XLIIIA great cry of horror swept across the amphitheatre, followed by a heavy, vibrant shocked silence. Five thousand pairs of eyes turned from the mutilated body of the girl, and fixed themselves in reproach upon Artos, who still sat smiling dully.
Then suddenly Medrawt found himself standing on his stone seat, his eyes up to the sun, screaming.
“Artos is a butcher! We shall all come to this, Cymry, unless we kill this man of blood! I prophesy, friends! Mark my words . . .”
Cei dragged him down, and the two fell, scuffling, among the lower rows. A heavily built man, not a soldier but a camp contractor, took Cei by the scruff of the neck and lifted him up, then punched him with all his might in the mouth. Cei’s head lolled on his shoulders and he fell from the man’s fist. Now on all sid
