“Why do you say that?” Fergasse’s voice reached out in the near pitch darkness.
“No windows in the walls,” was the answer.
“None of the cells have windows, as they’re all underground. We could be anywhere.”
“We’re lucky in one respect,” Fergasse said, as calmly as Jameisaan had been speaking.
“They didn’t chain us to the walls.” Fergasse rattled the chains of a set of manacles bolted to the wall.
“That was nice of them,” came the acerbic reply.
“Very nice. The manacles are measured so you can’t sit or lie down.”
“I see. In that case, I’m really glad they decided to forgo the formality.”
“Absolutely,” Fergasse agreed. (From The Siege of Kwennjurat, by Scott Ashby) http://tinyurl.com/nw4lfsb