A couple days later, Alan had to go deliver something to Big Thor when he and Faithful discovered the enemy attempting a surprise attack. He ordered the next nearest sentries to sound the alarm and I raced over to Raoul's horse and began saddling it. I looked at Courage and, pointing to the tent, said, "Either stay in there or stay up at the waterfalls. Just stay away from the fighting." Courage trotted away quickly.
Raoul came over and said, "I can't tell you to stay from this battle, can I?" I glared at him and said, "Someone's got to help you protect Jon. That's what they're here for—to kill Jonathon." He nodded and Alan and I soon joined the others. Duke Roger came, after those of us in this camp had driven the Tusiane forces back to the river.
Alan went off in search in Big Thor, and I followed him, and said, "Maybe Big Thor knows where that traitor, Jem, is." Alan nodded quietly. Then we found Big Thor and watched as the Black God came and took him away—I shivered because, if anything, the Black God terrified me. Alan passed out and when he woke up, three days later, I said, "Nice to see you awake again. I was beginning to wonder if you were dead." Alan smacked me and I yelled, "Quit hitting me, Alan!" Jon, Faithful, Raoul, and Courage all laughed. Then Raoul said, "I wouldn't be talking if I were you, Fabie, since you just woke up ten minutes ago." I glared at him.