How had he fallen so low? The sun burned down upon him; he inhaled the terrible odors of sweat, blood, and fear.
Someone nudged him, and he came erect. Facing the dais, he raised his arm. "We who are about to die salute you!"
He was a peaceful man, but had been driven to kill mercilessly. Now, even he admitted that it was good to feel the power in the blows that struck down his fellow gladiators.