Thomas woke with a start, alert. Above him, myriads of stars burned on their velvet black backdrop. Even with the light of the nearly full moon dimming their light, it was an impressive sight. But he gave it only a cursory glance as he rolled over and peered at Celyn, who slept across the fire from him, bundled in his cloak.
The stamp of a horse’s hoof and an abrupt whinny broke the stillness. Thomas rose to his feet, grimacing as his leg flared with pain. He rubbed it as he straightened up, looking over to where Missy and Arawn were hobbled. Their black shapes moved restlessly. Something had disturbed them. Or someone.
Celyn remained asleep, although normally he was the first one awake when the horses were restless. Thomas frowned, concentrating. A slight glow covered the Welshman like
