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himself out of the bed, only to feel a sharp pain in his

neck. He groaned. Willam walked in.

“You’ve suffered from severe hypothermia, and

we believe you may have contracted an illness. You’ve

beaten the odds of death, but right now, you just need

rest.”

“Wha abou da Indianz?” Bernard questioned,

realizing his lower lip had swollen to the size of a

chicken egg.

“We managed to hold them off with only a few

casualties, but I have a feeling that we haven’t seen the

last of them,” William said. “Just get some rest and try to

sleep. You’ve got a temporary exemption from hunting.

James Cornfon will cover for you. Just get some rest for

now,” he said as Bernard began to drift off.