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Thomas offered to take the first watch. He was too jumpy to relax enough to fall asleep. Though they had made it safely through the shadows of the weald, he couldn’t trust his dreams.
He hunched his shoulders under his cloak, poking at the fire. His gaze drifted to the line of trees across the meadow from them, but he quickly glanced away when an echo of the odd feeling that had chased him throughout those woods shivered through him.
He crossed himself quickly. God, keep us and protect us. He glanced over at Celyn and Eata who lay stretched out by the fire. Celyn frowned and muttered in his sleep, but Eata slept easily, his face unlined and peaceful. God watched over His own, even here in this wild, untouched place.
His gaze drifted to the weald again, and the small frisson of mingl
