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In the hall of the opulent House Batiatus, laughter and applause ceased with the demonstration. As expected, Spartacus was standing victorious before the party guests. The tip of his sword was an inch above the neck of his oponent and friend, Varro. Spartacus could feel the tense look of his nemesis Crixus, who was supposed to make the demonstration with him. "Another stain to my name", the Gaul was thinking bitterly. "You are the editor, young Numerius", said Quintus Batiatus. "How did the loser fared?" The boy shown a joyful grin and raised his arm. He was thrilled by Ilithyia who was watching him, the lady who stole his virginity an hou