Re: To the gates
Pyotr lies back on the floor, and allows his body to return to shivering. He had hidden his weakness from the big manly knight, but the only warmth he had was when he peed, and except for the mouthful of backwashed ale, he had had precious little to drink.
Rolling onto his stomach, he attempted to arch his back, and stretch a bit. He had last felt his fingers over six hours ago, and he wasn't one hundred percent sure they would still work, if the ropes were ever removed.
He was glad for the rag, he was certain without it, his teeth would chatter so hard, he would chip a tooth.
Still, it was reasonable that these people would fear a child, he realized. Clearly his modicum of knowledge scared them senseless; though for the bulk of the Russ, he suspected being able to spell your own name was cause for a stoning.
He strained to urinate, or even defecate, to generate some body heat. Even the few grown-ups who understood that he risked his life to save then were too busy 'rolling in the sheets' (whatever that meant). Why care about the child in their care, when they can create new ones to mistreat so easily?
And the Romans? Their history is full of tales of proud pater familias, leaving infants to die on barren hills. History books suggested they invented the very concept of abortion. Slaughtering children was apparently a human trait. The Byzantines were but poor simple-minded cousins to the real Romans, the Empire builder, but they specialized in keeping the basest, and most self indulgent portions of the Roman culture flourishing.