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Rollo set aside the bread. He'd eat it, but slowly. He needed time to adjust, more time than he had. Turning his head to examine the room, he surrendered. Pain became the rapids of a great river, tossing him about the rocks. He accepted it, drifted in the froth.
Five covenant mates lay on the floor, heads facing Dragon Stone. That left only nine from his covenant active to join the others, holding back the enemy from taking the last bit of earth from them, from their neighbors pouring in for shelter and protection. Barbarian ships carried the refugees and barbarian women and children across Drafty Sea to the closest island, Firespear Shelf.
He finished the bread, focusing his energy on accepting the pain. It was exhausting. He lay down he slept.
