She was in the prison ship. She was down here in the bowels of the vessel with a large number, certainly upward of a thousand, of other arrestees. There wasn’t very much light to offer her any details of who these others might be, but what light there was came from two ineffective lanterns that hung high above the mass of huddled prisoners, and swung violently with the pitching of the ship. They were plunging through some very turbulent waters, which caused the ship to creak and roll, and which was in turn causing no little pain to those suffering around her. She could hear their minds, restless with fear and pain, letting their questions flow unanswered from their bruised heads. Where are they taking me? Was it something I did? Will I get a trial? She wanted to quiet their terrors. “It’ll be all right . . .” she murmured. Who’s there? Who is that? I heard somebody say— “I’m going to put a light on,” she said. What is she talking about? There are no lights. She’s crazy.
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