Marcus, you damn fool!" muttered Fulvius. That was bloody careless, we're really stuck now." I refused to see this as my fault, but what he said was true. Our prison was damp, musty, and not built for two. We could stand up, but this pit was constructed for one man alone. I could not help remembering that when I was small, people had told me to avoid Uncle Fulvius because he disliked children. Many years later I had realised that that was the family way of saying he liked little boys too much. Now I was trapped in a pit in the dark with him. O Mother!
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