Chapter 16
'A dominus can show no weakness.' Arlyn's words kept ringing through Steigan's head.
Leaning heavily on the branch he'd picked up for a walking stick, he stayed ahead of Martias. Mist swirled around his feet, sometimes getting as deep as his knees. Occasional vines tangled around his ankles threatening to trip him. His chest felt so tight and unable to get air. He huffed loudly, gasping for breath, while sweat poured down his face. He had to stay in front of Martias to keep his worsening condition from the centaur.
“How long have we been traveling?” Martias asked.
“Most of the afternoon.” The words barely came out of his dry mouth. “We better start looking for shelter for the night.”
“You have no clue it's nearly dark, do you?” Martias put a hand on Steigan's shoulder. “Are
