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Haken
looked
again
to
Proximo
,
and
again
he
was
told
to
continue
.
This
time
Haken
struck
Maximus
across
his
wounded
arm
.
Maximus
almost
fell
to
the
ground
but
managed
to
stay
on
his
feet
.
All
the
time
he
stared
straight
at
Haken
,
who
was
becoming
very
angry
.
Maximus
’
s
thoughts
were
clear
:
"
I
may
be
low
,
but
I
’
m
not
as
low
as
you
.
I
won
’
t
kill
for
sport
.
"
Proximo
found
it
very
interesting
.
Haken
lifted
the
sword
again
,
ready
to
hurt
Maximus
really
badly
,
but
Proximo
stopped
him
.
"
That
’
s
enough
for
now
"
he
said
.
"
His
time
will
come
.
"
He
looked
behind
him
to
the
servant
with
the
pots
of
paint
.
"
Mark
that
one
,
"
he
said
.
*
*
*
In
the
heat
of
the
late
afternoon
Haken
,
Juba
,
the
Greek
,
and
the
other
new
gladiators
sat
on
the
ground
in
the
shadows
.
Maximus
lay
by
the
wall
to
one
side
.
He
had
a
small
,
sharp
stone
and
was
using
it
to
try
to
remove
the
letters
SPQR
from
his
arm
.
Juba
called
out
to
him
,
"
Spaniard
!
Why
didn
’
t
you
fight
?
We
all
have
to
fight
.
"
Maximus
did
not
answer
.
The
young
Greek
was
very
frightened
.
"
I
don
’
t
fight
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
shouldn
’
t
be
here
.
I
’
m
a
secretary
-
I
can
write
in
seven
languages
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
Haken
.
"
Tomorrow
you
can
scream
in
seven
languages
.
"
