Meanwhile months passed, and Calderon still languished in his dungeon.
The other man had his back towards the dungeon, and Barnaby could only see his form.
He said he thought it best to have him thrust into a dungeon.
The dungeon, the chain, the lash, the wooden jellab—what else was left to him?
I felt like a prisoner who was about to escape from a dungeon.
I had now, ...