The two dominant Hibernian had settled, one wrapping himself in a bedroll and slipping swiftly into sleep, while the other, Azahra’s master, kept watch, sword across his knees.
Azahra had not moved from her previous place, her head down. It was hard to tell if she was asleep or not.
Silas kept an eye on all of them, pressing back against Rio, who finally slept deeply, trusting in Silas to keep him guarded.
Silas had to struggle to keep his eyes open. He was so tired, and the enormity of what they faced had finally sunk in during the long hours of the night.
The likelihood of rescue was slim at best. It would be up to the two of them…
He thought of Rio’s wound going septic and shuddered. Perhaps he could appeal to Azahra, see if she could slip them herbs that might kill the infection t
