Chapter 19Isloman lay very still. There was another slight movement to his left. His first thought was to leap up and seize whoever or whatever it was, but this was followed immediately by others, more cautious. Tirke, he could see, was sound asleep, but so also was Dacu, and Isloman had learned both many years ago and very recently that Goraidin were sensitive sleepers. Furthermore, the horses seemed unconcerned.
Perhaps it was some small mountain creature curious about these strange intruders? But it didn’t feel like that. It was too still; no snuffling, no scuffling scurrying.
Tirke snorted and turned over noisily. There was another small flutter of movement near Isloman.
Taking the cue, he breathed out heavily and turned on his left side.
Through his flickering eyelashes, in the su
