My head ached from the wine I had drunk with Devol, I needed to make water, and everything was dark. I shifted, trying to stand. It was puzzling, I couldn’t move and my head was so bad I was unable to remember any reason why that should be so. At my side a voice spoke. “Need to go, do you? Alright then. But don’t do anything stupid.” Bonds of which I’d been unaware were loosened and I was helped to my feet. I staggered around a tree, did what was necessary, and found myself led back to lie down again. I obeyed dully. I must have been scouting and been taken prisoner. I would wait until I felt better. Then I could escape. I slept again and woke at dawn clear-headed. Keeping both facts to myself, I scanned the camp through slitted eyes. I could see twelve men asleep. Brush rustled and I guessed at a guard. Thirteen then? Several of the group had soldier’s gear. From that and other things I suspected they’d fled as a group. Devol had appeared to lead them yesterday, and he wore the remnants of a uniform.
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