Sunday, February 15, 1779
Bellingham rode his horse alongside the wagon that the guard had dumbed me in. I sat next to a cask of flour and a small chest of tea.
He spoke.
My ears were stopped up with snow and anger and blood.
And then we were standing in front of the back door to Moore Hall.
And the horse was gone, the wagon gone.
He reached around me. Opened the door.
And then I was sitting in a chair, before a kitchen hearth. An old cook with twisted fingers set a steaming bowl afore me. I picked up the bowl and sipped. My hands were no longer shackled together, but it felt like they were. My feet were dry, but my bones were ice.
I drank it all, I drank all the broth.
My head laid itself on the table and I was no longer master of my own body, of my head, of my heart, And somewhere Benny was angry. I did not know how to explain, I don't know where he is.
My eyes closed themselves.
I will kill Bellingham.
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