"Where are you, my Little Punkin?" the King seemed close to tears."Little Punkin?" Blaster whispered to me. I hushed him, too"I'm sorry," the King ann...unced. "She does not know her location. She says it is dark and smells like death."Is she in a pit or a cell? Is she chained?" Blaster wanted to know, and the King tried to ask questions that would elicit more information.I stepped aside for a moment and cast my own whisper, "Pteri? Are you busy?" Just finishing a class, Dear," the words appeared. He couldn't do anything about the hunger, but he figured he was in a safe enough place to catch some badly needed sleep. Maybe after an hour or so of slumber he would be able to think clearly, to put his unenviable situation into perspective. He yawned and then leaned back against the support pillar he was sitting next to. He closed his eyes and listened to the ominous roaring of the artillery shells passing over his head and the distant thumping of their explosions south of the river. It was. .? ?Eight hundred seventy-three,sir!? Bill looked evilly at Gerry. ?Did you interrupt me, Gerald? Your Masteris on the phone.? Gerry dropped to his knees on the wood floor and puthis head on the ground. ?I'm soo sorry ..please ?? Bill laughed. ?What? He'sbeen locked out of the bathroom for five hours?since eight a.m ?? Bill nodded. ?Keri says if you can finish up to nine hundred sentences, you can go to thebathroom, Gerald?I would stand while I wrote them?? Gerry put his knees together.. “100 pounds for a hand job”, I retorted in disbelief”.She stood nodding, “A pretty little filly like you, could charge double”, but I laughed it off, then heard my name called by the house chef, “Got to go, need to hurry Lucy”, and at that I went out and retrieved to trolley and pushed it into the elevator and up to the first floor.It was just a two minute ride and a two more minutes to the room with the number 12 in brass numerals, and by the time I was there, I could feel a rise of uneasiness.
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