Chapter 5

“What is it?” Jonas asked. “You are hurt?”

Warin opened his eyes and shook his head. “Just my old knee injury acting up. ‘Tis naught. The dampness affects it.”

Jonas folded his arms across his chest. “You have not yet healed from the sword wound you received when you and Benedict were separated as well. I should have restrained you so that you would have to stay in today.”

Warin smiled and patted the older man’s shoulder. “It would do no good. Mere rope would have been easily discarded.”

Jonas shrugged. “I absconded with the shackles from the last castle we stayed in.”

“I’m impressed.” Warin shook his head. “Nevertheless, I would not be particularly amused.” He walked to a small brown sack holding his personal belongings. All that he had in the world.

“What are you looking for now? We have no coins, if that is your purpose.”

It was not, but it gave Warin pause. “None?”