Chapter Four
Outfitter
It seemed like no time at all before yet another stranger was standing at the open door of her cell, bidding Meris to ‘Rise and shine’.
So she rose, reluctant to emerge from the warmth of her sheepskin bed, but the only thing shining was the sun - barely. Bright, if not yet warm rays cut through a gap between the roof and the wall of the walkway.
A young man in jeans and a white Tee-shirt took her arm as she came out of the cell, naked and shivering. A very young man, maybe four years her junior, with a mop of straight yellow hair and a scrubbed country face.
Meris wasn’t the only one shivering. Seven other women abducted from the dance had been roomed overnight in the cells down from hers and were now being roused from their beds by three more men. They were al
