The carriages did not take long to transport the prisoners to a nicer part of the city and were soon pulling up beside an odd, but magnificent house.  

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"In 'ere." An old plump woman with a worn, but well cared for brown dress and apron stood at the top of steps that seemed to lead down into a cellar. She waved at them, apparently expecting them.  "I ain't to let you into the main house until I clean you up a bit."  Her nose wrinkled as she caught a whiff, the scent confirming her orders.  "Shoulda dunked you all in a horse trough before she let you into the carriages anyways.  Woulda been an improvement. I'll be scrubbin' 'em for a month to get the smell out!"  She shook her head sadly, as if imagining all the work they had just caused her.

"Down there." She said, pointing to the cellar entrance.  "Got some hot water ready already, but you will have to take turns."