![]() ![]() He told himself that the door was made of massive oak planks chosen expressly for the purpose of confinement, and that the iron bar that lay across it was the finest chastity belt ever given that seductress,escape. Aug rooted himself to the spot by sheer force of will, not because he was brave (although he'd seen battle with the French and was brave enough) but because it was his job, and to refuse would mean not only the loss of it but loss of face in the village as well. Which was at the wooden table outside the dungeon door. He'd rather be anyone and anywhere other than the village jailer sitting where he was sitting at this moment-alone, at night. Even being the executioner would be better, for his duty would be carried out tomorrow in the sane light of day and amidst the fear-salving crowd at the scaffold. ![]() For that matter, he would gratefully trade places with the merchants or farmers, the ones sent to destroy the Beast's family. Right now Aug wished he'd taken the higher road his mother'd urged and had ended up an officer in the army perhaps, or a local magistrate or solicitor. It had once been Augustus, but the boy had none of his mother's pretensions, and no one still living knew the longer appellation that made sense of the shorter-not even the jailer's wife. ![]() Gabriel Knight: The Beast Within Prologue Rittersberg, Bavaria 1750 The jailer's name was Aug. ![]()
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