Apollo then looked to Joseph. “It clearly wasn’t as ludicrous as you thought, for they succeeded.”

Joseph shrugged.

Tor felt himself sneer.

Gods, this man.

“Do you know where this Jell is?” Apollo queried.

“The last time I saw him was when the procession was travelling from Fire City to Notting Thicket for True and Farah’s wedding. Then again, Fenn took my hands about that time and then pressed me into service for The Rising in exchange that I would continue to be seen to by priests with advanced healing knowledge. Thus, I really wasn’t paying much attention to anything but no longer having hands.”

“So it is Fenn who maimed you,” Apollo murmured.

“Yes,” Joseph hissed. “And thus, I do not feel very badly to know his head was struck from his body by the Beast.”

“And you were then ‘pressed into service,’ as you say,” Apollo went on.

“Would you carry on for a cause who treated you thus?” he asked, uncrossing his arms and lifting his stubs for them to see.

“No, I wouldn’t be in that place at all,” Apollo shared. “But if I found I’d gone astray, after that happened, I would find the nearest constabulary and share about my mistake and help them put a stop to plans that would end in a good number of people suffering greatly.”

“Of course you would. With hindsight, anyone would know all the best plays,” Joseph muttered irritably.

“What I know is, you took none of them. And when the forces you helped to critically injure a high-ranking Nadirii warrior to bring down The Enchantments were defeated, you still did not seek a local constabulary. You were caught impersonating a Zee who had lost his tribe in order to escape.”

Joseph’s lips thinned and he again crossed his arms on his chest.

“Do you have any idea where this G’Jell might be?” Tor asked.

“None,” Seph answered. “I’m just sorry not to hear the news that his body was found with the others.”

“Do you know anything about who is in this Society or where they might be found?” Tor kept at him.

“No, for as I said, I didn’t even know they were still in existence,” Joseph answered.

“Is there anything further at all at this juncture you wish to share?” Tor pressed.

“What would be the point?” Joseph asked in return. “You won’t even give me fresh water. The water they offer in the cells is fetid, at best.”

“You look hearty enough to me,” Tor muttered.

Joseph began glaring again, at Tor.

“We will share with Sir Alfie what you told us,” Apollo told him, gaining his attention. “And perhaps that will mean nothing in the end. Or perhaps it will mean something. Though I wonder if it’s a waste of words, what I’ll tell you is that, just now, for once in this mess, you did the right thing.”