CHAPTER 11
The apartments, located in the top back half of the castle, ran the length of a long hallway filled with tall wooden doors. Thankfully, no climbing was involved. Mykal, Blodwyn, and Gembert descended a handful of flights of stairs from the tower. While Mykal’s legs felt weak, and barely able to support his weight, he knew come morning his muscles would be tight, sore, and make climbing out of bed a beyond a challenge. There was no sense worrying about morning at this point. Not when a few hours of daylight remained.
At the end of the hall a fire blazed inside a hearth. The heat didn’t reach Mykal. He wouldn’t have minded some warmth. His bones had trapped the cold from standing inside the dovecote. How the birds could survive winters in there amazed him.
“How’s your breathing
