Chapter 769
- mouldyPiers
- Day two? Three? Or Seven? Thought Piers dazedly as the sound of the door opening made him come awake. The semi-darkness and the near airlessness in the tiny cell made him feel disoriented. Why was the Monk keeping him alive? He thought and then looked at the food, which the guard kicked towards him.
- Another couple of mouldy slices of bread and a glass of watery tea.