Chapter 42: The HearingBreakfast was some kind of cornmeal porridge that needed a good dose of salt. Lorenz decided that was one condiment they didn't waste on people locked away. The place was reeking from the dank quarters and the overflowing thunder mug.
Four men came for them at what Lorenz judged to be about seven or so in the morning. People were watching from doorways and then following them as they walked toward a larger, center log building. This one had window spaces with shutters that could be closed or opened. Wooden steps led up to the door. Lorenz noted the wooden latch. These people were surviving, but comforts must be slim, and none of the people here were heavy muscled like the Thalians of House or their Tris. These people were leaner, tanner, with the long, smooth muscle
