Chapter Seven
For some hours, I lay in the dark, inside a cage made of wood and metal. There was hardly room for me to move, and no way I could stand. I have no idea how long I stayed there before I was released for other purposes. I suspected that it was morning when the woman came with a plate of food, but I really couldn’t tell.
I relished every bite of bread and cheese she gave me, and ate the apple, core and all. It hardly filled my stomach, but it was welcome relief from the sour ache I’d felt all night.
“Is Preston Lockhart here, perhaps?” I tentatively asked, just as the woman was about to take my plate away.
“I have no idea,” she answered. Obviously, she didn’t care and I decided that it was unwise to question her further. In her eyes, I was reduced to a status somewhere be
