Month: January 1999

There Ought To Be Some Magic

“More wounded from the south wall — burns and punctures.”

It seemed like he’d just gotten comfortable against the cool stone pillar. He sighed heavily, and levered himself up from the floor. “Orderly: Cold water and hot, tallow, soap, clean bandages.”

It had been a long night, and today didn’t look like it was going to get much better. The proper place to be in a siege is on the outside, he’d always thought — or better still, long miles away — but he kept getting caught inside. Ah well; it could be worse; I could be on the walls. He grimaced at the thought, stretched, and glanced through the door into the courtyard.