They fell sleep and the blankets helped to keep some of the chill from them and they managed to get some sleep, though uncomfortable as it was.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
A beam of dusty light shone into the oubliette of the murky rock vault in which the men were being kept as prisoners for tomorrow's ritual of Life and Energy. Some of the sun's rays moved across Lloyd's face and he turned his head away before he opened his eyes.
He gave a deep and hollow sigh that gurgled from the catarrh that settled in his chest, from the night spent on a cold and damp floor.
He opened his eyes and watched the sunshine glisten off the frosty rime that painted the walls and ceiling of the cell.
He gave Boyce a few pats on the back and he soon woke up in a similar condition.
"Do I look as bad as I feel?" he asked Lloyd.
"I could ask you the same!" he replied.
Lloyd slowly got to his feet, not a single part of his body escaping the rheumatic cracks that such adverse sleeping conditions bring upon one.
Soon, Boyce attempted to stand up, too and his condition was not much different that Lloyd's.