Chapter 5The campfires hissed and spat, waking Rune to a chorus of bellows from the ships. The sun's light beat down on him, blinding him before he opened his eyes. With a start, he sat up and turned toward the edge of the wood, where Kallan's bedroll lay untouched.
Frustration heated his blood as he mumbled a selection of curses and clambered to his feet. The camp was empty save for a handful of warriors who loaded the last of the provisions onto the ships. A soldier rolled the last barrel up the gangplanks as a warrior barked an order at those who raised the masts. The wind was primed and eagerly whipped the rigging about.
Taking up Gramm, Rune sauntered to the barrel of water and empty basin still resting on its edge where he had left it last night. Scooping up a bowl full, Rune scrub
