You’ll be the same.’ĭruss focused on the light, watching the shadows on the dark wall. He was blind, and bent like a crippled old man. When we dragged him out his hair was white and all his teeth were rotten. By the gods, that makes you a lucky man – you’ll be able to live down here with the rats for the rest of your life.’ Druss said nothing and the voice went on, ‘The last man who lived in that cell was there for five years. ‘I think the Lord Cajivak has forgotten about you. ‘Still alive, I see,’ said the jailer, his voice deep and cold. Druss lifted the cup and drained the water. The jailer, whose face Druss could not see, bent and thrust a clay cup into the door-stone cavity. Druss scrambled to the grille, the light burning his eyes. Torchlight flickered as the guard moved down the corridor. Struggling to his knees, he felt his head touch the cold stone of the ceiling. A rat ran across his leg and Druss lunged for it, but missed. His face itched and he scratched at the skin of his cheek, his grimy finger breaking a scab upon his cheek. Find Cajivak, recover the axe, then find Rowena. ‘You find the axe – and I’ll find you,’ the priest told him.Īlone in the dark, Druss remembered with bitterness the confidence he had felt. Encyclopedia of World Writers, Beginnings To 20th Century.Encyclopedia of American Literature of the Sea and Great Lakes.
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