There was daylight pouring through the window into the room I lay in, hut I was too busy sorting out the dreams I’d been having to pay much attention to it. I remembered the fight with Clero, remembered getting wounded, remembered being dumped in a stream, but after that, things got hazy. I vaguely recalled riding through the woods and stopping at what must have been an inn, but nothing that happened was at all clear and then I remembered how I’d gotten to the room I was in. Fallan. Go old Captain Fallan, leader of mercenaries and royal pain in the backside. I moved one arm out from under the old blanket I was covered with, feeling the annoyance at Fallan rise up all over again. That he had somehow found me at the inn was obvious, as obvious as the fact that I had left there with him. I remembered coming to just as he was carrying me into a small wooden house. We passed a dingy lamp lit room with a fireplace and ended up in a smaller room with a bed, where Fallan deposited me, not too gently, on the bed and left me just long enough to light a second lamp.
