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Lance lay on his stomach on the plank that served him for a bed, with his head turned to one side. His eyes were closed, and his lips pressed into a thin hard line of en-durance. He lay as still as a man in the deepest sleep, yet the first sound at the door of his cell caused him to spring up and turn his eyes eagerly in that direction.
It was the keeper, a young man with a slack face and a furtive expression who looked as if he belonged by rights inside the bars instead of outside.