Three days passed in a flash. Prince Edward was surprised that there was still no news of a rescue. He had to eat the tasteless food every day and had only gotten the opportunity to bathe once.
"Here." As he collected the warm water that morning, the young lady secretly gave him a small piece of bread. Over the past two days, she had been looking for opportunities to give him something extra.
"Are you not afraid of getting caught?" Prince Edward asked. Although he had not gathered any solid evidence, he understood that whoever managed this mine intended to keep the men alive. They were allowed to have just enough food each day—not enough to be full, but also not enough to starve. The person in charge had successfully kept all the workers under control.
"I am not afraid. Besides, what I gave you is my own bread," the lady responded shyly before turning to the next person in line.
