Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Spartacus:
I woke expecting my wife beside me.

Sura:
She rose early to pray that her husband would stay with her.

Spartacus:
I thought we were in agreement.

Sura:
We were.

Spartacus:
Were?

Sura:
The gods came to me last night, in my sleep.

Spartacus:
What did they show you?

Sura:
My husband on his knees, bowing before a great red serpent, the life draining from his veins.

Spartacus:
What meaning did you take from it?

Sura:
A warning. If you go to war you are destined for great and unfortunate things.

Spartacus:
The Geti worship the mountain wolf. They place no faith in snakes. It was just a dream.

Sura:
And if it isn't?

Spartacus:
I gave my word, Sura. Blood and honor. It speaks to the man. Nothing will keep me from returning to your arms. Not the Geti, not the Romans, not the gods themselves.

Sura:
The nights grow so cold. What am I to do without you in our bed?

Spartacus:
Lift your dress (She does, he ties a piece of his cloak arond her leg) keep me close to your thighs. The thought will warm us both.

Sura:
Kill them all.

Spartacus:
For you.