Chapter 13
He resumed struggling in earnest, bracing his numb shoulder against the edge of the tank and kicking at the lid as hard as he could. He managed to shift it a fraction, so he kept at it, pausing between kicks to gather his strength and make each one count. It didn’t do much good; his position in the tank was too awkward, his lame leg too weak. He coughed and whimpered with frustration.
He was not going to die upside down in a fish-sauce tank. Except it seemed like he probably was.
Then he heard a voice—a voice he would have known anywhere—still distant, but calling his name.
“Here!” he shouted. “In here!” He kicked the stone slab again, trying to make as much noise as possible. He had his boots on, so this worked fairly well.
“Damiskos?” Louder this time.
“In! Here!” He bro
