“Whose bed have I got?” she asked.
“Mine, as a matter of fact. Why?”
“And what are you going to do? You won’t have enough things if you give me all these.”
“Yes, we shall. One of us, if not two, will be up in the valley watching all night in case the Shamans try to come out of the gate. They won’t get far if they do, though,” I added to reassure her.
Then I tidied up the tent, and finally brought her Forsyth’s medicine.
“The doctor sent you this to make you sleep. He says you’re to go to sleep now.”
She drank it without a murmur.
“Is the tall fair man a doctor?”
“Yes,” said I.
“And what are you?”