Chapter 4
Roland could barely keep his eyes open. He forced them, blinking wide. He’d given up asking Magnus when they would stop for sleep. He was convinced the man had a supernatural aversion to sleep. He yawned, swaying on the horse.
“Only a little longer, your highness,” Magnus said.
He opened his mouth to once again tell the big warrior not to call him that, but the effort proved too great. He swayed again and quickly uprighted himself.
Perhaps if he engaged in conversation he would stay awake. Of course, he had tried that and been met with short, curt sentences and even grunts.
“Tell me about this prophecy of yours,” Roland ventured.
“It is not my prophecy,” Magnus said, but did not continue.
“Tell me about it anyway.”
“Later, when we have reached our destination.”
Gritting
