Ju looked over at the wall. There was a door there, but there had been no sign of a door on the other side.
“How did I get here? Well I shall tell you that in a while, lad.” Foster reached down to pull at something and chew on it. “Rat,” he said around a mouthful, “not nice, but I've eaten far worse in my time, boy.”
“That's disgusting,” answered Ju, and he rummaged around in a pocket, bringing out a small flask he kept and a dried cake wrapped in paper. “Take these, Foster. I think you need them more than I.”
The big guard looked down at the morsels in Ju's hands, and took them carefully. Then he wept. “You don't know what this means, boy. I'm gratefuller than I have ever been for anything.”
Ju sat and watched while Foster carefully devoured the cake, swallowing every last crumb. Then
