"And where's that?" asked Demetrios. But Eodan had closed the door
again. The cabin was smoky and foul after the deck. He wondered if he
could really smell the human agony that seeped up from the rowers' pit.
Flavius opened an eye. "Have you foreseen you might get sick from the
waves?" he asked amiably.
"I have foreseen kicking your ribs in!" grated Eodan.
Flavius nodded at Hwicca, who had also awakened. She sat up with chin
on knees and shivered. "Do you see, my dear, it is too much to expect
that I should be released if we ever get into Aquitania," he murmured.
"It would be asking more of your husband than one may even ask of a
god."
Hwicca gave Eodan a forlorn glance. He laid himself upon a mattress
near her. "You will swear he shall have his life, will you not?" she
asked fearfully.