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Lots.
“Cease your foolishness, my lord,” Collins said. “We are doingGod’s work. Your threats willhave no effect onus.”
I sighed. “Well, Mister Collins, it is not for me to judge , or you , but God .”
“I have no fear of His judging me harshly for this,” Collins said.
“And I have no fear of His judging me harshly for the things youjudge me for.”
“Mylord… that is…”
I smirked. “Heresy? Or Blasphemy? Make up your mind quickly, Collins. Youdance withthe Devil, remember?”
“Aye, aye, I do,” he said with conviction. “And you shall no longer callthe tune. We willcommence withyour instruction.” He frowned at me anew. “But first, you will don a proper shirt and we willremove those heathenhoops fromyour ears.”
“Nay,” I said. The shirt I was willing to bend on, the earrings, no:Gastonhad placed themthere. “Fuck off.”
Apparently they had discussed such an eventuality
Apparently they had discussed such an eventuality beforehand. Collins stepped back, and Watkins and Lots hauled me to myfeet, looped mymanacle chainover a hook ona beam, and gave me five sharp blows witha cane across myshoulders.
The suddenness of it drove the breath from my lungs: I inhaled fire. At another time in my life I would have feared the helplessness and beenstunned bythe treatment suchthat I would have sought to appease my captors and said some droll thing in capitulation before withdrawing to lick my wounds until I could determine what course of action to pursue to foil them. Not this time. My Horse would have none of it. He raged, rearing and nearly unseating me such that I knew I best appease Himor lose myselfto madness. So I let Himhave His head.
“Now my lord,” Collins was saying, “we do not wish to…”
I twisted inmychainand spat onhim. “Fuck you!”
I soon found myself wearing the shirt, gagged, my earrings removed, and my limbs fixed in a pair of iron stocks such that I was nearly bent in two with my wrists between my ankles. To my credit, they had to call two additional men in to accomplish this. I was bruised and battered, and still angry beyond reason. Thorp had laughed through the whole of it. Collins had withdrawn.
All I could do was fervently thank the Gods yet again that Gastonwas spared this.
At last Thorp withdrew, and my gaolers retreated to the far side ofthe roomto sit at the table and playcards. I tested my bonds and found they were designed quite cruelly: the loops of metal holding my ankles and wrists were aligned along one flat metal holding my ankles and wrists were aligned along one flat surface and did not move such that I could draw my legs up a little and find some comfort. I would shortly be miserable as my muscles cramped at such an awkward position, and ifI struggled I would quicklybloodymyselfonthe roughmetal.
I held still and tried to think. I knew a sane man, a man who believed there was order to the world based upon lies, would have vowed to alleviate his suffering at their hands by whatever means he could concoct, untilsuch time as he could be rescued from them. I could come to lie convincingly enough for Collins’ feeble brain: never giving himall he wanted, but allowing himto feelthere was no need to resort to torture: and thus spare myself a great deal of trouble. But I was no longer such a sane man. I was committed to truth. It was all I had. That and faith: faith in my love for Gaston and his for me, and faith that the Gods would not be so cruel or misguided as to let men such as this or myfather triumph.
I vowed I would accept the pain. I would fight them, and every ache served to reinforce my anger and indignation such that when Collins returned and ordered my release I had a great army of resolve at my disposal. I fought. My gaolers were fast, but Lots would have lost an eye ifmy back had not been so stiff. I ended up tied down over a barrel, the silly shirt torn from me, and my back striped by the cane until I bled. I wanted more. This was akin to my Horse
“Cease your foolishness, my lord,” Collins said. “We are doingGod’s work. Your threats willhave no effect onus.”
I sighed. “Well, Mister Collins, it is not for me to judge , or you , but God .”
“I have no fear of His judging me harshly for this,” Collins said.
“And I have no fear of His judging me harshly for the things youjudge me for.”
“Mylord… that is…”
I smirked. “Heresy? Or Blasphemy? Make up your mind quickly, Collins. Youdance withthe Devil, remember?”
“Aye, aye, I do,” he said with conviction. “And you shall no longer callthe tune. We willcommence withyour instruction.” He frowned at me anew. “But first, you will don a proper shirt and we willremove those heathenhoops fromyour ears.”
“Nay,” I said. The shirt I was willing to bend on, the earrings, no:Gastonhad placed themthere. “Fuck off.”
Apparently they had discussed such an eventuality
Apparently they had discussed such an eventuality beforehand. Collins stepped back, and Watkins and Lots hauled me to myfeet, looped mymanacle chainover a hook ona beam, and gave me five sharp blows witha cane across myshoulders.
The suddenness of it drove the breath from my lungs: I inhaled fire. At another time in my life I would have feared the helplessness and beenstunned bythe treatment suchthat I would have sought to appease my captors and said some droll thing in capitulation before withdrawing to lick my wounds until I could determine what course of action to pursue to foil them. Not this time. My Horse would have none of it. He raged, rearing and nearly unseating me such that I knew I best appease Himor lose myselfto madness. So I let Himhave His head.
“Now my lord,” Collins was saying, “we do not wish to…”
I twisted inmychainand spat onhim. “Fuck you!”
I soon found myself wearing the shirt, gagged, my earrings removed, and my limbs fixed in a pair of iron stocks such that I was nearly bent in two with my wrists between my ankles. To my credit, they had to call two additional men in to accomplish this. I was bruised and battered, and still angry beyond reason. Thorp had laughed through the whole of it. Collins had withdrawn.
All I could do was fervently thank the Gods yet again that Gastonwas spared this.
At last Thorp withdrew, and my gaolers retreated to the far side ofthe roomto sit at the table and playcards. I tested my bonds and found they were designed quite cruelly: the loops of metal holding my ankles and wrists were aligned along one flat metal holding my ankles and wrists were aligned along one flat surface and did not move such that I could draw my legs up a little and find some comfort. I would shortly be miserable as my muscles cramped at such an awkward position, and ifI struggled I would quicklybloodymyselfonthe roughmetal.
I held still and tried to think. I knew a sane man, a man who believed there was order to the world based upon lies, would have vowed to alleviate his suffering at their hands by whatever means he could concoct, untilsuch time as he could be rescued from them. I could come to lie convincingly enough for Collins’ feeble brain: never giving himall he wanted, but allowing himto feelthere was no need to resort to torture: and thus spare myself a great deal of trouble. But I was no longer such a sane man. I was committed to truth. It was all I had. That and faith: faith in my love for Gaston and his for me, and faith that the Gods would not be so cruel or misguided as to let men such as this or myfather triumph.
I vowed I would accept the pain. I would fight them, and every ache served to reinforce my anger and indignation such that when Collins returned and ordered my release I had a great army of resolve at my disposal. I fought. My gaolers were fast, but Lots would have lost an eye ifmy back had not been so stiff. I ended up tied down over a barrel, the silly shirt torn from me, and my back striped by the cane until I bled. I wanted more. This was akin to my Horse
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