I jerk awake yet again as the baby kicks me, but this time it’s squarely in the bladder. I hiss, certain I’m going to urinate on myself if I haven’t already. Damnit, what is it about long horse rides that put me out? If I had been awake, I would have noticed how full my bladder was instead of dozing off until the little beast inside me decided to attack the overfilled organ.
I look around and notice I’m not the only one drowsing, but I simply can’t wait to rouse one or more guardsmen. Even Ward is stumbling along with his head down like he’s half unconscious. Another kick to my bladder has me squeezing everything below my waist in a desperate bid to hold my waters. Taking advantage of a gap between two dozing guards in the formation, Lupus and I slip through the space between them.
