Both men slept through the day and the night that followed. When Brennus woke up, he noticed Cyprian’s breathing had become raspy. He tried to rouse him, but all his lover could manage was an indistinct murmur.
“Wake up,” said Brennus, gently shaking him.
Brennus sat up, leaning back on his arm to watch Cyprian breathing. For the first time in his life, he was genuinely afraid. What if Cyprian were to…? No, don’t even think it. But he had to do something.
The blue men. That was it. There was no other choice. They’d have more knowledge and more resources. They could do for Cyprian what a few herbs and bedrest couldn’t.
He pulled on his fur boots and the thickest pelt he could find, which he wore in addition to his regular clothing and cloak. Once he’d readied himself to make the long wa
