Chapter 28
A loud rapid knock and the words, “Get up, you slug!” nearly made Thomas fall out of his bed, convinced he was going to have to run off in the middle of the night again. Instead, the early morning sun was shining in through the window, filling the room with pleasant golden light and nearly blinding Thomas’s freshly opened eyes.
“What is it?” Thomas asked, struggling to his feet and grabbing for his breeches. “What’s the matter?”
“Matter?” said George from the other side of the door. “There’s no matter. It’s time to get up.”
Thomas squinted out the window, then back to the door. “It’s just after dawn.”
“Aye, and since I’m up, you get to be up, too.”
Thomas groaned, pulled the breeches up, and stumbled the foot and a half distance to the door. His body, though nowhere near a
