Chapter Six
Kiri said she needed a day to put her plan in place, which left Lorn nothing to do but stew in his cell. He fully expected a second interrogation, but whether due to Kiri’s intervention or for some other reason, the day dragged past with no interruption—or interest—beyond the delivery of two small meals, slid through a small opening at the bottom of the door. Neither was immediately identifiable. The mid-morning meal had a kind of dark brown bread or cake with a nutty flavor, smeared with something that might have been butter but wasn’t, and a bowl of what he guessed was a kind of porridge, although he found the pale purple color off-putting. Later in the afternoon, a second tray arrived, this one bearing a perfectly square slab of protein, though whether fish, fowl, pork or b
