Chapter 15

A favour for the duke.

I sleep well through the night, but sometime later, loud voices outside my chamber stir me awake. The clock on my dresser's showing a few minutes after one a.m. I cover my head with my pillow, but after a few attempts of trying to get back to sleep, I give up.

Lenin and Jetli, as usual, are snoring loudly, not bothered by the shouting right outside my door. My foot doesn't look too bad and I feel a little bit sore-well, everywhere.

"It's over, Diana. There's nothing we can do. He's going to die tonight. The elders asked me to pray to Hommis," Jorgen shouts. I raise my head and rub my eyes for a second.

It sounds like Hans might have taken a turn for the worse overnight again. Jorgen doesn't believe there's anything more he can do. I get up and move closer to the door, but the voices begin to fade away slowly.