Chapter 78

Sobbing met his ears as he looked around the cell. It was different than the one he had been in. This cell had a table and chair and bed instead of a stone table. It also had an occupant. A man was seated on the bed, his knees pulled to his chest, and it was he who was sobbing. His hair was white, but when Frank took a step into the cell and the man's head snapped up at the sound of the door closing, Frank barely kept himself from cursing. This man was Anmah. What was an Anmah doing here? When the man saw him, he scrambled backward until he hit the wall.

"You are Anmah! Who are you?" he gasped.

"My name is Frank Mistri. Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"I am Debhida. I am here to provide sport for the Takosa and Dirack. Why are you here?"

"Sport? How do you do that?"

The man had relaxed slightly, and he shrugged. "I am set free every night at last light for the hunt, and every night they try to kill me. I cannot die anymore, though. I can only suffer. They will do the sa