Chapter Forty-SevenSen lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The only sound in the room was his own nervous breathing, the only illumination what little torchlight from the battlements fifty paces away filtered through the tiny window above him or through the slit under his bedroom door.
Over the past two days, his only visitors had been stewards or servants, come to deliver him a meager helping of food and water or empty his pot. None of them had so much as looked at him as they performed their duties. Apart from that, only the clatter of armored feet and the whispered murmurs of the guards outside his door disturbed the stifling silence of his room. He'd been able to glean little if any information from eavesdropping on their conversations other than the fact that Elzor was dead, w
