Chapter Three – The Shadows of the NightUsher shivered, sneezed and then wiped a long smear of snot on the grass beside him before returning his attention to the hawthorn branch.
'It's going to rain again,' observed Cal, his voice as gloomy as the weather. 'Do you think we have enough dry wood for the fire later?'
'Wood we have. All we need is to catch something to cook over it and we'll be sorted for tonight.' Meryn pulled his line in, inspected the offered worm, and then cast it out into the pond again. Thunder rumbled in the distance and a breeze chased ripples across the surface of the pond.
'I don't remember the last time that I wasn't miserable,' said Cal, then sniffed loudly, 'my fingers are too cold to tie this stupid thing. Usher…'
'In a minute, I'm nearly done.' Usher sneezed
