The silence on the arena floor did not last long.
Boots ran across the sand and hands grabbed Devvyn by the back of his coat as he was hauled up. His legs would not take his weight, so two men hooked their arms under his shoulders and dragged him across the open yard, his boots leaving lines through the sand.
His head hung down and he could see pieces of shattered wood from the cart, broken stone and the hem of a dark coat streaked with dust.
More guards joined them. One of the men had a thick leather strap wound tight around his own forearm, his hands shaking as he kept a grip on Devvyn’s collar. They took him down the outer stairs, through two heavy doors and into a room that smelled stale. Then they dropped him flat.