Chapter twenty
The Ice Demon’s RoofHieronymus blinks at her. You are right, my friend. We must do something for young Dai. Perhaps our brother can help us, eh?
She begins to whistle a haunting tune.
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Katkin marked the endless days of her captivity by scratching marks on the mildewed wall of her dank cell, deep within the bowels of the Citadel, although it was not always easy to tell when one day ended and the next began. She had no window to watch the movement of the sun, only a shaft of light filtering in from a crack in the ceiling, high above her head. Once a day, perhaps in the morning, a hatch opened in the bottom of her door, just large enough for her gaoler to shove a tray through. The tray held a plate of food, a stoppered bottle of water and an empty chamber pot, nothin
