Chapter 115

  “How long?” I yelled back at either my dragon or the warlock, whichever held the answer.

  “Half a day into the centre of the passage,” Aurien replied, his deep voice carrying easily. “We will camp overnight where there is a centre point barracks that we can use. Another half a day to the other side.”

  “Here,” the warlock rolled something between his hands and offered it to me. Wax. He pointed to his ears and I could see that he had already stoppered his. I broke the wax in two and offered half to Aurien who smiled and shook his head. The wagon driver accepted the half. It was an imperfect solution, I thought, but better than nothing and muffled the noise to a more tolerable level.