CHAPTER 21
George woke with a cry, the soles of his feet still stinging from the rods which had just pounded them. He was disoriented, his head throbbing and his vision blurred. He was stripped to the waist and barefoot, but for some reason his hands were free. His ribs were sore, and he thought some might be cracked.
He tried to stand up and discovered he was chained around the neck. It took him a moment to realize he had to move closer to the wall to create enough slack to make it possible to rise.
His skin felt dirty, slimy, from the floor. He blinked in the light of the torches along the wall. This wasn’t a cell, it was too large. More like a workroom.
As his vision cleared a bit, he saw Madog seated comfortably, poking idly through his possessions lying in a heap on the table next
