The Saxon soldiers roughly grabbed Castor but the arm and dragged him to a crumbling stone building along with the other three Pyropolis soldiers. Thankfully they were placed in separate cells however all his possessions, including his knife and all his money was confiscated. The cell his was placed in was a small room with a iron door and a tiny window with iron bars. It was dark, damp and over all very unpleasant. He sat on the lone bench in the room and let himself wallow in self-pity. He ignored the pain of his injuries and let them bleed and wondered if bleeding to death would be simpler. After being left alone for what felt like an hour a Saxon soldier unlocked the heavy door and entered the room followed by a short old man. The old man opened his large bag full all kinds of bandages and bottles.
“Take of you shirt,” instructed the man.
Castor who had this point had pretty much given up on everything slowly took of his shirt unfazed by his bleeding wounds or fractured ribs. He felt numb, everything felt numb. He had lost everything, he felt hopeless. Anneli was gone now, taking the rose with him. His money and knife was taken away and Castor had very little expectation of getting it back. After Castor disrobed the old man cleaned his wounds with water and alcohol and stitched up the stab wound in his abdomen. The stab wound in his back was not as deep so the old man simply dressed it with iodide and a gauze after cleaning it.
“This bruise?” asked the old man.
“That is from before, I cracked a rib.”
“Do you get into fight often?” chuckled the old man.
“Admittedly, far more than I liked.”
“You speak Saxon very well.”
The soldier standing at the edge of the room coughed, suggesting the old man be faster and to stop chatting.
“Sorry, I must go treat the others.” The old man nodded his head and repacked his bag.
“Thank you,” said Castor politely. The soldier and the old man left the cell, locking the door behind him. Castor re-wore his torn and blood soaked shirt but did not bother to button it up. Before a he could once again sink into sadness a small voice came from the window.
“Castor,” said a soft whispering voice. Castor turned and saw Anneli’s face pressed against the bars of the window.
“Anneli!” Castor’s heart tried to leap out of his chest, his chest filled with butterflies and he could once again see in color.
“Anneli! What are you doing here?”
“I followed you here. Are you alright?”
“More or less.How are you doing Anneli?”
“I’m fine. The rose plant id also fine. I did not let go of it!” said Anneli proudly but Castor could not care less about the plant right now. “What are you going to do now Castor?”
“I don’t know, but I will figure it out. You should just focus on staying safe until then.”
“What about your knife?”
“They took it away but I don’t think I can fight my way out of this situation. It will just make things worse. I will try and talk to them and hope they listen to me.”
“Will that work?”
“What about the other men who attacked you?”
“Some of them got caught as well and some get away. They are probably going to tell the Saxon soldiers that I am a criminal and try to get me executed. Oh- don’t make that face Anneli.”
Castor’s heart ached seeing Anneli’s sad eyes. “I’ll be fine Anneli.” Castor stroked Anneli through the iron bars.
“What should I do?” asked Anneli. Castor had no words, he could neither think nor speak words at this moment. A part of him wanted to cry but that would upset Anneli. A part of him wanted to use his lightning and turn the whole building to ash but would not solve anything. A part of him want to shout and punch and make a fuss but he knew he should not. He looked at Anneli who was as desperate to save Castor as he had tried so long ago the last time he had gotten caught. Castor knew if he misspoke Anneli might try and break him out even if in reality could do nothing.
“I will be fine Anneli, just try to stay safe.”
The sound of the iron door unlocking echoed through the small room.
“Go now Anneli!” whispered Castor.
The door swung open. “Who are you talking to?” demanded the Saxon soldier in a loud booming voice.
“No one, I was just talking to myself.”