Attila’s suggestion that the nobles who were tried and convicted be forced to fight in the arena against the gladiators would only fuel more violence. He was learning that was one thing Rome loved. “While it’s a good plan,” he said in his smooth, authoritative voice, “some of the nobility served in the legions, and others could afford private training. What if by chance they were to best one of you?” “We let them live,” Atilla replied. “Just as we were allowed to live. They have a chance to earn their lives.” The other men in the room nodded and voiced their agreement. Senator Nero looked to Tristan with uncertainty. “What do you think?” Knowing he’d been a general, in command of three northern armies, the senator placed more value on his opinions. Tristan honestly didn’t care what the city of Rome did with their noble class. He had the only one who mattered to him secured in her room upstairs with a guard at the door. “I have no desire to be involved in what goes on in the arena,”
