‘What about me?’ Thyrn asked, unexpectedly indignant.
‘You’re too young,’ Hyrald replied, adding feebly, ‘you need your sleep.’
‘And me?’ Endryk asked before Thyrn could argue further.
Hyrald looked at him. ‘You’ve done more than enough for us. And this isn’t your fight. If anything happens — if we’re attacked, any time — run for it, save yourself, with our thanks.’
Endryk stood up and stretched. ‘I’ll stand my turn tomorrow night,’ he said categorically, walking over to his shelter. ‘Good night to you all. Sleep well.’
‘And so will I,’ Thyrn added, copying his tone. He nodded to the three Wardens. ‘Good night.’ Then, young again, to Nordath, ‘Good night, Uncle.’
Hyrald stared after them. ‘Well, I’m glad we got that settled,’ he said sourly under his breath.
Nordath was chuckling to
