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Sitting
behind
the
senators
in
the
cafe
,
with
his
back
to
them
,
was
a
small
man
.
None
of
the
senators
noticed
him
,
but
he
was
close
enough
to
hear
everything
they
said
.
The
face
of
the
listener
was
quite
ordinary
,
except
that
his
right
eye
was
missing
.
He
did
not
see
well
with
only
one
eye
,
but
he
could
hear
perfectly
and
he
had
a
good
memory
.
He
was
able
to
collect
a
lot
of
information
and
he
was
paid
well
to
repeat
it
to
other
ears
.
Crowds
of
people
came
down
the
hillside
from
their
small
houses
above
the
Moroccan
town
.
They
were
all
going
toward
the
arena
,
hoping
to
put
a
little
excitement
into
their
difficult
lives
.
Maximus
’
s
arm
,
now
without
the
letters
SPQR
,
was
covered
with
an
arm
guard
.
He
had
earned
the
extra
protection
of
armor
because
of
his
brave
fighting
.
He
bent
and
picked
up
some
dirt
from
the
ground
,
watched
it
disappear
through
his
fingers
,
and
walked
quickly
toward
the
entrance
to
the
arena
.
Proximo
walked
with
him
.
"
You
just
kill
,
kill
,
kill
!
"
Proximo
shouted
at
Maximus
.
"
You
make
it
look
too
easy
.
The
crowd
wants
a
hero
,
not
just
someone
cutting
up
meat
.
We
want
them
to
keep
coming
back
.
Don
’
t
kill
so
quickly
-
take
more
time
!
"
The
cheers
of
the
crowd
grew
louder
as
they
got
closer
to
the
arena
.
"
Give
them
an
adventure
to
remember
!
"
Proximo
shouted
above
the
noise
.
"
Fall
to
one
knee
-
they
’
ll
think
you
’
re
finished
.
Then
force
yourself
to
your
feet
-
our
hero
!
"
He
was
rushing
along
to
keep
up
with
Maximus
.
"
Remember
,
you
’
re
an
entertainer
!
"
Without
a
word
to
Proximo
,
Maximus
walked
out
into
the
arena
.
There
was
a
cheer
immediately
.
He
was
a
known
fighter
now
,
and
the
Moroccans
knew
they
were
going
to
see
some
real
action
.
Out
in
the
bright
sunlight
,
six
fighters
waited
.
Maximus
looked
at
them
and
decided
immediately
on
his
method
of
attack
.
He
chose
the
strongest
and
most
confident
man
first
.
When
that
man
went
down
,
the
others
would
know
they
had
no
chance
.
He
cut
them
down
,
one
by
one
,
his
sword
striking
through
their
bodies
with
great
speed
.
It
was
all
finished
in
a
few
minutes
.
The
crowd
stood
and
cheered
.
They
shouted
,
"
Spaniard
!
Spaniard
!
"
Proximo
got
up
from
his
seat
and
walked
out
.
Maximus
dropped
his
arm
to
his
side
,
stepped
over
a
body
,
and
walked
back
toward
the
exit
.
He
picked
up
a
sword
from
the
sand
and
threw
it
into
the
crowd
.
As
it
fell
to
the
floor
,
the
screaming
crowd
grew
silent
,
watching
and
waiting
.
