They called her Zadieyek of Gyre, which meant "dreaded woman." She was a fighter, dangerous to confront. Dreaded. The distant city of Gyre trained such women, so they thought she came from there and called her Zadieyek of Gyre.
If she had a real name and a true birthplace, she could not remember them. Her life had apparently begun with her sale to the Arena for a short brief stardom fighting vicious men and savage beasts.
Because she was truly a skilled gladiator, she became an object of value. Bids were made for her body, by those who wanted a winner -- or a valued slave.
For herself, she was determined to get to Gyre, to find her freedom and her heritage. This is her story -- a mystery of fiery passions, of fierce conflict and forbidden ambitions -- and the flickering memory of alien wonders and unearthly things.
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"I will have a band of the most beautiful fighters ever seen in the area," said Ifania. "If Gyre produced Zadieyek, I have no doubt there are other fighting women who could be induced to come and exhibit their skills!
I stared at Ifania in astonishment and dismay. I wished to be free of the arena, not to seduce others into it. But Ifania's friends all joined in with excitement at the thought that women fighters might come to dominate the arena.
I do not know why the thought pleases them so much. What, I wonder, in the name of any or all of the Gods, excites them in the idea of women fighting in the gladiatorial spectacle?
Do they not know that I would change my life with any of them? Do they think I chose this life because I liked it?