Tang Story 7

He couldn't tell how long he had been bound in the darkness. It must have been a long time. He was hungry, terribly hungry, for a while. No one fed him, but after a while his stomach quieted and he began to miss other things, simple things: the warmth of the sun, the feel of grass under his feet, and, more than anything else, light. He tried not to think too much of the others, whether they still walked and ate together, free in the light, whether they thought of him. Tried, also, not to thin...