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The five remaining guards had found their search of the first-floor
dungeons unproductive and rather boring. Almost all the cells appeared to
be empty, both of occupants and objects. But eventually they entered one
where they found Lord James
chained to the wall. The servant who had previously (as they thought)
been the Princess Exotica was crouching on her knees near his feet, a
bucket of soapy water by her side. She was scrubbing at the floor with a
stiff brush. A mop was propped againat a nearby wall. They had timed
their visit well, as by now there was no more than a faint lingering
smell of vomit.
These guards were not very high in the castle pecking order, but they knew that since her demotion Exotica was even lower than they were. And Lord James had made himself thoroughly unpopular with his arrogant ways. "Well this is a sight for sore eyes," one of the men laughed. "A stuck-up lordling in chains and a former princess scrubbing the floor. I like it." "You'll keep a civil tongue in your head if you know what's good for you," Lord James growled. Meanwhile Astra, who had looked up when the guards first entered, bowed down once more and resumed her scrubbing, hoping to avoid unwanted attention. "You're in no position to make threats, lordling," another of the men said. "How did you finish up down here, anyway?" "It was her fault, the little whore," Lord James said, doing his best to point at Astra, but somewhat restricted by his chains. "First she led me on, then she went to Reaibn claiming that I'd tried to force myself on her. After whacking me on the head, I might add."
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