"Nancy Springer - Isle 02 - The Silver Sun" - читать интересную книгу автора (Springer Nancy)

Alan bit into the precious bread. He scarcely noticed as

the blood-stiffened cloak was peeled away from his

wounded back. Hal carefully washed the sword stripes,

applied ointment from the jug, than laid on pads of cloth.

He bandaged these on with strips of cloth around Alan's

body and shoulders. Alan was surprised that he could not

eat much of the bread, but it did not matter. A blanket

was wrapped around him, and he slept.



It seemed only a few minutes later that he was awak-

ened by a gentle shaking. But it was after nightfall. A

small campfire was crackling nearby, and over it sat a

kettle from which issued a delicious aroma of meat.



"Can you sit up?" asked Hal. "Here, lean against this

tree." The blanket served as a pad for Alan's sore shoul-

ders. The fire warmed his bare legs. Hal filled a battered

metal dish with stew, and handed it to him, along with a

spoon and a cup of water.



Alan spoke with difficulty. "Hal, have you eaten?"
The other shook his head. "After you. There is only

the one bowl and spoon."



Alan ate eagerly. The venison, roots and berries