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Sadly, baths would not be a luxury they would enjoy any time soon.

Once they were all gathered again Krem led them through the night until the sky turned purple and dawn seemed imminent.

"This is where we'll hold up." He told them when they landed on a small island surrounded by the shallow waters of the swamp. On this island stood a ancient tree, the giant roots of which would serve as a barrier to prying eyes, should a patrol pass by. Down here it was unlikely but it was still better to be safe than sorry.

Helian dismounted Bucky and discovered that everything hurt. His clothes as well as those of everyone else who had been in the water, had dried stiff thanks to to caked on muck of the morass. Not only that but they smelled of the algae and fungus that thrived in such waters.

Kashya had to not only endure the chafing clothes but also her fur, which had bits of dried mud everywhere, and were she to pull it off, she would take fist-fulls of fur with it.

Helian seemed utterly miserable. Not only had he lost his horse. But everything that was on it. His clothes, his tent, his bedroll, all his pots, pans and everything else he used to cook: gone. He sat by the water looking a bit lost while Dancer licked him clean. At least that was sort of nice. Even if the sensation wasn't exactly pleasant.

Lysilde told them that they could not have a fire because the smoke would maybe alert a Laumer patrol, even in this seemingly uninhabited place of the occupation zone. Now that they weren't allowed to have cooked dinners she went around giving everyone dried summerfruits. It was a sweet, juicy fruit she had bought in Ud Hleryn. Even dried it was still delicious.

The morning light broke but most of them would presumably be dead tired. So while plenty of people this side of the world woke up, for the covenant it was time to go to bed soon.