Chapter Twenty-Two: The Feast
They entered a grand dining room, where rows and rows of
banquet tables draped in purple silk filled the length of the room.
“Unbelievable!” Eoghan exclaimed.
“I bet the forks and
knives are solid gold,” Reilly said. “And the plates are probably sterling
silver.” He shuddered as he noted the multi-jeweled chandeliers that dotted the
ceiling, like mesmerizing gems across a black sky.
When all the prisoners settled into seats at the decorated
tables, the same woman’s taunting voice made an announcement.
Refreshments will
please throughout night,
No treats will be
withheld,
For stories are more
truly writ
When hunger and thirst
are quelled.
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