but

a moment. Someone touched her shoulder and she jerked awake. Surely she hadn't been asleep—but it was almost dark. Torches burned in the yard; lamps, in the stable itself. A private in black and white held a steaming bowl and mug toward her. She tried to gather her wits as she reached for them; he grinned and turned away.
The stew was hot and savory. Paks ate hungrily. As she finished, she saw the surgeon making his rounds of the wounded. She had not realized before how many there were. He came to her at last.
"You're to stay down. I told the sergeants."
"But the Duke—"
"Not until morning. He's staying with Captain Ferrault for now. I'll have someone help you clean mvtt