10
“Morning, Harkell.”
Harkell opened an eye to find the prince standing over him holding out a cup of tea. As a look of alarm passed over his face and he scrabbled to get himself upright, Tarkyn gave a friendly laugh and put out a restraining hand.
“No, Harkell. Don’t rush to get up. I’m just bringing you a cup of tea. You may lie there and drink it, if you wish. We won’t be leaving for another hour or so.”
Harkell accepted the tea and thanked him, watching warily as the prince sat down, cross-legged, beside him and picked up his own tea.
Tarkyn took a sip then turned to look at the uneasy soldier. “I’m sorry we treated you so poorly last night that we forced you out into the cold. Everyone was cold and tired and perhaps a little too focused on their own needs.”
Harkell sat himself
