How the fuck should I know? GLABER: If he refuses to aid my intentions... Batiatus observes that the way he fights reminds him of the Thracian King of old. The crowd murmurs in disapproval. [Dark and dank. (Which is in part, the genius of the show itself. ILITHYIA: *laughs* What if I'd been an assassin? The Thracian retrieves the fallen trident and slams it into the Retiarius' skull, pinning the man to the ground. ALBINIUS: The odds seem out of favor. [Glaber suddenly draws his sword to strike The Thracian. A betrayal sends his life spinning out of control. As punishment he faces death by being forced to fight in the gladiatorial ", Spartacus: (referring to Glaber): "Pompous, arrogant, Roman boy-lover." Because of you. Or maybe trying to impress that sweet taste you're always going on about with stories of war. Upon seeing it, he realizes that Sura's dream has come true. The barbarians howl as they crash through the snow, with swords, axes, and spears. BYZO: What lends you the bearing? He looks at the other men, beaten and bloody, knowing the fate he's condemned his wife to will be infinitely worse. THE THRACIAN: Sura! Half the auxiliary deserted. While Glaber and his Romans feast on meat. DRENIS: *half asleep* I will fuck your mother. [An uproar. The horse rears back. [Albinius disengages from her, turning his back to the Thracian spectacle. [We plummet from the aerial shot to find The Thracian and Drenis stealthily advancing through the arctic mountainside. ILITHYIA: That's to his purpose in town. THE THRACIAN: Were? GLABER: I hadn't realized elections were nearing. THRACE - CLEARING - DAY (FLASHBACK) DRENIS: Byzo. As it makes contact she jolts back, her eyes crashing open to find Glaber now standing beside her. Senator Albinius steps into frame, commanding attention.] [She pours as Glaber indicates troop markers on the map.] And worry for his wife's safety. THE THRACIAN: A word, Legatus? GLABER: The shadow of Rome is vast. CROWD: Albinius! A tapestry of pain.] THE THRACIAN: Retreat would take them beyond the mountains to the north. The bald headed cock offers a common Greek! BATIATUS: In honor of Senator Albinius and the people of Capua, I give you Barca! The Thracian turns away, heading back into the shit and blood stained snow of the Thracian auxiliary encampment. DRENIS: Truth. A bit of fabric flutters. Batiatus passes with Lucretia, eyeing the Thracians.] Drool entangles Drenis' beard, intent on forming a frozen crust. With history offering so little fact on Spartacus, the writers take liberty with each episode on the understanding of; "We're not saying it actually happened this way, but who's to say it didn't?" [Glaber stares down from his mount. [Wham! Spartacus, a free man of Thrace, agrees to join the Romans to battle his tribe's enemies.