Urgon tossed and turned as he slept. In his dreams, he hid in the darkness, fearing discovery, although what was after him was difficult to fathom. He awoke with a start, the furs soaked with sweat, and Shular bending over him, concern on her face.
“Are you unwell?” she asked.
“No,” he replied. “Why?”
“The sun has been up for some time, and you have yet to rise. To sleep for so long is most unlike you. I fear you may be coming down with something.”
“I found it difficult to get comfortable.”
“In that case, I think it best to cast a spell or two if only to ward off any illness.”
He was, in fact, tired due to his nighttime exertions, but to admit so would be to put an end to his endeavours. Arguing with his mother was useless, so he simply nodded, then stifled a yawn as he watched her i
