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back of my left hand.

I would certainly not drink from such a source, nor eat from such a place.

I pulled a little at the chain, that attached to the collar on my neck.

I could feel the force, small as it was, transmitted through the chain, to the collar, the collar then drawing
against the back of my neck.

Once footsteps passed, in what I supposed must be a corridor outside. I lay there, very quietly, not
daring to move. I saw, for a moment, as the footsteps passed, a crack of light beneath the door. Until
that time I did not know the location of the door. The light was some form of natural light, that of a
candle, a lamp; a lantern, I did not know. As it passed I saw some of the straw on my side of the door.
The door, as one could tell from the light, it revealing the thickness of the beams, was a heavy one. Also,
along its bottom, reinforcing that portion of the door, one could detect a heavy, bolted band. It seemed
likely, too, of course, that the door might be reinforced similarly at other points. These things, the light,
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the nature of the door, seemed to fit in well with the primitive confinements in which I found myself.

I then, trembling, put my head down again.

Perhaps, I thought, I should have called out, as someone, or something, had passed.

Of course, that is what must be done!

But when the steps returned, I was again absolutely quiet, terrified.

As the steps passed, I did not even breathe. I remained absolutely still. I was frightened, even, that the
metal on my body, in which I was so helpless, might make some tiny sound. I did not want, even by so
small a sound, to attract attention to myself. It was not that I doubted that whoever, or whatever, was out
there was well aware of where I was, and how I was. It was merely that I did not want to draw attention
to myself. I would later be taught ways in which it is suitable to draw attention to oneself, and ways in
which it is not suitable to draw attention to oneself. On this occasion I am confident that my instincts were
quite correct. Indeed, they have seldom, if ever, betrayed me.

I gasped with relief, as the steps passed.

To be sure, but a moment later, I again castigated myself, at having neglected this opportunity of inquiry
or protest. Indeed, shortly after the steps had passed, I scrambled to my knees! I must be angry! I must
pound upon the door! I must call out! I must insist upon attention! I must demand to see someone! I must
demand release! I must bluster and threaten!

I must attempt to confuse my jailers, and terrify them into compliance with my will! If necessary, I must
appeal to undoubted legalities!

But I could not pound upon the door, of course. I could not even reach the door. I had not been chained