Melcorka watched the guard slump to the ground.
'I remember him,' Kosala said, shuddering at a bitter memory. 'He was a brute.'
Fighting her nausea, Melcorka peered into the unlit chamber. The slaves lay side by side, a dark mass of exhausted men and women. 'Is there a torch?'
'No torch. No light,' Kosala said.
'I want to find Bradan,' Melcorka said. 'How can we free them?'
'Simple. The slaves are attached to a mutual chain.' Kosala pointed to a key at the guard's belt. 'That key fits a single lock that releases everybody.'
'Release them,' Melcorka ordered.
'A couple of hundred slaves charging around the place will alert the garrison that we are here,' Kosala warned.
'I can think of no other way of finding Bradan,' Melcorka said. 'Besides, could there be a better diversion to drag
