21 Jamie
There are seven blocks one way across the ceiling, and eight the other. The fourth row has the most blocks, the seventh and the third have the same amount.
Jamie has counted these stones for hours. The latrine in the corner reeks, and the hay has stabbed him more times than it is worth counting.
Moraine shifts in her sleep and lets out a small groan.
Jamie should sleep too. He wants to sleep, but whenever he tries to lie down, the voices come back to him. The voice of Nurzan ordering Ward to beat Taytra, the scream of the late mayor’s wife when she learned of her husband’s death, Shauna earlier standing up to the crowd and telling them that she was the Fritual.
“Anything new happening?” Moraine sits up and rubs a hand across her face.
“No, changing of the guard should be s
