No matter which way she twisted or turned, she couldn’t convince her body that the ground didn’t become harder or the night air less chilled. Neither would her worry over what was to come ease, nor her disappointment in Corwin’s betrayal lessen. Giving up on sleep, Judith sat up and wrapped the rough woolen blanket-which Thurkill had presented to her as if it were a feather-filled coverlet-more tightly around her shoulders. Scattered about the campsite, the men slept. All but Duncan, who roamed the forest to watch for the sheriff who Judith doubted would come tonight. The best she could hope for was that Duncan might awaken a hungry bear so she might be rid of the most belligerent of her captors. She rose and stretched, then took two slow steps in an effort to bring some feeling back into her legs. “Going somewhere, my lady?” Corwin asked softlyfrom where he’d bedded down several yards to her left.
