Demonwar Saga #01 - Rides A Dread Legion by Raymond E. Feist

Author:Raymond E. Feist [Feist, Raymond E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-04-22T22:00:00+00:00

Time passed as an alternating series of dreamless sleep and short periods of consciousness. Sandreena knew she had spoken to the man at least once, perhaps more often, but couldnt remember anything said. She finally awoke with a clear head, though it still throbbed as she tried to sit up. She was under a pile of skins, seal or otter, or some other creatures pelts, on a pile of what could best be called filthy rags. For a pillow, her blood-stained tabard had been rolled up and put under her head. She realized she was nude, save for a mass of rags that served as bandages. She was hardly worried about modesty; besides, most of her was covered by the bandages. She ached terribly and did a quick inventory. She had at least a dozen cuts, several of them deep. She lifted one bandage on her leg, tied around and knotted, and saw a puckered purplish wound roughly sewn together. From the pain in her back she knew she had a deep cut there, and when she coughed, the pain almost caused her to pass out again.

She took a deep breath and it hurt. But rather than the raw, stabbing pain of a fresh wound, the pains she endured were the dull, constant ache of wounds healing. Not for the first time she wished she had had the gift for the majestic healing spells some of her and other orders could offer from truly blessed priests and monks. She could hurry healing along, if the wounds werent too bad, but she needed focus and strength, two commodities she lacked at the moment.

She was alone. She struggled to sit up even more, and putting a fur behind her back, to cushion her against the cave wall, was an exhausting task, but she managed. She was tired of lying on her back. And she wanted questions answered.

She dozed off, and when she opened her eyes again, the old man was sitting beside the fire, boiling water. He glanced over and grinned. Crab! he said with enthusiasm. I thought you might be ready for something beside broth.

She saw he had fashioned an interesting cook pot, using hard, tanned hides stretched over a wooden frame, making a large, shallow bowl. She had seen its like before, and had been surprised it didnt go up in flames when put over the fire, but she had seen that as long as there was enough water in the container, and if the fire didnt reach the wood itself, the water would steam and eventually boil, but the hides would only scorch, not burn.

Weakly, she asked, Where did you get crab?

He pointed out the cave mouth. Theres a pool, at the base of the rocks, and when the tide is high, they swim in. Some good fish, too, when the tide is out, but I have to catch them by handits harder. With the crabshe made a dipping motion with his handyou just scoop them up from behind, and they cant pinch.

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