Most Holy Lord Pluto, King of the Underworld. I invoke you to curse (maledictionem) the success of the charioteer on the far right side, called Scorpus of the Green faction, who is twenty seven years old and has acquired many wins he does not deserve. May you bind his body, his mind, his hands, his eyes, his courage, his nerves, his victory, and his legs, so that he may not be able to properly steer his chariot at the Royal Games tomorrow. May you also bind the body, mind, and legs of his horses, so that they are not able to react in the Hippodrome when they are supposed to overtake any other team. If they must collide, let it be with any team of the Red, White or Green factions, but let it not be with any of the Blue.…