“But what?” asked Biggo. “What was all this vicious mummery?”
The Keshian sat down, crossing his legs before him. “It was what is called an object lesson. This man de Loungville, who works, I imagine, for the Prince, he wishes you to know something without any doubt whatsoever.”
“Know what?” asked Billy Goodwin, a slender fellow with curly brown hair.
“He wants you to know that he will kill you without hesitation if you do not do what he wants.”
“But what does he want?” asked the man whose name Erik didn’t know, a thin man with a grey beard and red hair.
Closing his eyes as if he were about to take a rest, Sho Pi said, “I do not know, but I think it will be interesting.”
Erik sat back and suddenly giggled.
Biggo said, “What is it?”
Finding himself embarrassed before these men, he said, “I loaded my pants.” Then he started to laugh, and the laughter had a hysterical edge to it.
Billy Goodwin said, “I dirtied myself, too.”
Erik nodded, and suddenly the laughter was gone and he found to his amazement he was crying. His mother would be so angry with him if she found out.
*
Roo roused when food appeared, and to their astonishment it was not only abundant but good. Before, they had gotten a vegetable stew in a heavy beef stock, but now they were served steaming vegetables and slabs of bread, heavy with butter, and cheese and meat. Rather than the usual bucket of water, there were cold pewter mugs, and a large pitcher of chilled white, wine—enough to slake thirst and ease the tension, but not enough to get anyone drunk.
They ate and considered their fortune.
“Do you think this is some cruel thing the Prince is doing to us?” asked the grey-bearded man, a Rodezian named Luis de Savona.
Biggo shook his head. “I’m a fair judge of men. That Robert de Loungville could be cruel like this if it suited his needs, but the Prince isn’t that sort of man, I’m thinking. No, like our Keshian friend here says—”
“Isalani,” corrected Sho Pi. “We live in the Empire, but we are not Keshian.”
“Whatever,” said Biggo. “What he said about this being a lesson is right. That’s why we still have these on.” He flipped the length of rope that still hung from around his neck. “To remind us we’re officially dead. So that whatever happens next, we know that we’re living on sufferance.”
Billy Goodwin said, “I don’t think they’ll have to remind me anytime soon.” He shook his head. “Gods, I can’t remember what I was thinking when they kicked the box from under me. I was a baby again and waiting for my mum to come fetch me from some difficulty. I don’t think I can tell what I felt like.”
The others nodded. Erik felt tears start to gather as he remembered his own feelings as he fell. Pushing that aside, he turned to Roo. “How are you doing?”
Roo said nothing, only nodded as he ate.
Erik knew he was looking at something powerful changing in his friend, something was marking him and making him different from what he had known all his life in Ravensburg. He wondered if he was changing as much as his friend.
Guards arrived later to remove the trays and pitchers, and no one spoke. Soon the cells fell into darkness, and the single torch that illuminated the hall outside remained unlit.
“I think it’s de Loungville’s way of telling us to sleep as soon as we can,” said Biggo.
Sho Pi nodded. “We will get an early start on whatever it is we do tomorrow, then.” He curled up on the stone shelf and closed his eyes.
Erik said, “I’m not sleeping in my own filth.” He removed his boots and trousers, then took them to the slops bucket and did his best to shake loose the dirt there, using a bit of the drinking water to clean them as best he could. It was a gesture, nothing more, and the pants were still dirty and again wet when he put them back on, but he felt better for trying.
Some others followed his example, as Erik nodded at Roo, who sank back into a corner with his arms wrapped around him, despite the fact it wasn’t at all cold that night. But Erik knew his friend felt a chill inside that no fire would ever drive out.
Erik lay back, and to his astonishment felt a warm fatigue sink into his bones, and before he could ponder the amazing events of the day he was asleep.
“Get up, you scum!” shouted de Loungville, and the prisoners stirred. Suddenly the cell erupted in a cacophony of sound as guards slammed shields against the iron bars and began to shout.
“Get up!”
“On your feet!”
Erik was standing before he was fully awake. He looked at Roo, who blinked like an owl caught in a lantern’s light.
The door to the cell was opened and the men ordered out. They came to stand in the same order they had marched to the gibbet in, and waited without comment.
“When I give you the command to right turn, you will all turn as one and face that door. Understand?” The last word wasn’t a question but a harsh command.