C214 The Siege!

On the twelfth day of the siege, the sun rose, a distant orb in the winter sky, lacking the intensity of summer's blaze or the coolness of autumn's embrace.

Zopyrus slowly opened his eyes to the weary visage of Daphne.

"Sir, you're awake!" As Zopyrus stirred, Daphne approached with a bowl of steaming porridge in hand.

"Where did this rice come from?" Zopyrus inquired