Chapter 112
“Yes, I knew that.” His eyes widened. “Ye knew that?” “That and a bit more,” I said. “I’ll tell you later. But putting that all aside for the present and returning to the point at issue—what do you do for a living these days?” “I’m a printer,” he said, grinning widely. “And a traitor?” “And a traitor,” he confirmed, nodding. “I’ve been arrested for sedition six times in the last two years, and had my premises seized twice, but the court wasna able to prove anything.” “And what happens to you if they do prove it, one of these times?” “Oh,” he said airily, waving his free hand in the air, “the pillory. Earnailing. Flogging. Imprisonment. Transportation. That sort of thing. Likely not hanging.” “What a relief,” I said dryly. I felt a trifle hollow. I hadn’t even tried to imagine what
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