Chapter 4
THE NEXT MORNING dawned misty and bleak. Johanna woke up in the warmth of the blanket and Roald’s body. Leaves and branches of the tree above her glistened with moisture. Occasionally drops fell to the forest floor. Their soft plocks were the only sounds in the muffled silence. She lifted her head. Roald was still asleep.
A lone figure stood at the bottom of the hill, looking over the misty glade where the horses grazed peacefully. Not a sign of last night’s chaos remained. Johanna could make out some churned leaves at the bottom of the tree where they had sheltered last night, but that was all. That tree was so close to the camp that she was almost glad that the escape attempt hadn’t been successful. In the mist the hounds and bears would have a huge advantage. They would neve
