Chapter 41: Beggars
When Ewan woke up again, he discovered the time was one p.m, the next day.
But it was okay, because Sandro had informed him of the possible deep sleep yesternight, after giving him the cup of bitter vegetable juice Athena had provided for him to drink.
Ewan could see the reason for the bitter juice which had also served as medicine.
If he felt better yesterday, he felt at his best today.
His muscles were not weary, nor was there a carpenter striking a hammer in his head.
His mind was clear and sharp, and his heart was in pristine condition.
Ewan inhaled calmly and deeply.
When was the last time he breathed this freely? When was the last time his lungs accepted oxygen without emitting pain?
He had a lot to thank Athena for.
Where would he start? What gifts would she accept?
He looked around his room. There was not a sign of anybody.