Part 3: Spectator Sports
Still, I was paying little attention to those strutting exhibitionists, as my interest was inevitably drawn to the reactions of the women in the audience. My eye was caught by a bevy of delightful Sabine girls near the front row. They were crowded around two nobles seated on a low cushioned bench. I recognized the Sabine chieftain, an officious fussbudget named Tatius. To his left, sat an elegant lady of breathtaking beauty. In the midst of excitement, she maintained her poise, erect and serene, as if a little remote from the press of the rabble all around her. She might be nothing more than the consort of petty chieftain, yet she held herself with the regal bearing of a queen. This could only be Cataluna -- the Queen of the Sabines. A woman whose beauty was legen
