“Gladiator, step to the back of the cell…..you have a visitor,” the old gravelled voice of the guard echoes along the narrow tunnels dug out from the rock beneath the arena. The clang of metal reverberates off the walls as the lock to the cells heavy iron gate opens with one turn and with a bowed head, the guard gestures for his escort to enter the prison cell. “My lady.”  With elegant poise she nods in appreciation and w...