Patrick woke still strapped to the table. The sounds of breaking camp came from outside the tent. The big slave came in to collect him. The man looked at the bloody corpse that was once the surgeon and nodded. He lifted Patrick from the table and took him to the Surgeon's tent. Patrick saw the soldiers in white formed up in tight formation. The two guards who had met him at the edge of camp came to the tent.

"We have the pleasure of guarding you," the one said. "Don't try to ...