Chapter152:

Kit didn’t want anyone to be killed if it could be avoided. As much as these bastards deserved to be punished for their treatment of the prisoners, they were following orders. Most of them looked as if they hadn’t enough sense to realize what they were doing was wrong, not that the circumstances made the treatment acceptable. “Have we any more rope?” “Not enough to bind all of them,” Landon answered, checking how much was left from the length he had stored in his cloak. Looking around, Kit saw no other cells or closets to place them in. “Well, I suppose we could bring them into the cell with us.” “In there?” The guard who spoke, the one bleeding from the arm, was trembling, his eyes as large as platters. “Please, Princess, anywhere else. They’ll rip us limb from limb.” “If you plan to go in there,” the first guard, the one who’d begun the charge said, “they’ll tear you limb from limb as well.” Rather than showing fear, his eyes revealed nothing but glee at the idea of the princess and