The boy's first trip to the gladiatorial games was a momentous occasion. He was able to watch two famed gladiators battle to the death of one of them. His nerves got on edge as he saw all the blood and gore spew from this fight.

All around him the crowds were jeering as well as cheering. There were rows of marble benches lined with fine pillows provided for the comfort of the wealthy. Domitian's Father reclined on one of them with his young Son beside him.

"Watch Domitian! See what that Nubian does with that javelin!" His Father told him.

Domitian watched as the Nubian tackled the Gaul. He didn't stand a chance especially later as a curved sword seared his breast. For a few moments, the boy was in awe and fear. It was reverential in a way. Why did the gods allow men to attack each other and tear one another apart? Was this in the divine scheme of life? What was the reason for this sacrifice?

These questions came to his mind. As they waited through an intermission for the next duo of contestants, Domitian asked his Father these very same questions.

His Father told him that these men represented all of the depravity in the world. Through this fight with blood, they were atoning for all of their sins. The gods demanded it. They had no choice.

To Domitian, it made little sense, but as he watched the next pair, he could see how professionally planned these men were. They knew they were to die, yet they did it anyway. The gods demanded it for their redemption. Perhaps if they finished the good fight, their freedom would be granted to them.

Domitian watched the entire fight. Again, a Nubian faced down a Gaul. It made his Father pleased because he placed a heavy bet on this match and came out the victor.

There was a lesson for the young boy to learn ... munera was owed to the gods! The mere thought of it sent a thrill through Domitian's body.