Marcus
.
"
You
have
not
seen
Rome
as
it
is
now
.
"
Maximus
had
heard
stories
about
Rome
.
People
in
the
cities
were
hungry
and
food
prices
were
much
too
high
.
Some
Romans
had
become
very
rich
,
but
most
were
poor
.
Bridges
,
roads
,
and
ports
all
needed
repairs
,
while
tax
money
went
into
the
pockets
of
the
rich
.
There
were
many
things
wrong
at
the
heart
of
the
enormous
empire
.
"
I
am
dying
,
Maximus
.
And
I
want
to
see
that
there
has
been
some
purpose
to
my
life
.
"
Marcus
sat
down
again
.
"
It
’
s
strange
.
I
think
more
about
the
future
than
the
present
.
How
will
the
world
speak
my
name
in
future
years
?
"
He
held
out
his
hand
to
Maximus
,
who
took
it
and
came
to
sit
next
to
Marcus
.
"
You
have
a
son
,
"
said
the
Emperor
.
"
You
must
love
him
very
much
.
Tell
me
about
your
home
"
"
The
house
is
in
the
hills
above
Trujillo
,
"
Maximus
began
.
"
It
’
s
a
simple
place
,
pink
stones
that
warm
in
the
sun
.
There
’
s
a
wall
,
a
gate
,
and
a
small
field
of
vegetables
.
"
Maximus
looked
up
and
saw
that
the
old
man
had
closed
his
eyes
as
he
listened
.
He
was
smiling
.
"
Through
the
gate
are
apple
trees
.
The
earth
is
black
,
Marcus
.
As
black
as
my
wife
’
s
hair
.
And
we
grow
fruit
and
vegetables
.
There
are
wild
horses
near
the
house
-
my
son
loves
them
.
"
"
How
long
is
it
since
you
were
last
home
?
"
"
Two
years
,
two
hundred
sixty
-
four
days
-
and
one
morning
.
"
