no one ever told him the end that had been planned for them , not in so many words , but it had not been hard to puzzle out , down beneath the bricks of daznak 's pit , in the hidden world below the seats , the dark domain of the pit fighters and the serving men who tended to them , quick and dead - the cooks who fed them , the ironmongers who armed them , the barber-surgeons who bled them and shaved them and bound up their wounds , the whores who serviced them before and after fights , the corpse handlers who dragged the losers off the sands with chains and iron hooks .