Amra #3: An excerpt

When
Hurvus returned it was full dark. He’d obviously filled his skin
while he was out. His hands had stopped trembling. He brewed a willow
bark tea for the boy and forced it down his throat, then put some
foul-smelling plaster on my cheek and a liniment on my hands. Then we
ate, he and I. Black bread, clam soup from a clay pot, a quarter
wheel of a young gray cheese. When it was plain that