The sun was already high up in the autumn sky when Jason woke up, drenched in sweat and misery. His nightmare was still vivid, and it remained with him even now that he was awake.
He slid off the bed agitatedly, narrowing his eyes and cursing the blinding light which was streaming in from the open window. The noise of the birds chirping by the windowsill was so frustrating that if he could, he would have shot them all down and fed them to the dogs.
“Oh, you’re awake, my lord,” Smith said as he suddenly stepped into the room. “Master Jordon informed us that you were not to be woken up under any circumstances.”
“Fetch me some water, Smith,” Jason said, rubbing his temples in a circular motion to reduce the aching migraine. His mouth was dry, and there was a terrible buzzing in his ear w
