"Well he knows where I am if he feels he needs to do that," Padraig took a calm bite of chili. As long as he didn't end up locked up again, he could deal with a little death.
"There's a spot near the old farmhouse across the field," Padraig said, pointing in the direction of the ruins which had once been his master's house. "Behind the crumbled walls there's a wooden posts. It's been there since I was here as a slave. The first time I begged for food, I think I had been here a few days, I was tied to the post and whipped. And again when they heard me speaking in Latin. And again when I fainted from hunger and exhaustion and one of the sheep fell over the edge of the cliff and died while I was out. I stopped speaking in Latin and begging for food. Couldn't help the fainting much."
Padraig shoved a bite of roll into his mouth and then he said, "the house crumbled centuries ago, but those damn posts- They're still there."