"Put them against the wall." The words were immaculate English, but the modulation was foreign, as though the speaker had learned from a non-native speaker.
Watters blinked and held up a hand to shield his eyes from the searing glare. Sickened by the blow to the head, the punch he threw was weak and failed to make contact as two men dragged him across the floorboards and tossed him against the wall. He heard Silver swearing and the solid thump and grunt as somebody either kicked or punched him.
"I"ll not forget you," Silver grunted.
The lights withdrew for a moment then four circles of brightness brought intense pain to his eyes as lanterns shone in his face.
"Open the shutters," that same foreign voice sounded. There was movement and a sudden flood of softer light. Watters blinked and
