Chapter twoFor the period of a few grains of sand dropping down either side of the hour of mid a faint wash of red and green light drifted across the topmost iron bar. For the rest of the time the barred window remained shrouded in shadow. They allowed him a lamp in the cell and had even enquired if he was one of those folk who could not bear to live under a single light but must have two sources of illumination mimicking Zim and Genodras.
The bed was hard, the floor carpetless and the ablutions primitive. Stone walls and iron bars were no novelty to Tralgan. This cell was by many moons vastly superior to the disgusting pit those Opaz-forsaken drikingers had stuffed him in when he was employed as a paktun by Kov Panral over there in Pandahem.
After the first few days the smell ceased to
