I suffered intensely, though I believe I could have endured it with fortitude had I not known that Max was suffering a like fate.
I believed I had been several days in my cell when I heard a key turn in the lock.

The door opened, and a man bearing a basket and a lantern entered.

He placed the basket on the ground and, with the lantern hung over his arm, unfastened the manacles of my wrists.

In the basket were a _boule_ of black bread and a stone jar of water.

I eagerly grasped the jar, and never in my life has anything passed my lips that tasted so sweet as that draught.
"Don't drink too much at one time," said the guard, not unkindly.