Monday: (cleaning/packing day)
Tuesday: (traveling day)
Wednesday: Two blurry, bloody rocks lay near him. He reached out a shaking hand. Nay, one rock only. Pain hazed and doubled his vision.
Thursday: Even with his blurred vision, he could see the trees thinning, and then they parted altogether to allow him a foggy image of men and horses milling about beneath the walls of Sir Triston’s castle.
Friday: “Saints, man, where have you been?”
Saturday: Perhaps it was pride, but this was one part of the night’s story he did not wish to confess to Gunthar.