Selfer asked when the others were well away. Dorrin glanced at him. He looked disgustingly bright-eyed for dawn when she knew he, too, had been up most of the night. “No,” Dorrin said. A yawn fought its way past her attempt to hold it back. “Too much to do. Now, too.” “My lord, by your leave—sleep a few hours. We will not let harm come to you.” Dorrin shook her head. “I distrust this sleepiness, Captain. It could be magery—” “I’ll wake you, I swear.” “All right,” Dorrin said. “But don’t let the men go wandering about—there are many dangers we haven’t cleared yet. And now the others have left, move those poor souls from the dungeons into the house—find clothes for them—” “—and get their names and homes, and find out everything we can from them,” Selfer said. “And be sure there’s clean water drawn up from the well you specified, and check the state of the pantries and—” Dorrin laughed, the last thing she’d expected. “And quit acting the mother hen, Captain?
