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The
boy
’
s
servant
came
to
him
and
took
his
hand
.
"
Come
,
Lucius
.
It
’
s
time
to
go
.
"
"
Your
name
’
s
Lucius
?
"
asked
Maximus
.
"
Lucius
Verus
,
like
my
father
,
"
Lucius
said
proudly
.
He
turned
and
left
,
followed
by
the
servant
.
With
a
shock
,
Maximus
suddenly
realized
that
the
boy
must
be
Lucilla
’
s
son
.
He
searched
the
crowd
-
was
Lucilla
somewhere
out
there
?
But
although
he
kept
looking
,
he
could
not
see
her
.
He
could
only
see
the
faces
of
people
who
were
thirsty
for
blood
.
The
gladiators
waited
for
their
contest
in
an
area
that
was
at
the
same
level
as
the
sand
of
the
arena
.
In
there
they
were
given
helmets
,
body
armor
,
and
swords
.
Proximo
’
s
guards
led
his
gladiators
into
the
area
and
Maximus
walked
over
to
a
window
He
looked
out
at
the
sand
that
seemed
to
continue
forever
.
Maximus
spoke
in
a
low
voice
to
one
of
the
guards
.
"
Is
the
Emperor
here
?
"
he
asked
.
"
He
’
ll
be
here
,
"
the
guard
replied
.
"
He
comes
every
day
.
"
One
of
the
guards
held
out
a
helmet
to
Maximus
.
He
shook
his
head
and
looked
instead
at
the
other
helmets
.
He
chose
one
with
a
better
face
guard
and
tried
it
on
.
He
turned
his
head
back
toward
the
arena
,
knowing
that
now
his
face
could
not
be
recognized
.
Proximo
’
s
gladiators
were
armored
and
ready
.
They
were
dressed
to
look
like
soldiers
from
Carthage
.
They
carried
spears
and
long
,
curved
,
heavy
shields
.
