I have called it underground, as indeed it was on that side, for the palazzo was built upon a steep slope running down from the spur of the hills.
"They chained me by the legs and left me to my own devices.

Once a day they gave me a little goat flesh and a pannikin of water and once a week Kara would come in and outside the radius of my chain he would open a little camp stool and sitting down smoke his cigarette and talk.

My God! the things that man said! The things he described! The horrors he related! And always it was Grace who was the centre of his description.
And he would relate the stories he was telling to her about myself.

I cannot describe them.

They are beyond repetition." John Lexman shuddered and closed his eyes.
"That was his weapon.