From 75de2efbd582a9d379ccc24c121deb861583182c Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Simon Osborne Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2007 16:48:46 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] Book 5: Sect 69: I'm -> I've (ne) git-svn-id: https://projectaon.org/data/en/xml@296 f6f3e2d7-ff33-0410-aaf5-b4bee2cdac11 --- 05sots.xml | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/05sots.xml b/05sots.xml index 363403e..40efa7e 100755 --- a/05sots.xml +++ b/05sots.xml @@ -1451,7 +1451,7 @@ added a few instances of the tag

You wake up in great discomfort; every muscle of your body feels knotted and bruised. You force open eyelids clogged with dried sweat, and look with dread at your wretched surroundings. You are lying on the hard stone floor of a prison cell. Over by the far wall, beneath a window criss-crossed with iron bars, is a low wooden bunk covered in filthy rags. Cockroaches, some the size of field mice, scuttle along a foul-smelling gutter that disappears into a grating in the floor.

You discover that your hands are free and slowly pull yourself upright into a sitting position, resting your back against the cell door. A faint draught from the corridor outside provides the only relief from the stifling heat and bad air of the cell. In the distance you can hear footsteps approaching. Then there is a jangle of keys and the creak of hinges. A door closes with a dull thud. More footsteps; they are getting louder. They come to halt outside the cell door and a loud voice bellows out: Sleeping on duty, Sefrou? Youll wake up on the other side of this door if the captain catches you!

The chair scrapes along the ground, and a startled voice, full of indignation, replies: Curse you, Hadj! The Zakhan doesnt want the Northlander taken to the Grand Hall until sunset. Youve cheated me of two hours sleep.

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Shut up, Sefrou, snarls the first voice, and listen hard. Im just come from the armoury. Some interesting trinkets were found on the Northlander, worth a great deal of gold Id say. Seems a pity to let them go to waste, eh?

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Shut up, Sefrou, snarls the first voice, and listen hard. Ive just come from the armoury. Some interesting trinkets were found on the Northlander, worth a great deal of gold Id say. Seems a pity to let them go to waste, eh?

The two guards chuckle greedily and discuss at length the good time they will be able to have in the city, once they have sold your equipment.

Ill take a peek at our friend, says one of the guards. I wonder if hes enjoying our hospitality?

A spy-hole slides opened above your head and you hear a gasp of shock. Hes gone! Hes gone! By the Majhan, well lose our heads! You suddenly realize that you cannot be seen so close to the door.

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