Chapter 4
Three days and two nights had passed since his capture. He’d grown accustomed to everything but the boredom. Used to performing tasks, such as hunting for food, and even meeting his lover, Brennus felt the hours of nothingness start to sap the life-force from him. He felt himself turning into another of the living corpses that surrounded him in the makeshift prison. Though while he’d given up hope of escaping, he realised that, at some point, they’d take him out of the cage. If he was to be a slave, he’d have to be released, to be transported. Then he could flee. Then he could return to the bosom of his family.
At midday, the prisoners ate their daily porridge, returned their bowls to the serving boys, and made themselves as comfortable as they could. The long afternoon hours d
