Chapter 87: Duty, Part 3
"We're sailing to the sea?" That confirmed he was not being sent home. Going by river would shave days off his journey home, but only if they stopped at the right port. Sailing past it and heading all the way out to sea what had he missed while he slept? Where was Waldemar sending him?
He would know soon enough, no point in standing around speculating. Standing, Kristof rolled his shoulders and until the mail settled comfortably into place. "How long did I sleep?"
"Nearly two days, Your Grace."
No one had woken him? If there was work to be done, why leave him to sleep? He would have managed; he certainly had in the past. His mother had little patience for people who held still too long.