Warin woke to deep darkness. He did not know how long he slept or if the night had passed and day had come. He struggled to sit up in the shrouded cave. His heart pounded in his chest. He did not sense Jonas near.
His hand went to the hilt of his sword only to find his sword not there. “Jonas? Jonas, are you there?” Warin winced at the panic in his voice.
“Here, Warin.” The light from a torch approached as Jonas came into the area where Warin slept. He set the torch in a little niche in the wall. He handed Warin a bowl of thick soup. “I was outside for a bit. Seeing what the day would bring.”
“Then it is morning?” Warin sipped the soup.
“Aye, ‘tis a gray one to be sure. The rain will come before long.” He sat on the ground near Warin. “How do you feel?”
Warin considered. He wasn’t ent
