Palene: Mountains and ravines: Scyllaeum was a desolate place. We were in despair. All except Spartacus. He had a plan for our escape. Far below in the port, were anchored the ships of the Cilician pirates. Spartacus and I climbed down the cliffs to meet their leader, Isoricus
As we entered his tent we saw a handsome, olive-skinned man, lying on rich, embroidered cushions, while a beautiful slave-girl combed his long black hair and another brought him a silver goblet of sherbet. Isoricus greeted us like a courteous king

Isoricus:
There you stand before me
And you're slightly at a loss
Now you know the seas are stormy
And only I can get across
You come to me to see if I can pull you through
It can't be easy for a man like you
To be in this situation
I'd love to help you with a noble deed
Deliver you in your hour of need
To your final destination
I try to do the best that I can
Oh I try and I try
'Cos I've always been a man you can count on

So, trust me
And I won't let you down
'Cos my word is a by-word for honesty
So trust me
I won't let you down
I'll get you where you want to go, oh!
That's the way it must be
'Cos there isn't any doubt
That I can get you out
Yes I'm a man of honour
So I guess you're gonna have to
Trust me
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