Light organised us inside an hour, and it was the most humiliating hour of my recent life.
He put the big one at the front with a length of bone he had sharpened into something, because a big man at the front makes everyone behind him walk faster. He put Bren second.
The young one went in the middle where he could be reached from two sides. The wyvern took the flank on its good leg. Devant went wherever he wanted and nobody argued about it.
He put me at the back with Ilse, because a man carrying somebody is no use to anyone in a fight.
"You're enjoying this."
He tightened a strap across the young one's chest without looking up.
"I am enjoying doing something correctly for the first time in a month. Yes."
The fourth one, the one who had been at the wall, walked between Bren and the big man with a hand on each of his arms. He walked when they walked. He stopped when they stopped. He had said nothing since he opened his eyes and I was starting to accept that he might not.
