Damon was slowly aware of the pain in his head.
Although he blinked his eyes, he could see nothing but his heart pounded as the morning’s events came back to his mind.
The searats falling to the ground.
The spear flying towards him.
The cry of the dying rat.
Kelley’s scream, “Watch out!”
As he tried to rise, a sharp pain shot threw his arm.
Reluctantly, he laid down until his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
After a while he was able to see what a predicament he was in.
On both of his wrist were manacles, with sharp spikes on the inside; there was no way he could slip them off.
They were fastened with heavy chains to the stone walls.
Between him and the wooden door were thick iron bars.
He was wearing nothing but his vest and his weapons were gone.
He sighed as he realized he was well and truly captured.
Soon sunlight shone threw cracks in the walls, bighting up the prison a little. Anger filled him as he pushed himself to his feet, leaning agents the stone wall for support.
Thinking of only one thing to do, he screamed as loud as he could, his voice echoing in the darkness.
A moment later the door burst open, flooding the room with light.
The rat, Aviso, stormed in. “Quiet! Nah another sound, ye hear? 'n ye ain't gettin' out!” He snarled.
Damon starred at him. “I demand trial by single combat.” He said.
“Thar be no trial on this island.” Aviso sniggered.
“Then I challenge Ragen to a duel to the death.” The otter said, raising his voice. “Only a coward would refuse.”
Aviso seemed to consider that for a moment, and then he turned, closing the door behind him.
Damon sat on the ground and tried to slip the manacles of his hands.
He winced as the spikes dug into his wrist. It was no use.
Sighing, he watched the door and waited.
“Get up. Time fer ye t' find out wha' happens t' slave thieves.” Aviso stood in the doorway while four rats unfastened the otter’s chains from the wall. “So,’’ said Damon, rising to his feet. “Does your captain accept my challenge or not?”
Aviso’s cold smile sent a chill down his back.
“O' course. Seven days from now ye will met 'im one on one. 'til then, ye be me prisoner 'n will be treated as one. Come.”
The rats led Damon out of the dungeon.
He walked steadily between them, watching for a chance to escape.
They halted before two wooden poles which were connected at the top by an iron bar.
Aviso turned to the rats. “Tie 'im up.” He ordered.
Damon struggled as his hands were chained to the bar.
A weasel handed Aviso a long whip then disappeared among the gathering vermin.
“I will kill you for this!” Damon hissed.
Aviso raised the whip. “No ye won’t.” He growled.
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