Snippet #1959371

Myra barely comprehended what was going on. She was lifted and then moving. Owen followed Ephram's horse as if they were tethered together and once they arrived back at the camp he moved towards the stable but did not enter. Instead the stallion paced and pawed at the ground as if waiting for someone to come and tell him his rider was alright.

Myra felt warm. Her lungs once heavy and burning, struggling to move and bring oxygen in slowly began to loosen. She could see light behind her eyelids. Her breathing started in great heaving moments and as her body began to feel more normal it slowed and steadied.

Myra coughed and began to move in the bed. Her eyes opened and she found Anna May standing over her. “I...the spy he got away...had to.” She coughed a bit more. Her breathing was normal again and she pushed herself upright. “Thank you.”

She knew the dwarven woman healed her, had known she was doing poorly when she was on the road. “Truly Anna, thank you.” There was someone at the door of their tent. They were being summoned to Ephram's tent.

Myra sighed. She smelt of soot and ash but this couldn't wait.

She exited the tent, stopping at the stable to calm Owen. The horse rubbed his nose roughly into her shoulder. “I know, I know. I am sorry. I am fine my friend.” She stroked his nose. He was set for the night and Myra stood at the door of Ephram's tent. A deep breath and she entered.

He asked if anyone knew what happened. Myra relayed the story about him finding her, the ruse she used to get him talking, what she learned of why he was a spy and the information about the tunnel that he was carrying. She also stated that it was Mark who had set the fire in an effort to escape.

Her hands played with her braid. “I had to let him leave. He had family in danger and he was so desperate that there was no way to stop him.”