CHAPTER TENIt was just past midnight and Ariana was being led as promised to visit Lorenc in his cell.
She stumbled along the cold passage in the Prince’s wake. The flaming candelabrum Stefan carried threw eerie shadows on the walls.
He stopped outside one of the heavy doors lining the passage and slid back its bolt, ushering Ariana in.
Such a dank air met her that she reeled. A gloomy corridor stretched ahead. From its vaulted ceiling clammy cobwebs swung.
At last the Prince commanded her to stop. In the candles’ flickering light she saw that the passage ended in an alcove sealed off with iron bars.
“There’s his cell,” said the Prince in a low voice. “Go to him. But remember, I am listening close by.”
She felt her way forward to the cell and there she sank to the ground, pressing he
