Krill had breakfast the following evening a draught of blood from what was basically a restaurant then went in search of Hugh. He found him guarding the entrance to the dungeon, looking as excited to be there as the prisoners.

"Good evening." Krill surveyed him, looking for a crack in his veneer; something to give him away.

"If you can call it good. You won't believe this, but Arles resigned. They've given me his post 'for the foreseeable future'. Can you imagine? Why ...