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12 put up a fight. They hadn’t tried to escape, nor had they even cried out. The lions had done their worst, but without show. Quickly sated by all the blood, they soon lost interest in their prey. “It’s over,” the eldest of the vestals simply remarked. “Let’s go.” With a nod of the head, she signaled to the lictors2 to escort them out. Octavia left the Colosseum, averting her eyes from the center of the arena. She couldn’t bear to look. As white as a sheet, and her heart in her throat, she wanted nothing more than to return to her room in the vestals’ house just a few yards from the big arena. This was the first time she had witnessed this kind of spectacle. And she promised herself it would be the last. 2. Guards who escorted the vestal virgins and high imperial dignitaries in ancient Rome.

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