In the second of tonight's chapters, something is wrong with Guy!
CHAPTER 47
GUY
Guillaume's words some time ago were like a dagger piercing my chest. Yes, I am afraid that I have been forgotten. Left here in the dark. So dark and for so long. So long alone.
I know that he and Gervais have done their best to give me company, but it is not enough; they are not enough. More and more my thoughts turn to my friends, my brothers. I had two and we were close. For all my faults – and I had plenty of them – they stood by me and were supportive. I think of them and what they must have gone through when I went missing. How long did they look for me? I am sorry to have caused them so much grief and pain at my disappearance; I would never have wished that upon them.
But it happened.
I was put down here and left to die; to die and rot until I was naught but a pile of disconnected bones.
I am so tired of this place, of being here. It is horrible …never ending. I do not want to be here anymore in the constant darkness … There is no light except for when the gaolers bring the meagre food and water offering for the Musketeer, but it is no substitute for the sun. I so want to see the sun, just once more; to turn my face to it and to feel its warmth …
It is so cold down here. I do not think I ever noticed it before, but now I shiver uncontrollably and there is no respite … so damp … so uncomfortable …
So cold … so alone … I do not think that I have ever felt despair like this. My constant complaining was a way to express it before … to find a release … but nothing helps, not anymore.
And so, like the Musketeer, I fall silent. I cannot think … cannot speak … cannot see … cannot hear … so much silence … I do not want to stay here … I am afraid …