Chapter 122

Impressed murmurs, and a nod from his father to Roland made Leonard ’s jaw clench. Three matching rings; three black rings to signify—what? That they were bound in some way to each other? How had Roland gotten past his father’s and Perrington’s defenses so quickly? Because of his support of a place like Calaculla?

Jeremy ’s words from the night before kept ringing in his head. He’d seen the scars on Matilda ’s back up close—a brutal mess of flesh that made him sick with rage to look at. How many like her were rotting away in these labor camps?

“And where will the slaves sleep?” Leonard suddenly asked. “Will you build shelter for them, too?”

Everyone, including his father, turned to look at him. But Roland just shrugged. “They’re slaves. Why shelter them, when they can sleep in the mines? Then we wouldn’t waste time bringing them in and out every day.”

More murmurs and nods. Leonard stared at Roland. “If we have a surplus of slaves, then why not let some of them go? Surely they’re no
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