Curses Part II
(To read Part I, go here.)
My cell mates immediately fall silent. There is one set of boot steps, the jangle of chain. They’re here to move somebody.
The ward keeps humming. I don’t know what to do. As the steps near, I settle for sitting at the back of my cell, against the wall. Keys turn in the door. It opens.
Ears stands there, legs splayed awkwardly, squinting for me in the dim. His shoulders are hunched, gangly arms hanging, trailing a length of metal links. In his right hand he grasps a wooden pole which they use to keep me at arm’s length.
I shift so he can find me in the gloom. His adam’s apple bobs.
“Are you making magic back there?” he whispers, eyeing the ward.