CHAPTER 28
George’s fever completed its cycle and relinquished its grip for a while.
“What time is it?” he asked Rhys, weakly.
“Almost dusk.”
“Help me outside, then find a way behind me that Maelgwn can claim and close it. Once this starts, Madog might get here fast.”
Rhys got him partly dressed, cutting off the left leg of the breeches at the thigh to get them over the bandaged knee and the splints. Boots were impossible, but then he couldn’t walk on it anyway, and a sock would have to do. He took a shirt but refused his coat. Rhys reached for his forehead to feel for fever, and George shook him off. “You wear it.”
They got him upright with considerable difficulty, and George unclaimed the way. With Maelgwn guiding them around the tangled ways, George leaned on Rhys and was half-car
