Chapter 22 Lathwi! Can you hear me? Please, please wake up.” The sounds were like the steady tap-tap-tappings of a woodpecker hunting for grubs in the trunk of a hardwood tree. Lathwi wanted them to go away so she could lapse back into a pain-free slumber, but they became louder and more persistent instead. Each new round nudged her closer to consciousness. “Come on, Lathwi! Wake up! We’re in trouble here.” She prised one eyelid open, then the other. The effort sent tiny brands of red lightning shooting through her head. She bit back a hiss and tried to focus on her surroundings, but all she could see was a fuzzy array of lumps and shadows. The nearest of these lumps reeked of human sweat and horses. She shifted toward it. In doing so, she discovered that her arms were tied behind her

