Chapter 12 - Rejected
Prev | TOC | Next After closing yet another book with a soft snap, Lizel looked up at the sky. The moon had just passed overhead. Figuring it was about time to change shifts, he rose from his chair. In the end, nothing had happened. All Lizel had done was occasionally add more firewood to keep the fire from going out. And since the firewood was stacked right beside him, he hadn't even needed to take a single step away from his chair. Approaching without making a sound, he peered through the half-open carriage door. Inside, where a faint wash of moonlight filtered through, two men lay curled up beneath their blankets. They really are tall, Lizel thought as he climbed aboard, wondering how a carriage that should have been reasonably spacious could feel so cramped. He had been so careful that the only sound was a faint creak of wood, but one of the blanket-covered mounds shifted with a rustle. "...Time to switch?" Gil sat up and looked at Lizel, who was still on all fours ...