Chapter Eighteen: BeliefRangien refused to let his faith desert him. He had long since stopped believing that She would save him, and his efforts to comfort his fellow captives had fallen on deaf ears. However even as he shivered, n***d in the dank black of the cell, he refused to cease his prayers. Soundlessly he mouthed the words of the Lady Reel over and over, his hand still turning over the ghost of the pewter chalice he no longer possessed. Around him, a melancholic silence filled every inch of the damp, overcrowd gaol. The men were beyond tears and terror now, they had reached a sad plateau of resignation and all that remained was the marking of time in this darkness until the final moment of light and life.
A grubby grey strip indicated that daylight was trying to force its way und
