Chapter XLIII • Maia

“Valiant of these two, I must say… ‘tis a shame they wasted their skills in thiev’ng; they could have done much more if they worked for the lord.”

I am awakened by the sounds of roistering men. When I open my eyes, everything seems as if it is spinning.

I find myself on a cold, damp, stone floor, barely recognizing my surroundings due to the dimness of the space. Ugh, everything is spinning and my bloody head hurts…

I jolt upright when it all comes back to me—

Nicolaus leading The Order to the pit house,

watching him destroy the seal of protection,

and us getting apprehended by Davidson’s men.

Panicked at the memory of the knights breaking into the pit house, I begin scrambling off of the floor. I wince in pain when I feel a large, painful bump on the back of my head. It hurts more when I touch it… I must’ve been knocked unconscious.

As I look around, my eyes adjusting to the dimness, I come to a realization that I am in a dungeon with two helmetless armored men, drinking to th