Chapter 14Yeorson roused the camp early the following day. He was in a foul mood, his night having been racked by grim and fearful dreams, and he had no hesitation in venting his ill humour indiscriminately amongst his men.
Noting his mood, most of the men knew from experience that it was best to bear his conduct in silence. Meirach, however, opening his eyes to see his immediate neighbour being kicked awake, purposefully drew his knife from under his rough blanket and pointed it at his leader.
The two men held each other’s gaze. Meirach’s demeanour radiated his clear intention, regardless of consequences, to skewer Yeorson if he chose to bring his bruising feet any closer. After a long moment, Yeorson snarled, ‘Shift yourself, Meirach, we’ve got work to do,’ and turned away.
Despite th
