Chapter Eleven
When Argo finally awoke he looked around in despair. The light streaming in through the window wasn't evening light. Curses! He'd slept till the next morning. He pushed aside the blankets and got out of bed. "Have a good sleep?" Argo jumped, and spun around. His brother Chaim was standing in the doorway of his room.
"Hello brother," Argo muttered. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
Chaim shrugged. "Father said not to, anyway you wouldn't have slept for two days if you weren't dead tired."
Argo's jaw dropped. "WHAT!?!"
"You slept for two days. Can I come in?"
"Yes." Argo sullenly sat down on his bed. He didn't particularly want to talk to his brother right now. He was even beginning to doubt Chaim was his brother. They were just to different. Argo wanted to go find Petra, and talk to her. They'd had fun together, she had enjoyed his company, and he had enjoyed hers. Which was more than he could say of most everyone else. They'd talked and laughed together. He'd helped her with her work in the field, and he'd taken her for a ride on his horse. She'd shown him things that he hadn't even know had existed. Like slaves, whips, shackles, and gallows.
Then the time that his father had given him to be away had run out. He had to return, but he couldn't leave Petra, not with all the horrors in her world.