Clara
I soon realized that the guards were not there to protect the healers. They were there to take me into custody.
I soon found myself back in the dungeons. Once again I was left without so much as a thin blanket to rest on. At least Nora’s lounge dress was warm. I tucked the skirt tightly around my legs and huddled against the wall.
They let me keep the slate and chalk, which would be a greater kindness if there was anyone to “talk” to. I could hear guards moving around, but none of them approached my cell. I had seen other prisoners as I was brought in, but I could not see any of them from the angle of my cell, and so they wouldn’t be able to read my slate.
I wondered what the other prisoners were accused of. I had not been taken so deep into the dungeons the last two times I wa
