In the Imperial loge near them Aurelius, now for more than a year a
widower, presided over the games, clad in his gorgeous silk robes and
attended by his fifteen-year-old son Antoninus, afterward known by his
nickname of “Commodus.” The four tiers of the Colosseum were packed
with spectators, pontiffs, senators, nobles, ambassadors magistrates and
other notables in the front seats along the coping of the arena wall,
lesser notables in the first tier, well-to-do persons in the second
tier, traders and manufacturers and such like in the third tier and the
commonalty in the fourth.
Besides the ninety thousand seated spectators* many thousand more stood
in the galleries, in the openings of the stairways, in any place where
a foothold could be found and from which a view could be obtained. The
outlook from the Vestals’ box was across the level sand to the gigantic
curve of seats, all hidden under their occupants, so that the interior
of the Amphitheatre was a vast expanse of flower-crowned heads, eager
faces and waving fans.
*The author forgets himself. Earlier in the book he
describes an audience of 100,000 as Brinnaria tells the
emperor how she felt down on the sand in her shift, with
“two hundred thousand eyes” (implying one hundred thousand
people) staring at her. In fact, the Colosseum could handle
an audience of about 45 to 50 thousand.--GB ed.
During that second day of gladiatorial fighting Manlia had several times
said to Brinnaria:
“Is there anything wrong? Are you ill? You do not seem yourself!” Each
time Brinnaria had positively denied that anything was wrong and had
asserted that she was entirely herself.
About the middle of the afternoon, the arena was filled with pairs of
gladiators, all the couples fighting simultaneously. Each pair had
with it a trainer, called a lanista, who watched, guided or checked the
fighting.
The contending pairs were of a kind much liked by the Romans, because
of the excitement they afforded, each pair consisting of a light-built,
light-armed, nimble expert pitted against a heavily built, heavily
armed ruffian, the two supposed to be equally matched, the strength and
weapons of the one fully balanced by the skill and agility of the other.
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