Zuglar couldn't complain. Even though every move he made was watched over and reported to Aqizzar by those two foul children of Spazz.
He lived. And that was more than he could say of most of the prisoners he had arrived with.
He had buried them himself. What was left of them. Below the Square of Welcoming, a large cellar had been dug out, and Aqizzar had ordered it to be filled with coffins.
Since last month, Spazz's eldest son had turned of age, and had been tasked with woodcutting, so Afer would have more time to watch over the prisoners.
This meant for Zuglar, that he wasn't pestered that much anymore. Those two kids together had been
mean.
With his elder brother, Bomrek, absent now, most of the time, Amost wasn't too bad. At least he didn't try to intimidate him all the time.
He had even made a friend. At morning, he had started to teach Zan, Minkot's youngest son, to read and write. Nobody seemed to mind that. In exchange, the child would smuggle him a small flacon of high spirits, a brew distilled from hemp.
The Judge had ordained that all children should recieve a daily dose, to help them 'become real dwarves'.
In fact, Aqizzar had told Orblock of the brew's suggestive properties, and had been slowly brainwashing them, making them believe their parents were criminals, and they had been rescued by the prison guards. Zuglar didn't know this though, and had gotten quite a liking to the drink.
Zuglar sighed.. There was nothing he could do but obey Aqizzar. He would surely die if he didn't.
WHoa. 200th post already