“By the eye!” the man cursed.
His voice was familiar. Thorat peered at his indistinct shape. The man sat up and looked at him, too. He pushed the hair out of his face, and then he laughed.
“Thorat?”
“Ferrent? What are you doing here?”
“Well, I was captured, as you can see. But other than that, it’s a long story. How about you?”
“These bandits broke up our camp in the middle of the night. Now there’s no one –” He looked uneasily over his shoulder.
“It’s all right,” Ferrent said. “It’s only Forlan.”
“That bandit?”
“Quiet in there!” Forlan roared, as if summoned by his name.
“He’s my brother,” Ferrent whispered.
“But how?” Thorat said.
“As I said, it’s –”
The tent flap burst open. “Quiet! Sleep!” Forlan shouted at them.
“Very well, but – ”
“Quiet! Sleep!” Forlan, whatever else h
