Within the late hours of the night Awiergan sat up and was still awake.
The house was dark and the hearth was hot, but Awiergan felt cold.
Sitting upon his bed he intertwined his fingers and stared deep into the dark reaches of the night. He kept thinking, and thinking, and thinking.
His wife lay sound asleep nearby, she had not once noticed his restlessness that has been gripping her husband of late. Yet in the days he would sleep long.
