Cadeyrn awoke the second he heard someone coughing, but after he heard Lenore speaking to Reid, he decided that there was no threat. Going back to sleep, Cadeyrn had a nightmare.
He was staggering out of the surf on a stinking hot day. The humidity was so high that it felt like he was drinking the air. As Cadeyrn stood, up he saw one of his mates staggering out of the water. Going as fast as he could, Cadeyrn made his way towards his friend, in order to help him. His friend suddenly collapsed, and Cadeyrn broke out into a run, sprinting the hundred metres or so between him and his mate. The friend was alright, just severly dehydrated and exhausted. Cadeyrn was going to have to find some water and some food. No, wait, shelter was the main thing. Or was it water? Cadeyrn decided to go for the water.
It was three days later when the first rider appeared, just in sight. Cadeyrn and his cobber stood up and hollered for all they were worth, but the rider just rode on. Three days after this incident, the mob arrived. They total forty in all and were a mounted unit, with no slaves as back up. An arrow thudded into the tree beside Cadeyrn and he and his friend were forced to flee. For three days and nights they held out, until lack of sleep, food and their long ordeal at sea caught up with them.
Imagine their surprise to find that their captors were women who had very low opinions of men. Cadeyrn fought when he and his friend were cornered, despite the fact that his opponents were women. On woman was killed, and Cadeyrn was immeadiately subjued. The leader of the group strode forward and raised her sword for the killing blow, but was stopped by on who seemed to be in the lowest esteem. Cadeyrn's saviour walked with a severe limp and was scorned by the others, but yet she saved his life. This was, to Cadeyrn's way of thinking, the true meaning of compassion.
Suddenly the scene changed and Cadeyrn was on a battle field. All around him were corpses, some killed by bolts that had smashed through other men, others killed by musket balls. A man equal in Cadeyrn's height, but much fresher and not even wounded stepped forward to meet Cadeyrn's challange. They fought for so long that Cadeyrn was barely able to stand. The other man raised his sword to kill Cadeyrn.
Cadeyrn awoke full of terror, something that he had felt only once before in his life. Opening the trapdoor a crack, Cadeyrn saw that it was just begining to lighten up. He had overslept.
"Alright everyone, let's go."