Chapter Five
Men of Worth
Mrs. Smith
Serafina bent forward and trudged in a circle. Naked and in a leather body harness, a stout chain ran from between leather cuffed, crossed wrists in back to up between the shoulder blades, terminating well above her to a pegged wooden wheel, which turned another wheel above that, and then another. The wood creaked stubbornly as Serafina placed one foot before the other in dogged determination.
“So it’s a Wheel of Woe,” I said. “Nothing unusual about that.”
“Just wait,” Lawrence said. He attempted to hide a smile but failed. I knew what that meant.
Serafina completed a circuit and below the dark, tight cloth blindfold, her mouth grimaced. She picked up the pace, but then she cried out, just a little. A faster circuit brought a different result, a s
