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The
lash
whistled
again
.
We
wondered
who
was
sprinkling
burning
coal
dust
upon
the
floor
,
for
we
saw
drops
of
red
twinkling
on
the
stones
around
us
.
Then
we
knew
nothing
,
save
two
voices
snarling
steadily
,
one
after
the
other
,
even
though
we
knew
they
were
speaking
many
minutes
apart
:
“
Where
have
you
been
where
have
you
been
where
have
you
been
where
have
you
been
?
.
.
.
”
And
our
lips
moved
,
but
the
sound
trickled
back
into
our
throat
,
and
the
sound
was
only
:
“
The
light
.
.
.
The
light
.
.
.
The
light
.
.
.
.
”
Then
we
knew
nothing
.
We
opened
our
eyes
,
lying
on
our
stomach
on
the
brick
floor
of
a
cell
.
We
looked
upon
two
hands
lying
far
before
us
on
the
bricks
,
and
we
moved
them
,
and
we
knew
that
they
were
our
hands
.
But
we
could
not
move
our
body
.
Then
we
smiled
,
for
we
thought
of
the
light
and
that
we
had
not
betrayed
it
.
We
lay
in
our
cell
for
many
days
.
The
door
opened
twice
each
day
,
once
for
the
men
who
brought
us
bread
and
water
,
and
once
for
the
Judges
.
Many
Judges
came
to
our
cell
,
first
the
humblest
and
then
the
most
honored
Judges
of
the
City
.
They
stood
before
us
in
their
white
togas
,
and
they
asked
:
“
Are
you
ready
to
speak
?
”
