The day was nearly gone, the light in the yard just shadows of twilight when someone finally came for her. It was Percy himself, pulling her out of her cell into a beautiful evening. How she could see anything of beauty after so many days tormented was unexplainable; but she felt a sudden sweep of joy permeate her being. She was being released. She knew this in her heart, through her fingers, toes, chest and mind. Her soul was speaking and it did not fail her.
Percy took her to his private quarters where she’d never been, a dismal looking room, grey, gloomy and hot with a fragrant aroma coming from a dinner table set for two.
“Sit and eat,” he told her.
She had not lived in a world of such refinement for months and hardly knew how to act. Sitting on the hard bench, she could still fee
