Dawn Treader Valley sufrimiento

three days? four? two, at least. silvertongue lay in the cave, brought medicine and food, water if she wished it. though she had not wanted to know, idle listening suggested their names. first, the three men deferred to the woman who had scarcely left her side. @Andromache. their names appeared to be @Faustus, @Euryalos, and nikolaos. the last two spoke only the language that carried its hint of familiarity. silvertongue kept from them all, and thought so fiercely upon wren that dawn brought her up and from the cave, taking two steps in the direction of the rising sun valley before pain dumped her into a hissing tumble, a loud swearing shouted in español on the corner of a sob.