As he staggered out of the tent, he reached up and stretched long and hard hoping his bones would settle back in their proper places. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, and streamers of light streaked the morning sky. The smell of green grass and fresh air sent a calm feeling through his entire body.In the dim light, Jorem could see that the guards had been up for awhile. Their tents were down and packed away and the aroma of cooking eggs and bacon drifted past. The smell of food drew Jorem on as no other force could have. The guardsmen were busily saddling and harnessing the horses. Few noticed him as he followed his nose to a table filled with food. There was a thin, wiry man standing by the table. In one hand he held a large serving spoon, in the other he had a thick cooking pad. When he turned and saw Jorem he scowled. “Soldier!” the cook said, “You may be young but if the captain sees you like that you’ll be cleaning privies. You get yourself cleaned up and get your uniform on. Pronto!”
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