The knight cradles the boy, bringing him back to consciousness. "Child," he cries, "speak to me child!"
Cot's eyes slowly open. "Sir Wyce?" he mumbles.
Are you injured? Can you wiggle your fingers and toes?
Thank the green nothing’s broken. Here, take a sip of this.
[Sir WYCE gives the boy his canteen. COT takes a sip]
Thank you, I feel better.
[Sir WYCE stands walks over to his horse]
Take a minute to catch your breath, but you must do so quickly. They’ll have realized you’re gone by now. There will be men out looking for us.
The story is really moving now. The setting has been carefully laid out, the mood and tone established. Maybe with more words on the page, I won't have to be so vociferous down here. Perhaps I'll let the story speak for itself. Perhaps I'll just shut up now. Any minute now. Sure.