Chapter 10: Morvaine Is Found at the River's Edge

Breck found him.

I know this because Breck's voice woke me — not a shout, nothing so manageable as a shout, but a single sound that had no word in it, a sound that came up from somewhere below language, and which I understood before I was fully awake. I was on my feet with my coat pulled around me and the Shard already warm and wrongful against my chest, and outside the thin light was the particular grey of early morning that contains no warmth yet, the sky the colour of old pewter, the river somewhere below us catching it and giving nothing back.

We had made camp the previous evening on a flat shelf of ground above the Cael's eastern bank, where the ravine opened out and the river bent. It was a good camp by practical measure — defensible on two sides, fresh water within thirty feet, the prevailing wind taking our fire-smoke east and away. Cassian had chosen it. I had thought it a good choice.