Though Ilithyia had been first to speak his name, she felt now at a loss for words. What truth was there to grace tongue and describe Spartacus and who he was to her? She knew so little of him herself. The things she felt for him were confused at best.

"He is..." Father of her son. Rebel slave. A monster, a god. "Dangerous. A most hated enemy of my husband. Should you speak to him, remain cautious. He will not take kindly to one whom I consider trusted friend."