Gleva: You go with your legion?
Calpurnius: Before the dawn.
Gleva: It's impossible. No. You'll stay behind.
Calpurnius: No.
Gleva: Listen to me. You shall be King with me.
Calpurnius (in a burst of contempt): King here! In the forests of Britain! I!
Gleva: Yes. You'll lie quiet here. I by your side. Your hand in mine. See! We'll forget the hours. The dawn will come.
Calpurnius: And find me a traitor!
Gleva: I am already one. There was a servant with me. He told me I was like a dog that leaves its own people to follow the marching men.
Calpurnius (sits up): And you let him live, with this knife ready in your girdle?