Chapter 4

“You did push it too far this time, Warin,” Jonas said, frowning. “Should anyone come upon us, you will be too weak to defend against them.”

“Nay,” Warin insisted. “Even if my magic cannot handle them, I still have a sword.”

“And you are hardly strong enough to wield it.”

“I am no weakling, Jonas. Do not coddle me.” Warin pulled away from the old man, his hand going to the sword at his side. “I will be good as new soon.”

“Let us hurry to the shelter. I will feel better then. I ask that you rest for a couple of days before you seek out Benedict again.”

Warin shook his head and followed after Jonas, who headed through a group of trees. “You ask the impossible.”

When they reached the small cave Jonas had chosen for their shelter, Warin hesitated. He’d slept in caves before. They were damp, dark and cramped places. He did not relish the notion. Still it would be risky to stay at an inn or a village near Henry’s holding.