CHAPTER THREE
Demetrius found himself feeling a little claustrophobic. The chamber he stood in was enormous in terms of open space, but the knowledge that he was deep underground gave him chills. The idea that more dirt and stone than he could imagine was being held up by a few wooden beams was distressing. The air was cool, but he was sweating so profusely his shirt was soaked. It clung to his skin and made him even more uncomfortable. The servant had left him alone in the room, and he was beginning to wonder what was taking so long.
The door swung open and the same general who had met him outside Radda strode in, followed by two guards leading a blindfolded man in flowing grey robes. Demetrius looked questioningly at the general. “This” he waved towards the man, “—is Vallen. He will be
