The dungeons of Bodden Keep saw little use these days, and as Lord Richard made his way down into them, he held the lantern high, for in these depths there was no light filtering in from above. It was strange to be here, he thought, having played down here as a youngster, typically hiding from his older brother. The dark hallways and small chambers had provided excellent hiding places.
The light from his lantern danced across the walls as he made his way to the cells. When the Keep had been constructed, his ancestor had created a round chamber, some twenty feet across. Branching off from this was eight doorways, one of which was connected to the hallway he now traversed. The others opened into small rooms to hold prisoners, each no more than two paces wide and just deep enough that a grow
