Although Spratt was remiss to admit such a thing, he was prone to extreme claustrophobia.
When Spratt came to there was no telling how long he’d been unconscious. Terror overcame him for a moment upon the realization he was wrapped tightly in Nedra’s cloak and being carried like a sack of potatoes. Spratt couldn’t be certain, but the feeling of weightlessness led him to believe Nedra had made her way to the rooftops of Garvin, where she was leaping from one building to the next.
Over the next few hours, Winter felt like a cop tracking a suspect with old-fashioned legwork. She usually didn’t like to delegate authority but was relieved to rely on Kafira to lead the way. Her leadership since arriving in Taru wasn’t exactly the stuff of legends like the Charge of the Light Brigade. It was more like the reality of that charge—a dismal failure.
Garvin was a sprawling metropolis covering fifty densely-packed square miles. Thousands of ships dotted the azure blue ocean landscape. A vast swell of vessels were in the process of unloading, queuing, docking, or departing the area. It was mega commerce of the highest degree. Winter figured the city wasn’t as large as Earth ports like San Francisco, New York City, or Singapore, but the sheer magnitude of ocean craft was probably greater.
With the carnage of the Big Foot behind him, Spratt entered the jail and found himself all alone in a small courtyard. There was a broken down cobblestone path, but a few shabby bushes were the only cover. There were two doors to choose from. One was on the far left and another on the far right. He still had no idea how much of the jail stretched into the mountain, how many guards were inside, or much of anything else about the fortification. Topping that off, two different front doors made for a game of roulette he wasn’t anxious to play.
Biggs decided the best thing about life in the cell was that he was no longer hungry. He looked down at the disgusting concoction one last time and was satisfied with just one bite. He couldn’t imagine eating again anytime soon. If he ever got home, he promised to find a way to get this repulsive recipe in print and sold off as the next hot weight loss routine. He tossed the bowl of misery into the corner where it came to a rest in a pile with several earlier dishes. It was incredible the muck hadn’t changed consistency over the past couple of days. More disheartening, the large cockroach-like creatures that shared the cell found the slop less appetizing than he did. Biggs figured if a roach wouldn’t eat something, he should steer clear with extreme prejudice.
Initially, Spratt had considered it his responsibility that they had lost all of their gear. Then he thought about it some more and decided there was plenty of fault to go around. They were highly trained members of the Army, yet they allowed a swarm of giants to surround them. Spratt wasn’t even willing to take all the blame for failing to get their things back from the giants. Seriously, who sends a guy that worked at Medieval Times into a sword fight? It was like asking a person that sings in the shower to front a rock band.