The next day, or so Robert presumed, the two opposing forces of light and dark blending into a seamless twilight, he awoke to the sound of cold steel being unbolted. His cell door opened inwards to a creaking protest and the voice of another tormentor entered to replace the last.
“Ah, Master Swift, I see you have been a rather bad boy.”
“What gave me away, Somerset?” Robert wheezed.
“Oh, nothing much. If I had to put my finger on it, I should say your stench.”
“What’s the matter, old friend, still bitter it was I chosen to rebuild Her Majesty and not you?”
The kick to his face from a booted foot was sudden and jarring, but Robert refused to succumb before the worst of Britannia’s citizens.
“You think yourself superior even now. How ridiculous you sound. You are a worm to be crushed b
