"What's the worst thing that can happen?" Tyrus said. "The dungeons. That's not so bad. I heard they're relatively nice in the springtime. Not too cold. Not too damp. They'd be quiet and peaceful." Tyrus looked at Gavril. "Tell me I can do this." "Why? There's no doubt you can. The question is simply whether you'll survive it." "Thank you. Thank you so much." "We have not heard that your father has reinstituted capital punishment. Of course, we haven't heard news from the city in many days." "You are not helping."