Chapter 63
The last of the soldiers hitched their horses to the battering ram and rolled away some time ago.
I stand at the border between my courtyard and the rest of the world, unable to move forward and unable to go back.
The moon shines down on the forest outside my courtyard. In the center, it’s a mass so thick that even the moonlight has trouble penetrating. But it practically glows along the treetops and edges where the moonbeams seem to spear it.
Behind me, the silence is only broken by a loud snoring. Bronson lies in the middle of the path, facedown. He looks like a pile of coal under the moon. His breathing is steady and slow as he snores.
Apparently, he didn’t wake with the rest of them. Looking closer, I can see why.
He has a bump on his head. It’s swelling enough to look
