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above them all, with the sky over him him, giving them orders as I dreamed in my pounding numbness. I wanted to sleep, oh, please god, let me sleep oh, please send me away, send me to sleep, sleep in death was my sleep, only then could I rest that Druid was there

Arthur said something to him in a terrible aching way, "You will make him live!" and then he was gone and I was crying if he went, I would never see him again, and the world would end in coldness and winter and pain

I felt myself moving, they lifted me from the ground where I lay, I screamed at them to release me, to leave me I begged for Arthur I begged for him, over and over they took me away.

Where I was it was beyond dreams, I felt only things, felt only pain, it was still there, that pain, it wouldn't let me sleep and when I opened my eyes, it was so dark, but I wasn't dead

I was lying on something sharp, sharp and dull at the same moment, intense dullness; they had put me on a rock, those bastards, and I struggled to sit up, I struggled in it, that stinking bog that I could smell, they had laid me down on a rock that stuck into my shoulder.

I was sick moving made me sick and I spat it out like filth in my mouth and I looked for help I thought I was still, but I was moving rocking, jarring, stinging, I was going to spew, but it wouldn't come, I was so hot I could feel the sweat on my skin, I could smell myself blankets were on me, I looked for help, and there I saw him he was unmistakable, he always was, even in my dream, the fog in my eyes, he was unmistakable. He was crouching by a small window and looking out, where beyond I saw a tiny gap of sky oh God! Oh God! That sky! Who made that sky? It was the strangest colour everything was strange the sky was a blue that came with sunset, not blue streaks of black clouds and stars.

I heard myself groan, grunt, "There's a rock under me! It's in my back"
He turned and came to me, took my hand; I looked into him there were signs of agony on him; in his ebony eyes but I cared nothing for that, or him, I only wanted the rock taken away so I could rest.

He touched my face, then my brow, then ran a hand back through my hair.
"Rest still," I think he said. Or sleep still, but to his words, I cried out, "There's a rock, take it away!"

"There's no rock, we wouldn't put you on a rock. You're in a wagon and we're going north to Ebrauc, do you think you can make it? You must, you must, Darfod has tied off the blood you lost so much blood. Bedwyr" then he made some kind

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