Stages of Wrath

"I thought my grandson would address me more affectionately," answered the old man while squinting his eyes. Arthur studied him. A head full of white, but a body better than most middle-aged warriors. His grandfather was tall and burly, and his green eyes contained a sliver of gold. "How about you call me Gramps?"

Arthur found his attitude endearing, but he didn't let it show. There was no chance for him to call a stranger by an affectionate title, even if they shared blood. Instead, he looked around the cell and saw that his grandfather was tied with black chains.

"I will say no to that, Benjamin," answered Arthur as he studied the chains. "You pissed them off quite a bit."

"Enough to disbelieve that they would allow you to visit me," said Benjamin with a frown. "What happened when you arrived here?"