Kingdom of Ash

heavier supplies. And then the push northward
through the forest, taking the ancient road that
lay along the Avery’s northern branch.
“Pass me that knife there,” Yrene said to
Lady Elide, pointing with her chin to her
supply kit. Spread on a blanket on the bottom
of the covered wagon, a Darghan soldier lay
unconscious, cold sweat beading his brow. He
hadn’t seen a healer after getting a slice to the
thigh at the battle for Anielle, and when he’d
fallen clean off his horse this morning, he’d
been hauled in here.
Elide’s hands remained steady as she
plucked up the thin knife and passed it to
Yrene.
“Will it wake him?” she asked while Yrene
bent over the unconscious warrior and
examined the infected wound that was
gruesome enough to turn most stomachs.
“My magic has him in a deep sleep.” Yrene