Chapter 8
LORIANE WOKE UP in a soft grey light.
Her first thought was that she was not in her own bed at home. The second realisation was that a warm body lay nestled against her, which a glance confirmed to be Tandor, still on his back. But his arm had shifted and now lay over his chest. His breathing was regular. He was definitely getting better.
The third realisation was that some ruckus seemed to be going on outside the window, with people shouting. The fourth realisation, as she heaved thick furs aside, was that she’d been asleep for a long time and that, despite the salve Myra had put on, her pains hadn’t started. The bandage had shifted and the salve, slimy and warm, was leaking onto her left inner thigh.
By the skylights, was this child ever going to budge?
Loriane stumbled to
