TWENTY-SIX
Justice knelt in the back of the four-wheel-drive, wincing each time it went over a bump, striving to keep Brother Owen still.
‘Sorry,’ Isaac called out from the driver’s seat as the vehicle slid sideways before righting itself. The torrential rain had stopped, but the slick mud it left on the badly maintained road made it difficult to navigate.
‘How much longer?’ Justice asked, eyeing the monk’s pale face. Eyes closed, breathing laboured, he’d given no indication he’d felt the bumps and jars of the trip.
‘We’re almost there. Just a bit farther.’
Justice wanted to be relieved, but with Brother Owen losing so much blood, any delay was too long. She only hoped the medics in Cadel were equipped to deal with this kind of injury. The wardens and most town security guards used st
