Chapter 16
Eppie gave Sunna her good arm to lean on, but even that effort tugged and pulled at the hastily bandaged wound on her opposite shoulder and arm. She would have begged for a stop, but Sunna and Ferrent limped on, looking even worse than she felt. Sunna was deathly pale and still bleeding but more slowly now, as if there wasn’t much more life to wring out of her. Eppie half wanted to ask if it was the baby, the pregnant belly gone out of her, but she couldn’t spare the energy to speak, and if she couldn’t, then neither could Sunna.
Gran was holding Ferrent up, and whenever they had to step over a log or a rock or go sideways, the two of them sounded muffled complaints about their catalog of wounds. Ferrent’s forearm was ripped. He kept it as still as he could manage, but he winc
