There seemed to have been a world
of meaning in this brief act to those who could comprehend it. We were
seized, even more roughly than before, and dragged from the chamber, and
at the end of a few minutes found ourselves thrown into a dungeon, where
there was not the slightest glimmer of light, and the door was locked
upon us.
It was a long time before either of us summoned up the courage to speak.
At length I said faintly:
"Jack, I'm afraid it's all over with us. We must have done something
terrible, though I cannot imagine what it was."
But Jack, after his manner, was already recovering his spirits, and he
replied stoutly:
"Nonsense, Peter, we're all right, as Edmund says. Wait till he comes and
he'll fix it."
"But how can he know what has happened? And what could he do if he did?
More likely they will all be condemned along with us."
Jack felt around in the dark and got me by the hand, giving it a hearty
pressure.
"Remember Ala," he said. "She's our friend, or Edmund's, and they'll
bring us out of this. You want to brace up."
"Remember Ingra!" I responded with a shiver, and I could feel Jack start
at the words.
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