Chapter 33
Rescue
MaGrath made his way over to the far corner, holding his lantern up to where he could get a better look at the men huddled in a tight ball. The first set of eyes he met were set in a stricken face. A face masked in hunger and suffering.
“Cole?”
A couple more bodies shifted, moved, rolled over. MaGrath recognized the rest of the men he’d briefly seen in the dining hall. All except for…
“Where’s Yulen?”
Garet Renken struggled to sit up. “Here. He’s in bad shape, Doc.”
The men parted enough to where he could get down next to the Battle Lord. It didn’t take a medical eye to realize how close to death the man was.
“We been trying to keep him warm,” Mastin told him.
“I can see that. Your body heat may have prevented him from freezing to death.” The physician leaned ove
