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“No,” Pelorus said, tossing the purse to Sura’s killer—he did not yet know she was dead. “I am the one who opens the gates.”
As Batiatus gurgled and fell, Pelorus knelt beside him. “My father did not keep me alive as a lesson for the other gladiators,” he whispered. “He kept me alive because I knew where he buried the gold he stole from the previous champion. You never asked. You only saw a broken slave. That was your failing.” spartacus: blood and sand
Crixus, the Undefeated, bristled but said nothing. Even he felt the cold weight of Pelorus’s stare. “No,” Pelorus said, tossing the purse to Sura’s
Batiatus lunged. Pelorus, with the slow, economical grace of a man who had dodged death forty-seven times, sidestepped. He used his stump to hook Batiatus’s wrist and his good hand to drive the little whittling knife—the one he’d been sharpening for ten years—up under the lanista’s chin. “He kept me alive because I knew where
“You,” Batiatus spat. “You traitorous relic. You told the woman something. You poisoned her mind.”














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