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"
I
,
too
,
have
a
son
who
is
eight
years
old
.
"
They
smiled
at
each
other
again
.
"
I
thank
you
for
your
kind
thoughts
,
"
said
Maximus
,
and
then
he
walked
slowly
back
to
his
tent
.
Lucilla
watched
him
go
.
Her
thoughts
were
confused
,
and
her
emotions
reminded
her
that
she
had
once
loved
this
man
.
*
*
*
Maximus
sat
in
front
of
a
low
table
in
his
tent
.
On
the
table
were
small
wooden
figures
of
his
family
-
parents
and
grandparents
.
In
the
center
,
protected
by
the
others
,
were
the
two
smallest
figures
.
These
were
his
wife
and
child
.
As
he
looked
at
his
family
,
he
tried
to
imagine
what
his
father
or
grandfather
would
do
in
his
situation
.
What
would
they
decide
?
How
would
they
advise
him
?
He
picked
up
the
figure
of
his
wife
and
kissed
it
.
"
Cicero
,
"
he
called
out
.
Behind
him
,
his
servant
Cicero
appeared
and
gave
him
a
drink
.
"
Do
you
ever
find
it
difficult
to
do
your
duty
?
"
Maximus
asked
him
.
Cicero
,
a
tall
,
thin
man
with
long
hair
,
thought
about
the
question
for
a
few
seconds
.
"
Sometimes
I
do
what
I
want
to
do
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
rest
of
the
time
I
do
what
I
have
to
do
.
"
Maximus
smiled
.
"
We
may
not
be
able
to
go
home
,
"
he
said
,
sadly
.
