donât say no.â I loathed my cowardice in adding that â but even more I hated the idea of three people being put to death on my account. Somehow I just knew this guy wasnât bluffing.
âVery smart,â he said approvingly.
âThe girls â â
âThey said their decision rested on yours.â
âYou mean, I could have said no for all of us â â
âAnd you didnât know it at the time,â he finished. âIsnât that part of leadership, deciding for others?â
âNot blindly,â I managed to say.
âYou werenât. Your first choice was admittedly limited, but if youâd rather be put to death while still ignorant, then we donât have the time to spend on you.â
âOh.â
âYou may have the run of the compound tonight. Feel free to explore. Except do not attempt the walls.â His tone didnât change, and I think it was the total lack of threat in his voice that made my stomach feel like it had dropped out onto the floor.
âI wonât,â I said, and I added, hoping it would keep me from being followed, âand I never deliberately break promises.â
âI know,â he said, showing just the faintest hint of approval â and reminding me that, even though they hadnât managed to nose out my Earth-origins, they had apparently snouted out a wealth of other detail about my short life so far. âYouâre free to go, if you like,â he added.
What I really wanted was home â and something to eat â but getting away from him was a close enough second choice. Peeking out first to see if the featherheaded slugbrain was lurking around, I sidled out, glad to get away, even though the man really had seemed pleased. Somehow the idea of a villain being pleased with me was creepier than having one mad, even if it did seem to lessen the threat.
Or did it?
Thatâs it, I thought as I slipped out into the darkness, looking carefully in all directions. It didnât lessen the threat.
I didnât stop to consider that â not that Iâd have gotten very far, even if Iâd been stuck back in that closet for another brace of hours. Instead, I made straight for the prison.
The warm air smelled dry and dusty. Brilliantly clear starlight mixed its soft silver with the golden glow from the windows behind me as I trod across the street. The dirt beneath my feet was hard packed and still warm from what must have been a hot day.
A few paces from the jail I slowed my steps, half-expecting some kind of nastiness on the part of the guards.
Nothing.
Ohhhh ... kay.
My insides were broiling away as I opened the heavy iron-reinforced door and oozed inside â and I actually paused, half-expecting the lock to engage behind me.
There were no windows anywhere except in the front two cells; the rest of the first floor seemed to be storage of some kind. A middle door led downward, beneath ground level â an honest-to-villainsâ-code dungeon. No glowglobes save one just above the front entrance gave any light. I stared down the steps to the dungeon, feeling the air turn cold and close, smelling of mold, and dust, and fear-sweat.
I eased farther down the steps, then called, âPuddlenose? Christoph?â
âCJ?â Puddlenose called â not sounding glad at all. âThat you ?â He spoke in Mearsiean.
âWhere are you?â I called, pretending I hadnât heard the âoh, noâ in his voice.
Just keep cominâ.â That was Christoph. âWeâll tell you when to stop.â
I was already out of the faint pool of light cast by that glowglobe behind me up the stairs. I inched forward what seemed forever until Christoph said, âStop! This way â feel the door?â
âIron bars?â
âThatâs it. Welcome to our happy home.â
I heard the shift of cloth behind me, and elsewhere the deep, harsh breathing of