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CHAPTER ELEVEN

  525 A.D.

  I rolled from the comfort and warmth of my bed greeted by the smell of freshly cooked sausage and biscuits. Splashing some cold water on my face, I stared at the figure before me in the mirror. The bags under my eyes were hardly noticeable. The night’s sleep had done me some good. I felt physically rested and relaxed for the first time in the last few days. My body had almost totally adapted to the super-jet lag I had been experiencing from my time travel.

  Mentally, I was still a little behind. A million things ran through my mind. Ok, not really a million things, more like five, maybe six. Forgive my hyperbole.

  Brady and my mother would have been appalled. They hate it when I exaggerate. “Just say what you mean, Eli,” my mother is always telling me. Brady typically just smacks me on the back of my head. I would have welcomed a smack from my brother right now. I grinned thinking about him.

  “The box does not weigh a ton, Eli,” he would complain. “It’s heavy but it doesn’t weigh a ton.” Sometimes I said stuff like that just to mess with Brady and get him riled up. I had to find to him.

  “Sorry, Bro,” I whispered to the ceiling and returned my attention to the mirror. I inhaled deeply and considered the five or six things rattling around inside my head. The smell of breakfast being cooked coincided nicely with the first item on my mental list — food. I threw on my shirt, grabbed my pack, and headed for the door. I could eat a horse.