Chapter 8
At the sound of Sarah stirring Daniel blinked, surfacing from his quiet meditation. He realised with surprise that several hours had passed. The sun stood high in the sky, yet he didn’t worry. He knew that had anything approached he would have known immediately. Stretching he smiled, feeling strengthened by his rest – almost as if he’d had a full night’s sleep.
Surprisingly the fire still burned, the pile of spare wood was significantly lower. Daniel could vaguely remember having added more wood without ever emerging from his tranquil state. He stretched his hands out to the fire, enjoying the warmth, and waited for Sarah to speak. After stirring she had gone quiet but Daniel knew she was awake, he could sense the change in her breathing, the tense way in which she held
