“Tonight’s event is pit fighting. It sounded like a weekly venture with high-stakes gambling over outcomes.” “Dog or cock fights?” “People,” Sicarius said. “Slaves chosen to fight to the death.” Books shifted on the beam. “That’s outrageous!” “And against the law,” Amaranthe said. Slavery hadn’t been allowed since the Revolt of 654 had threatened the imperium from within. And human pit fighting had been illegal in the capital even longer.
