the smuggler’s bible

Chapter Six: The Pip King’s Dungeon

The Pip King’s dungeon was cold, but the floor was dry and the straw fresh. Outside the high window, snow fell quietly on the mountain.

“I told you he was mad,” Hognut said.

“I know what you told me.”

“’A noble king,’ you said. ‘He’ll hear me out.’”

Tattersail shrugged, rattling his fetters. “I knew him in my youth. Montecarda was not always such a place.”

“And you weren’t always so sentimental,” Hognut said, standing up and crossing the cell.

“But how did—”

“What kind of wizard would I be if you could simply chain me to the wall?”