Chapter 10: Survival Plans (3)
The prison was bleak.
It was built underground and barely lit by candlelight.
It was the kind of place where if you were locked up for too long, you might really suffer from psychosis.
"Hey, let go of me! Sir! Oh, my lord! How could you do this to me! My lord!"
I ignored Burke, who was fussing over being thrown in jail, and headed for my former commander.
The prison warden, perhaps nervous at the prospect of a military commander being locked up, led me in with robotic movements.
"Here, this is where Baron...Haddin is being held!"
The warden straightens his back and raises his voice.
"All right, now shut up and open the prison door."
At my words, the warden hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands.
He opened the prison door and stepped back.