They walked the clean-swept streets with their small escort of two soldiers. The day was hot and humid, and the sun beat down on them mercilessly. As they drew near the great arena, the crowds began to grow thick. They originally thought the two guards would be nothing more than a distraction, drawing too much attention, but now they were glad they were here, as folk were quick to part a clear path for them. No one wanted to get in the way of armored men wearing the colors of Taron.
The strangest people seemed to have come out for this event. Priests of various faiths stood on large wooden blocks outside the arena, preaching loudly to the crowds who gathered around them. They wore long, flowing robes that were always one solid color. Some had helpers who were dressed the same way, swinging smoking lanterns from a cord back and forth like a pendulum as they chanted away like they were possessed. It didn’t take long to understand the colors worn represented the deity of the priest.
Midgets wearing black leather outfits covered with shiny metal spikes ran in circles as they pretended to attack one another with purposely fake-looking wooden swords. They would stop their obnoxious game now and then only to stand behind one of the priests and mock their every word as they waved their hands in the air. When the mob began to laugh, they would run away and return to their ridiculously amateur-looking swordplay.
The soldiers were instructed to wait at the bottom of the ramp for the companions’ return and then escort them back to the palace.
Eric could not help but appreciate how massive and spectacular Moxis was up close as they ascended the ramp. That is, until they got to the top and took a few steps inside. The first thing Eric thought was that three times the entire population of Bryer had to be in here.
The friends stared in awe at the sheer size of the crowd, having never seen this many people in one place. Rows and rows of sanded wooden benches circled the whole arena. Huge, elaborate, white stone columns held up the platforms above them. Far down below, the sandy floor of the arena was being smoothed out by a horse-drawn mesh.
The benches were almost completely full with nearly naked men and women who cheered and whistled at nothing. The mob resembled a chaotic circus. These were not exactly the upper-class people of Taron, just as Ilirra had warned. It was like another world, a world with virtually no law.
Bare-breasted women were waving their hands in the air while all the men in the area groped them. The women acted as if they didn’t even notice. Everywhere the three companions’ eyes wandered, women were committing acts of fellatio to any man that presented himself. Eric considered covering Jade’s eyes for a moment, wondering how she might handle the wild scene, but she seemed quite entertained by the issuing orgy. She even pointed and laughed several times, making Eric very uncomfortable. When he looked to Jacob for support, he realized his friend was being even worse. He was grinning and pointing all over the place while elbowing Jade in the ribs constantly, begging her to look this way and that.
There was a fat bald man to their left with three women fighting to remove his pants. Three! Jade poked Eric in the ribs and pointed at the man, whose shirt was fighting a losing battle to keep his huge belly hidden. “He is either very well endowed or very rich,” she whispered in his ear. As soon as one of the girls seemed to be the clear winner, Jade leaned back over again and whispered, “Rich it is!” Even Eric couldn’t contain his laughter that time.
They found seats as close as they could get to the front. Listening to the varied conversations around them, it was clear the crowd was so big because word had already leaked that Morcel would be appearing for the last time tonight.
The folks at the other side of the arena began to stir a bit, then started clapping and whistling for some reason.
The three friends stood up like everyone else around them to see what the commotion was. To their horror, a wooden platform with wheels was being pushed to the center of the arena from that direction. It took five large men to push it through the sand, as the wheels sank in constantly. Four fat nooses were tied to the wooden beam that ran across the top.
Shortly after the platform was left at the center of the arena, the bloodthirsty crowd roared when four men were brought out, all tied together at the neck and walking in a line. Well, three men and what appeared to be a boy no older than fifteen. People in the stands threw stones and other projectiles they were able to sneak in with them as the four men were marched up onto the platform.
Cheering and whistling filled the air as the nooses were set around their necks by the executioner. The large man wore a spiked leather wristband and a sleeveless black leather vest that fit tightly over his large, broad shoulders. The man was required to also wear a black hood over his face for many reasons, not the least of which was because he had to live among the citizens in the city and no one could know his true identity. It was ironic, really. The thugs that came to these games would probably think him a hero and buy him drinks.
The ropes were set shallowly so the drop would only be a foot or so. The knots were set directly behind the heads of the four tied men as opposed to the side. If they were placed to the side, their necks would break, and the entertainment would end far too early. Placing the knots behind the head would ensure they would be strangled slowly.
Who knows what the four men had done to deserve the fate thrust upon them this day. It was probably the single least-asked question by anyone at the games. Nobody cared if the victims deserved it or not. That would just add unwanted morality to the morbid fantasy that was the games. There was no place for rational thinking here, just public sex and violence—the grand orgy of violence that had made the slavers’ trade prosperous.
Jade buried her head in Eric’s shoulder, and he and Jacob averted their eyes as well. The only way they knew the hanging was done was when they heard the roar of the mob around them.
Eric looked up too soon, his eyes going instinctively to the young boy hanging on the rope. He didn’t have the body weight of the other men, so his strangulation was slow. He continued to kick the air long after the others were no longer moving.
Eric quickly looked away again, knowing that image would surely haunt him forever. This is what the Queen warned us about.