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Later
that
evening
,
two
guards
came
to
find
Maximus
.
They
took
him
to
Proximo
.
"
Ah
,
Spaniard
,
"
he
said
,
sending
the
guards
away
.
"
It
worries
me
that
although
you
’
re
good
,
you
could
be
better
.
You
could
be
the
greatest
.
"
"
You
want
me
to
kill
.
I
kill
,
"
Maximus
said
.
"
That
’
s
enough
.
"
He
turned
to
walk
out
.
"
Enough
for
a
small
Moroccan
town
like
this
,
"
Proximo
called
after
him
.
"
But
not
for
Rome
.
"
Maximus
stopped
.
"
Rome
?
"
he
said
,
suddenly
interested
.
"
My
men
have
just
brought
the
news
,
"
Proximo
said
.
"
The
young
Emperor
has
arranged
some
games
in
honor
of
his
dead
father
,
Marcus
Aurelius
.
It
’
s
strange
to
think
that
I
had
to
leave
my
school
in
Rome
years
ago
because
his
father
stopped
all
gladiator
contests
.
But
his
day
has
ended
now
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Maximus
,
quietly
,
angrily
.
Proximo
laughed
.
"
We
’
re
going
back
!
After
five
years
in
this
terrible
place
we
’
re
going
back
to
the
Colosseum
,
"
he
said
.
"
Ah
,
Spaniard
,
wait
until
you
fight
in
the
Colosseum
.
Fifty
thousand
Romans
following
every
move
of
your
sword
.
The
silence
before
you
strike
.
The
cry
that
comes
after
-
like
a
storm
!
"
He
stopped
and
looked
to
the
heavens
,
his
eyes
shining
.
Maximus
saw
the
memories
lighting
up
Proximo
’
s
face
and
suddenly
he
understood
.
"
You
were
once
a
gladiator
,
"
he
said
.
