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"
I
think
he
’
ll
live
through
this
fight
,
you
think
he
’
ll
die
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
’
s
put
money
on
the
result
-
a
thousand
?
"
"
Against
my
own
man
?
I
don
’
t
do
that
,
"
said
Proximo
.
"
And
if
I
make
it
five
thousand
?
"
Proximo
thought
about
it
.
That
was
a
lot
of
money
.
*
*
*
Proximo
liked
to
see
his
new
boys
before
they
went
to
fight
.
A
guard
called
for
silence
as
he
walked
into
the
waiting
area
.
"
Some
of
you
are
thinking
that
you
won
’
t
fight
,
"
Proximo
said
,
"
and
some
that
you
can
’
t
fight
.
They
all
say
that
until
they
’
re
out
there
.
"
He
pulled
a
sword
down
from
a
shelf
.
"
Push
this
into
another
man
and
the
crowd
will
cheer
and
love
you
.
You
may
even
begin
to
love
them
back
.
"
He
stuck
the
point
of
the
sword
in
a
table
.
"
In
the
end
,
we
are
all
dead
men
.
Sadly
,
we
cannot
choose
how
.
But
we
can
decide
how
we
accept
that
end
,
so
we
are
remembered
as
men
.
You
go
out
into
the
arena
as
slaves
.
You
come
back
-
if
you
come
back
-
as
gladiators
.
"
Outside
,
the
crowd
was
getting
impatient
.
Before
he
left
,
Proximo
walked
down
the
line
of
men
,
saying
who
must
be
chained
together
.
They
were
all
put
in
teams
of
two
-
and
it
soon
became
clear
that
the
method
was
to
chain
a
"
Red
to
a
"
Yellow
.
"
Each
good
fighter
was
with
a
certain
loser
.
Haken
was
chained
to
the
crying
Greek
secretary
.
Maximus
-
a
"
loser
"
because
he
had
refused
to
fight
Haken
-
was
chained
to
Juba
.
Maximus
turned
to
look
at
the
closed
door
.
From
the
other
side
they
could
hear
the
shouts
of
the
crowd
.
Suddenly
,
Maximus
bent
down
and
picked
up
a
little
sand
from
the
ground
,
then
let
it
fall
through
his
fingers
.
