He had no idea how long he slept. Curtains were drawn across the window in the bedchamber, but it looked to be daylight outside. He could hear Will moving about in another room. He wanted to go back to sleep, but more than anything he needed to piss. He pushed himself into a sitting position, then had to lay back and recover. A quick glance around the room revealed nothing that looked like a chamber pot, so the damned thing was probably under the bed. He closed his eyes. Standing up and then bending over would most likely render him unconscious again. It looked like he was left with few options. Get on his knees and look for it and risk passing out, piss himself, or ask for help.
“Marsden,” he bellowed after a brief consideration of the embarrassment of laying in his own piss either in th
