He waited a long time, long enough for the sun to come all the way over the horizon and begin to turn the cell into an oven. If there was a breeze coming in off the sea it certainly wasn’t reaching Paul. He desperately wished he had asked the guard for a drink before the man disappeared. He lay down on the flagstones and wondered about the pleasures of a real dungeon. He had heard stories of dank, weeping-wet flagstones, and that sounded very pleasant indeed.
The door jangled again, and the guard came stumping back down. This time Paul heard another cadence of footsteps with him. In a moment Mayor Ednis stood outside the bars of the door.
“Back to your post,” Ednis ordered the guard, who stumped away yet again. He skewered Paul with a stare. “What is it, boy, I only have a minute. Keep y
