Chapter 12: KnittingPrea’s voice made Tarquin open his eyes.
He was in the tunnel outside the Kawj. Prea had made a hearth light that bobbed cheerfully overhead and made him squint in the light. He was lying on his back, and his left forearm and right wrist were wrapped in cloth that looked and felt too rough to be linen. His head was on Prea’s thigh, and he was freezing and everything hurt like all seven hells and he was still alive.
“Quinny!” Prea smiled at him, but her expression was tight and strained. Her gown had a lot of blood on it. “Quinny, it’s so good to see you.”
Tarquin managed to push himself upright to sit leaning against the wall, then had to close his eyes and breathe carefully so he wouldn’t throw up from the movement. He reached out, and Prea let him put his hands on
