My chance came the next day, when Rolf trotted in as a wolf. He Changed to a man and sank down onto a stool in the corner, knife at his side. After winking at me, he leaned back and let his head droop against the wall. I’d seen him nap like this before, always in fits and spurts, as if he dared not sleep long.
When his eyes stayed closed, I slipped from the bed and hobbled to the corner. The long strip of leather he used to sharpen his knife lay on the stool. I took it and tied it around Rolf’s ankles, taking care not to jerk him. I crept back to bed. With any luck, Thorbjorn would enter and wake Rolf, who would try to rise and fall.
I giggled to myself. It was inspired, something Sorrel would do.
Minutes passed and I wanted to peek out at him. I resisted, growing drowsy. I woke when th
