I feel myself gently hit the ground, as I hear someone say
"Stoke up the fire and heat more water, quick as you can, " Was that Moss? Did we make it to the tent? I hear more voices as my padded tunic is ripped off. I feel the broken arrow in my chest being prodded, she speaks again.

"You were in the maze too?" another bout of talking that I can't understand. I try to open my eyes but to no avail. Suddenly I feel a flask put to my lips and mead poring down my dry throat. I lift my hands to grab hold of it and drink until the mead stops coming out of the flask. My hands seem to drop back down as I cough up some of the mead still working its way down.

Moss says something to someone; all I catch is the other person's name, Nessa. Then I feel someone grab my arms, and hold me to the ground. "I can't even feel my arms any more, so you're wasting your strength." I tried to say, but all that came out was a bit of moaning, coughing, and muttering.

The arrow in my right leg is being pulled out, I am conscious and aware of the pain, but I don't feel it. As if it were happening to someone else. Next the arrow in my shoulder, then in my stomach, then the broken one in my shin. After each arrow, I feel something go in afterwards to probe the wound. The last arrow, the broken one in my chest, she must not have been aware it was broken near the tip. I feel it being gently coaxed out of my chest, then the remaining shaft snapped off while it was being pulled out.

As someone probes the wound, I feel the broken shaft being prodded, then gently pulled out. Someone goes into the arrow wound again, finds the arrow tip, gently grabs it, and pulls it out. Then I feel myself in, water? Yes, cool sweet water.

"Am I floating?"

"Yes."

"Am I dead?"

"Not quite yet, brave warrior. Your friend on the other hand, I'm not quite sure what his fate will be."