Chapter 32. As yet I have said little of my brothers, Morgan and Custis. Twins they are, and four years senior to me. Morgan is the larger of the two brutes, by a slight bit. From my earliest memory they abused me in every way. I'm not the first to claim their elder siblings were cruel, but my suffering was unique, I promise you. At the tender age of five, they tied me to the crib, and set inside it assorted vipers they had collected over several weeks. My howls - and my breathing - were muffled by a blanket, and so it was hours before the nurse found me, barely alive. I had kicked a few serpents to a pulp, and others had slithered away, but not before I'd been bitten a dozen times or more - on my legs, arms, and face. The wounds kept me convalescing for months, while those two got away with barely a tongue lashing! (Turns away from recording, breathless) Wallace! Bring me wine! (back to recorder, darkly) Tomorrow I will regale you with the special gift they gave me on my tenth birthday party.