The Mists of Sorrow: The Morcyth Saga Book Seven Read Online Free PDF Page B

Delia
pats her on the knee. “So we’re not going all the way to Dragon’s
Pass?” she asks.
    James shakes his head. “No, you should be
safe once you’re within Merchant’s Pass,” he says.
    The sad and worried look comes to her face
again as she glances over to her brother.
    “He’ll be okay,” she assures him.
    “I know,” she replies sadly.
    Delia glances to James and says, “She’s
worried for her brother.”
    “Hey,” he says reassuringly, “We’ve been
through some tough situations before. I’m sure everything will turn
out alright.”
    “Besides,” offers Delia, “Aleya will be with
him.” That brings a smile to Tersa’s face. “How much of a risk will
he take with her along?”
    “You have a point,” she admits.
    At the mention of Aleya, they all turn to
watch them sitting on Jiron’s blanket together. Her head is lying
on his shoulder and his arm holds her tight.
    “I made her promise that if they were to
marry to wait until they returned to The Ranch so I could be her
maid of honor,” she tells them.
    “I doubt if that boy will ever ask her,”
Delia says. “It took Cassie to work on Tinok before he even thought
to ask.” Sadness comes over them at the mention of Cassie and
Tinok. Both lives have taken a definite turn for the worse. Cassie
died and Tinok is facing an unknown fate at the dark of the
moon.
    “We’ll see,” James says. Then to change the
subject he asks Delia, “What do you plan to do once you’re
back?”
    “Start up with trading again,” she says. “I
doubt if any trader over in Cardri knows half as much as I do about
what it’s like over here and what is needed. My wagons should still
be with Roland and hopefully the horses too. I told him he could
sell them if he needed to.”
    “I doubt very seriously if he’ll need money
that badly,” replies James. When he left, a bag of gems still
remained in the chest sitting in his room from the last expedition
to the cave under the Merchant’s Pass.
    “We’ll see,” she says. “May have to hire
more guards, though.” She then nods over to where the seven
recruits are congregating around the fire. “They may not be enough
in an emergency.”
    Giving out with a yawn, James stands up and
says, “This might be a good time to turn in. We still have a long
way to go.” He then turns and makes his way over to his bedroll. On
his way he lets everyone know it’s time for sleep. Lying down, he
hears the sound of the rest beginning to turn in.
    Next to him, Miko is already asleep. Still
worn out from the extensive healings he did back at the keep, not
to mention the grueling ride of the last two days, he turned in
some time earlier. His now familiar snores disturb the quiet of the
night.
    He lays there for awhile, unable to sleep
despite the fatigue he feels. Staring up at the night sky, he
stills his thoughts and begins to breathe deeply. This method of
calming his mind has at times aided him in falling asleep.
Gradually he sinks further toward sleep. Just before he completely
succumbs, Miko’s arm suddenly begins thrashing and strikes him in
the side.
    Jerked back into wakefulness, he grabs
Miko’s arm before it has a chance to strike him again. He can hear
him moaning and from the light of the campfire, sees his other arm
thrashing slightly.
    Sitting up, he takes his free hand and
places it on his friend’s chest. Shaking him slightly he says,
“Miko, wake up.” But he continues to thrash in whatever dream has
hold of him.
    Then from behind him a green glow suddenly
springs to life and Brother Willim moves toward them. “Do you feel
that?” the priest of Asran asks.
    “What?” asks James.
    “Something…” he says then trails off when he
sees Miko there on the ground, thrashing around slightly.
    Giving Miko a firmer shake James says a
little louder, “Wake up.”
    With a gasp, Miko sits up and quickly looks
around. Panting and sweating, his eyes finally settling on James.
“Oh man,” he says,