Aeli frowned. She'd never had someone so blatantly snub her as this man had done. He would pay for his insolence.
"Non cognosco!" She whispered. [i]I do not comprehend it![/i]
"Qui?" One of her friends asked. [i]What?[/i]
"Cur homine ignoret." [i]Why that man might be ignoring me.[/i]
They laughed, and patted her back to reassure her, mumbling about how she was the most beautiful of all of them.
	On the other side of the arena, sitting among some of the common girls, Iulia watched the proceedings. When the man shouted in Celtic, she got the gist of it. [i]May my ancestors... protect me? is that what he said? Seems like it. And it's certainly relevant.[/i]
She was not a fan of the games, for they were too violent for her taste. Despite herself she was eager to see this gladiator's fate.
Under her breath, in stumbling Celtic, she said, "And may the gods guide your sword and give you courage."
"Qui Dices?" one of her friends said. What did you say?
"Nihil dico." I said nothing.
They looked like they wanted to argue, but blessedly fell silent.