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"
Haken
,
"
said
a
voice
from
behind
,
naming
the
teacher
.
Maximus
turned
to
see
Proximo
,
who
was
admiring
Haken
’
s
strength
.
He
and
Maximus
stared
at
each
other
.
"
Spaniard
.
.
.
"
Proximo
said
,
naming
Maximus
.
Then
he
moved
along
the
line
,
naming
each
new
slave
.
"
Thief
.
.
.
murderer
.
.
.
"
Suddenly
,
he
stopped
and
smiled
.
"
Proximo
!
"
he
said
.
"
Anyone
know
the
meaning
of
that
?
"
’
Nearest
.
’
’
Dearest
.
’
’
Close
to
.
’
’
I
am
Proximo
.
I
shall
be
closer
to
you
in
the
next
days
than
your
own
mothers
were
.
I
did
not
pay
good
money
to
buy
you
,
"
Proximo
said
.
"
I
paid
to
buy
your
death
.
You
may
die
alone
,
in
pairs
,
or
in
groups
-
who
knows
?
Many
different
ways
with
just
one
ending
.
"
He
walked
around
his
new
slaves
,
enjoying
himself
.
"
And
when
you
die
-
and
you
will
die
-
the
sound
of
cheering
will
send
you
to
the
next
world
.
"
Proximo
raised
his
hands
and
stretched
them
out
to
the
group
of
slaves
.
"
Gladiators
,
I
salute
you
,
"
he
said
.
Proximo
never
missed
training
for
the
new
boys
.
He
could
learn
so
much
about
them
.
