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CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

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SilverFox and the girl were put into a small dank stone room together. The room was cut from solid stone that was of one piece except for its cast iron door that fit in place so tight that the room could most likely be filled with water and not lose a drop. There was no furniture in the room save for a large stone bed that was just a large block of rock that seemed to be part of the wall and floor.

The girl was unconscious for more than six of the eight months of their stay in the room. It was then that she gave him her name. Her name was Alexandra. She was starting to get colour back in her cheeks and her health looked to be coming back.

Although she was bashful at first, they eventually got along well. The two of them were not allowed clothing or anything else, but each of them was given a thread bare piece of cloth that looked like a piece of burlap and smelled of week old potatoes. This cloth only sufficed to cover SilverFox’s private parts and barely covered Alexandra at all. Their room was void of anything, but the bed.

It was always dark, musty and cold in the room. Cuddling up to each other was what they had to do to keep warm. Once every hour they would be awakened and questioned for half an hour. They never got much more than a half hour sleep at a time. Kept groggy and starving was how their captors robbed them of any dignity of a lie.

Telling them everything excluding what could give them an advantage in the war, was extremely difficult at the best of times. SilverFox was sure that he let some things slip through the cracks of his consciousness, but he had no clue to their importance or what he had let slip. He could not take much more of this.

At least Alexandra was holding up to their questions, as he perceived it. Well, it did seem that she was clueless to the goings on of everything that was close enough to give any kind of interest for the emperor’s questioners. It was certain though that his mental awareness was breaking down. He wondered if any of his men, or his father, sent anyone to get him.