7
A Quest for Power
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D
ull gray light filtered through the tent canvas and woke him.
Ewan sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Outside, he could hear talking. Throwing on a shirt, he stepped out of the tent and stretched. The raw pain in his shoulder has lessened, but it was extremely sore.
The servants were busily serving breakfast. Drith approached him with a wooden bowl. It was topped to the brim with roasted potatoes and eggs.
Ewan joined Danton and Colm and devoured his breakfast. The air was cool, and the sky was overcast with gray clouds. The heavens looked as dreary as Ewan felt.
“I heard about what happened last night,” Colm said. “I’m glad you’re all right.”
“Me too,” Ewan said. “When you’ve finished breakfast, I’d like to see the area from your story.”
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