The food in the cell was neither good nor sufficient, and the slaves confined here had no choice but to endure the torment of hunger and thirst.
It was obvious that the Kingdom had rarely imprisoned so many criminals before, and had never prepared adequate food. Moreover, since those imprisoned were slaves, the death of some due to starvation was of little concern.
For the first few days, they could barely endure, but by the end of the week, the slaves were all skin and bones.
In the mornings, the cell was filled with a filthy stench.
Noen sat listlessly in front of the cell door, his stomach painfully torn by hunger.
As the days went by, the old Priest's day of death drew closer.
Yesterday, a minister from the Palace, holding his nose, came into the cell to announce the day of execution to the old Priest.
It was to be in the afternoon, four days later.
Noen watched as the old Priest walked out from the depths of the cell, looking concernedly at the slaves inside.
