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Show Chapter Twenty Two The guards led Sandy down a narrow, winding staircase and through a dark hall. They opened a barred door, pushed her inside and locked it. The cell was dug out of dirt and limestone, and smelled. Stacked in one corner was a pile of mouldering straw. By the wall stood a small, dirty stool. Sandy sat down on the stool and wept. "Poor Verus," she sobbed. "You would have been better off in my tree." Crying until she could cry no more, the unhappy girl stared hopelessly at the filthy floor. She lifted her head as a guard opened the cell door. "Here," he growled, throwing a piece of old bread on the ground. "Here's your lunch." He noticed her tear-stained face. "Aw, do you miss your shiny little friend?" he grinned. "Well, I'm going to see it now. Being liquified!" He went out the door, laughing. Sandy heard him turn the key and walk down the corridor. Furiously, she jumped up and kicked the bread into the straw. "I '11 get out of here 5" she said between clenched teeth. "Verus said that nothing is impossible! Somehow, I'll get her back!" She thought back on the events that had occurred since her capture. An idea,came to her. "The pies! The pies and the dresses! That's the answer!" Running to the cell door, she shouted for the guard. "Guard! Guard! Gome here!" He turned and came back to her cell. "What is it?" he asked gruffly. "I - I noticed something. Can you come in a minute, please?" |