After a while, I managed to walk without leaning on Gosto. My recovery was picking up speed faster than before but I was still lightheaded and unsteady on my feet. Gosto kept asking how I felt, even though it was him I was more concerned about. Some of his wounds were still open and bleeding, and that alone was enough to tighten the knot of worry inside me.

What if Alighiero knew about the tunnels?

What if his warriors found us again?

If that happened, I’d have no choice but to rely ...