Chapter Six
Sigrid shifted her position minutely. Minutely was all that she could do. She was on her hands and knees in a narrow wooden box that gave her so little room that she was starting to feel desperately claustrophobic. It would have been worse if it weren’t for the little square opening cut into the end of the box near her head. It was her only source of light, air and sound. She couldn’t see much out of it, though, because a metal vent cover exactly like one used for a clothes dryer was in the way. If she craned her neck just right, she could see a bit of the paved stone floor, but the view wasn’t worth the effort.
She did wish that she could shut out the sounds. She had no idea where she was, because her captors had wheeled the box here after they had shut her up in it. But all
