For the worst criminals the tower was an abominably dreary place crawling with bugs and rats and filled with the constant nerve-grating moans of those who’d been condemned to wait there until trial or death, whichever fate or the king served them. Grey had walked through the noisy halls three days prior, his body recoiling at the sights and sounds within the dingy walls. Yet he managed to do his duty and force one foot after the other to take Stratmore to the dungeon where he was to be kept in secret, while he and Gravenhurst tried to get him to confess his guilt and await Edward’s arrival. In order to lessen the chance of the guards or anyone who might see Gravenhurst or Grey coming or going from the dungeon, they both agreed to stay there until Edward arrived and Stratmore’s fate was decided. After one night in the shadowy darkness of the dungeon, Grey understood why the tower dungeon was referred to as the pit of Hell. Dampness permeated the walls, the floors, the air, and worst of all, the bug-infested cot Grey had to sleep on.
