Summer 1096 SR
The rain came in sheets, blown in by a high wind from the south, making standing in the tower a most unpleasant duty. They had completed the cover, providing some respite from the sun, but the rain lashed at them mercilessly, and within moments they were drenched.
“I can’t see a blasted thing in this storm,” noted Danica.
“Nor I,” agreed Charlaine, “but at least we’re safe. No one in their right mind would be out at sea in this.”
“I’m thinking this tower needs some walls.”
“I’d have to agree with you on that, but there’s nothing we can do about it at present. Come, hunker down in your cloak. At least it’ll keep you warm.”
“I have to watch the water,” said Danica.
“I’ll take a turn.” Charlaine stood, her cloak wrapped around her in a vain attempt to stay dry. The rain
