31 Barin
Barin wakes and freezes in his bed, looking up at the cot above him Where am I? His head is pounding. He sits up slowly and massages his temples. His shirt is soaked with sweat, and slowly he remembers where he is.
“The dinner bell just rang. Did you hear it?” someone calls from a few beds up as they tuck the blankets in around the edges of the thin mattress.
“Oh thanks. No, I didn’t hear it,” Barin says, swinging his legs around. Images still dance behind his eyelids. Images of running, his heart pounding, Ezra on his tail, Alois lying face down in the mud and slop of the street. He shakes his head to clear the images from his brain.
He looks around himself again at the long line of beds, realizing most people are pulling on boots. Well, I guess I am all ready to go, he thi
