He blinked his eyes, groaning as he rubbed the grit out of them. In the east the sun was just edging over the line of low hills. Out in that direction was the sea, though it was too far to see from here. The wind had a sharp bite to it this morning, but the dark clouds from the day before had been reduced to mere tatters that drifted by in the skies above. He had slept like the dead. Truth be told, he hadn’t even felt tired when he had lain down on the wool blanket by the fire. That had been the last thing he had remembered until just now, as the cold rays of dawn slanted over the hillside around him. His body ached, especially his left side, which gave an occasional protest of pain when he moved too suddenly. Kendril rubbed his temples, trying to clear the fog from his mind.“Up and about, I see?” asked Joseph pleasantly from where he sat a few feet away, his feet stretched out by the fire. “Coffee’s over there. I managed to procure some sausage, if you’d like some.” The scent of the cooking meat caused Kendril’s mouth to water.
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