arena-slave

Updated: January 3, 2026

They led me to the center of the arena, trussed my hands behind me, bound my ankles and wrapped round my head an evil-smelling old quilt, probably taken from the cot of some arena-slave housed in some cell under the hollow of the amphitheater.

Edward Lucas White - Andivius Hedulio : Adventures of a Roman Nobleman in the Days of the Empire