The hand belonged to some minor noble whose name he had never bothered to learn, and under ordinary circumstances Lord Belvis would never have allowed the man to so much as come close, not to speak of touching him.But circumstances had turned into ongoing nightmare, and nothing remained ordinary or usual. Lord Belvis stumbled over to the nearest piece of wagon floorboard unoccupied by someone else and collapsed onto it, paying no attention to the way the man who had helped him dropped off the wagon to walk behind it. The man had obviously already had his rest period, and now made room for those who hadn't."This is completely intolerable," an exhausted voice near Lord Belvis said, speaking the words he, himself, had been thinking. "There has to be a way to end this nightmare for good and all, but no one seems to be looking for it. How are we to be returned to our proper places if no one looks for the way?""I agree," Lord Belvis managed to get out as he regained some breath, his back against the hard wooden side board of the wagon.
