"No," Ilithyia answered and she schooled her face to a somber expression, knowing it would not do to allow Sansa to see her true feelings of the story she was about to tell. It would be crafted carefully, leaving out her own part in the deaths of all those whose last moments had come in the ludus.

The ludus she'd locked them inside.

"He went to greet afterlife not long after," she said. "And Lucretia lost the child. Their slaves rebelled, killed many. I was lucky to have escaped with my life."