Chapter Fifteen.
“Awake, Gil?” said a voice by me, and I started up to see that Brace was seated close by me, with his elbow upon his knee and his chin resting in his hand.
“Yes,” I said. “Have I been asleep long?”
“About seven or eight hours, my lad.”
“Oh, why didn’t you rouse me?” I cried.
“Because there was no work for you to do, and it was better for you to have a good long rest ready for when I want you. Come and have some breakfast—such as it is.”
“Can’t I wash first?” I asked.
He laughed.
“No, my lad. There is the river below us yonder, and you can see the barracks, what is left of them.”