"My name is Lowell Hawthorne."
From behind us a grim voice spoke, "Lowell Hawthorne, we take you prisoner in the name of the City and County of Maroom."
A dozen heavily armed men had approached us quietly while we had talked of love. "What is the charge?"
"Killing a Yax-Tarkas and throwing him in a pit. Come along with us."
To my new found Dina Taurus I whispered, "Just what is a Yax-Tarkas, my love?"
"The talent agent for the Great Games," she gasped as the lawmen carted me away.
That is how I came to be sentenced to fight in the arena of Maroom.
Chapter 5: In The Dungeons
My cellmate in the dark stone room under the arena was a handsome tanned man named Joel Lars. We soon became fast friends, not merely because we were padlocked together but because we shared a great community of interests and also believed in the manly virtues and a planned program of daily exercise.