CHAPTER FOUR
‘Soon’ turned out to be a wait of about an hour, though it might have just felt that long in that dreary place with nothing to do except stare at the chiseled walls. The sound of footsteps riled me from a semi-slumber and I heard Ben leap to his feet. Our escort from before appeared, and the lead soldier didn’t look pleased.
“Out,” was all he ordered as the jailer opened the doors.
Ben and I, eager to get the hell out of Dodge, obeyed and soon we found ourselves back in the opulent throne room. A stranger stood several feet in front of the low platform near the elegant seat. The man turned at our coming and offered an honest but weary smile to Ben. The stranger was about Ben’s age and wore layers of elegant white cloth. He was less tanned than the soldiers who flanked
