Edge had slept undisturbed throughout the entire night and came awake in an instant, hand streaking towards the Winchester as Anatali tugged at his bare feet. He was immediately aware that the rain had stopped and that the darkness of night, had been replaced by the murky grey of morning without sunlight. The Zulu's face, beneath his spiky hair and its ridiculously inadequate covering of the derby, looked tired and nervous. "I said first watch," Edge snapped. "You didn't say how long," Anatali answered. The woman groaned, smacked her lips as if at a bad taste, and came awake. "What time is it?" she asked in a voice heavy with sleep. Then she groaned, again, with more feeling, as she came to full consciousness and recalled where she was and whom she was with. "Time for you to fix breakfast," Edge told her sourly. "We don't have enough food," Anatali put in as the woman glared at Edge. "Visitors." He stepped back to peer along the side of the wagon, his big eyes wide. Edge crawled out of his makeshift bed and stared outside.
