“I do not need to rest.”
“Exhaustion can be as deadly as any
weapon. Rest today, then rejoin us tomorrow.”
Manon bared her teeth. “The last I looked,
you were not in charge.”
Petrah didn’t so much as lower her head.
“Fight, then, if that is what you wish. But
consider that many lives depend on you, and if
you fall because you are so tired that you
become sloppy, they will all suffer for it.”
It was sage advice. Sound advice.
Yet Manon gazed out over the battlefield,
the sea of darkness just becoming visible. In
an hour or so, the bone drums would beat
again, and the screaming din of war would
renew.
She could not stop. Would not stop.
“I am not resting.” Manon turned to seek
out Bronwen in the Crochans’ quarters. She, at
least, would not have such ridiculous notions.
lily
(lily)
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