20
When I opened my eyes, my head was foggy. My ass hurt. My body was being dragged.
I felt strong arms come underneath me and drag me up and away. I looked up into the stern face of Geraint.
For a moment, my brain protested. I was certain he was dragging me to Erwen to give me as ransom. But he dragged me back towards the castle doors.
"That was stupid," he said.
"Stupid? Ballsy? I have trouble distinguishing the two."
"We don't have time for jokes," he said. "Get on your feet. We need every man."
I played his words back in my head and then my face split into a grin. "Did you just call me a man?"
That had to be high praise coming from him.
"I'm sure you'll do something even stupider to make me eat those words shortly." Geraint handed the blunt end of my grandfather's sword to me.
