The cell door creaked opened. In the room full of dark, amber spread a puddle on the pavement. A servant in livery gray and green stood on the doorstep, a torch in hand. His eyes were dull. Gray too. A bluish gray. Almost slate. Yet the servant was not thirty years old.
"Councillor wants to see you. Hurry. "
Melvie sat the bench where he was lying. Three days now that the apprentice healer was there no hope of relief. Maybe he would finally know why he was kidnapped.
three days.
Where, after receiving a blow on the head, Melva woke up tied up, a gag over her mouth and blindfolded, covered with coarse cloth to the back of a rickety cart that he had immediately understood that he was not arrested by the royal militia. He would escape the torment of the fire that had inflicted the healers surprised at Népolard.
But who? And why?
The wagon trip lasted all day, ending a day during which Melvie had allowed only a little water and, when he tried to interview her mysterious kidnapper, a thump so powerful that he fell backwards. His scalp bled a little, but it was nothing serious. He asked no further questions.
As the air grew cooler and the birds began to sing in the evening, the cart stopped. Melvie thought to a halt for the night. Once the young healer was standing, her captor pushed him to get it going. Stony ground crunched under the feet followed an uneven pavement. Two shots rang cons of dry wood. A door groaned.
"Come, invited a first vote, that Melvie now recognized as one of the servant.
"Ah! So it was you who found first! cried another voice, quavering tenuous. Very good. My servant will show you where to take him. "The young healer
was driving a little further. It cut its ties with a jerk and he was left there. He removed her gag himself when he heard a barred door. Then he took off the bandage that made him blind. Stone walls whitewashed presented themselves to his gaze, among whom were a mattress, a basin of water, a bucket for convenience. The moonlight filtered through a slit as wide as two fingers but located too high to be reached. Outside, no sound evoked the presence of human beings who Melvie could signal its presence.
stone walls and the presence of a servant stated that her abductor was not a villain who wanted to engage the young healer authorities against money.
But who had been kidnapped? And why?
las a sign of the servant who had come for him, Melva slipped ahead of him to precede him. The torch splashed in warm light the wide corridor that both men borrowed.
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