On the third night at the new place and after numerous beatings, Lyra was beginning to lose her strength. She hadn’t been given any food in that time, and she knew they were only doing it to weaken her further. When the old man appeared again, she was so tired that she couldn’t really think straight.
“I need information.” He smiled while holding her up by her hair.
“You keep saying that, but you don’t tell me what information.” Lyra could taste the blood in the back of her throat, and she was preparing herself for yet another beating, but nothing happened.
“Everything about the security of the kingdom.” The old man smiled and let go of her hair.
“Why would you think I would know any of that?” Lyra glared at him as he moved away from her, and he turned around and leaned against the wall
