We returned to our camp in the caverns to a joyful reunion for both sets of brothers and relief from the old Niscian warrior monk. One look into his craggy old face and I could tell something was troubling him. I said nothing but waited for the old man to tell me what concerned him. Ursala leapt into my arms and kissed me on both cheeks, and I was pleased. But I saw in her face the telltale signs of a small child who had not slept well for several days. She was happy to see all of us and jumped into the arms of each to give them a hug and a kiss. But she did not say anything as to why she had not slept well.
We ate, told our tales of adventure, told them all about Rogarians raising an army of Iberian swordsmen, and warmed ourselves around a blazing fire deep within the caverns and far fro
