Chapter 152: What does it Profit a Man?

The twitter of myriad birds beckoned Isabel, drawing her from the half-conscious state she had thankfully slipped into sometime during the long night. A musky scent filled her nostrils. Moist dirt scratched her cheek. Pulling the blanket over her head, she felt Frederick's warm body cradled against her chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and then fought to hold back the horror of yesterday's memories. Just a few more minutesa few more precious moments of drifting on the calm sea of slumber, where she and Frederick were safe and free. But that was not to be. Voices in an unknown tongue shot like arrows around her, their intensity exceeded only by Morris' angry commands.