CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTReturn to Forlornn
I awoke on the floor of a strange room, lying still as my mind tried to understand the peculiar swaying motion. Cobblestones made a rough mattress and the cold seeped through my soaked breeches. An irritating draught whispered around my ears, calling me back to consciousness despite my best efforts to resist it. A single torch high on the curved wall offered a flickering light. It appeared near the end of its useful life. My eyes hurt in their sockets as something moved on my left and my head jerked towards it.
Pushing myself into a sitting position, I saw Limah. Once upright, I realised the sea sickness was internal. A rush of nausea made me groan and I clapped a hand over my mouth.
“You’re fine,” Limah said. “It’ll pass.” He sat on the ground nex
