In the cell beside his, Cassandra's breath sucks inward with a tiny sharp sound, barely to be heard.

The unconscious Lady Johanna is dragged out of their line of sight. The door of an empty cell scrapes open, something heavy is dropped onto the floor, the door clangs shut, a key turns in a lock.

"They want the two little brothers next," says a harsh flat voice, and the exhausted weeping that's been going on all this time suddenly has words in it: no, no, no.