Karon was up before the sun cleared the ridge above them fixing their breakfast.  He had no doubt the healer would be up soon, and most likely, the prisoner would follow.  Then the guards left to keep an eye on them, would require them to break camp and follow to where the Warlord waited.  That was a trip Karon was not looking forward to making.

The porridge was thickening over the fire when Saphiron emerged from the tent walking stiffly in the morning chill.

“He slept with you,” Karon commented.

“Yes, I think he thinks I’m someone else.  He kept muttering things and one word kept repeating.”

“A name?”

“Possibly.”

“Did he… you know… last night?”

Saphiron gave Karon a look that said he was asking things that were too personal, so Karon turned back to stirring their breakfast.

 

TBC…