and lo, the wild heretic speaks! and brother peire speaks back!

It's dark in the cellar, but Brother Aimeric has left the door open behind him so there's a little light. Brother Peire wishes he had some candles so he could see the heretic more clearly, because right now the man is little more than a shadow sitting cross-legged on the cellar floor.

"Good morning," Brother Peire says, a little hesitantly. "I've brought you some breakfast."

"That's kind of you," the heretic says flatly.  "Free food before you throw me in prison and charge me for inedible meals."

"We would never do that."

"No, of course not, you're good men."  His voice is sarcastic.  Brother Peire is a little taken aback.

We are, he wants to say.  We are good men.  But he doesn't think that saying so would help the conversation any.

( His eyes are adjusting to the darkness of the cellar )

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