His hands went to his pounding head. His fingers immediately touched dried blood matted through the back of his scalp. Gradually, he remembered the battlefield. The hoarse cries. The carnage. His magnificent destrier’s throat gushing blood.And Robert? Where was Robert?He forced open his eyes. The barest of light filled the room he occupied. His head ached tremendously, as did the muscles across his shoulders and through his lower back. His gaze swept across the surroundings. He decided to sit up.Immediately, a flash of light rippled across the room. It brought intense pain. He cradled his head in his hands and took long, deep breaths, willing the agony to recede.It did. He knew it would. He wasn’t injured enough. Robert was another matter, though. Gavin remembered the deep slice across his friend’s upper arm and the long trail of dripping blood as the limb hung uselessly at his side. He took his time and lifted his head carefully before he rose gradually to his feet. The room was sparse.
