CHAPTER 22
Penrys opened her eyes, unable to account for her whereabouts. Clean—what happened to all the mud?
The rain had stopped but everything was dripping. I can hear it! The eye’s better, too. She lay stretched out on her back and on a bed, and her groping left hand felt a blanket in the dim gray light before the dawn.
When she searched with her mind, she found Najud sleeping below her on the floor, and the kids in the same building, all of them, heavily asleep. That Daerget fellow was awake and on watch. I remember the eyepatch, of course, but I never knew him very well. What’s he doing here?
She reached out further and counted the wizards in the compound. No change. Wonder what the cage looks like, after the explosion?
So much to do. The prisoners, the workrooms and all their p
