Seizing the sheath with the other hand, that the pallet had dropped from.
Another struck him in the chest, knocking him to the pallet.
He squatted down beside Chiara's pallet and knew there could be no hope for him.
That night a child was born to Julia, on a pallet of dried grass and prowler skins.
He took the clothes up to his room, and hid them under the pallet.