45
It was dark inside the cocoon of Sasha’s shield. Jayhan and Sasha were being carried on their sides within the swathe of cloaks that covered the soft but impenetrable black oval. All around them, they could hear steady, rhythmic breathing punctuated by occasional grunts of exertion as their bearers altered their grips, or had to manoeuvre the cocoon past obstacles in the increasingly narrow path.
“So now what happens, do you think?’ murmured Jayhan, then, in a lower whisper, “Do you think they can hear us through all this?”
“Don’t know to both, but maybe they can.”
“How long’s this shield of yours going to last?’ whispered Jayhan.
“I don’t know. It’s only happened once before. It knocked me out while it protected me last time. Remember? Because Yarrow’s memories were too much for
