"You're fevered," Cherry said. "You should have told me you were wounded. Mark brought me when you wouldn't wake." She peeled the tatters of his shirt off and dusted powder in his wounds before sewing them up. She gave him a cup with water and a faint smell of herbs. Wolf drank it down and let the cup fall to the floor.

This time no dreams troubled his sleep.

***

Wolf woke and went downstairs to find some food. He was shocked at how weak he'd become. It was the ...