Abyrae

CHAPTER FOUR: HUNT The blood on Erylandes' hands unsettled him. Farren could tell by the way he held them at waist level, half cupped. Sitting back on his heels, Farren pointed his stained knife toward a patch of grass. "If you vomit, do it over there." Erylandes didn't move. "I'm all right." "Yeah, well, you don't look it." Farren went back to his butchery. Where Erylandes saw death, Farren saw fresh venison, to supplement the scanty rations doled out by the quartermaster. Food did not appear out of thin air for everyone. The other three soldiers in their hunting party showed more sympathy. "Here, boy, use my canteen to rinse off," said