The air was still wet, and no light were yet to be seen, for the sun had not yet risen. But outside the room was busy with noises of people hustling about. Inside the room, nothing much could be seen except for two other beds with two boys: Jama and Jorma. Ardeth got up, he judged that it was nearing dawn, and soon lady Jor would call for them. He walked over to the side of his bed and picked up his sword that he had gotten from the boat. That incident was three years ago, but he remembered every detail of it. ‘Jama, Rhogan, Jorma!’ Lady Jor cried out from outside the room. ‘Get up!’ ‘Really?’