Teuns feels the woman’s hands touching him in the dark as she tries to determine his position.
“How on earth did you get here?” Teuns asks softly. New strength courses through him, as there is hope once more.
“They have not tied my hands tonight,” she says. “I am a model prisoner. So, they have just tied my legs together. I crawled up here and wiggled underneath the tent at the back. But, how... what is going on with you?”
“They have a bundle of skins under my back, and I cannot stand it anymore. I can hardly breathe...”
In the darkness, she is silent, and then she asks. “Have you been lying like this the whole time? With your back bent backward like this?”
“Yes, the whole time... you are a brave woman. You have risked a lot.”
“I hope the guards do not start looking for me too soon.
