Vader got out of bed and tried to move his body. His back didn't hurt at all. "It seems the Lord Knight was right. The wound would heal by itself." Vader thought so himself.
"How do you feel?" asked Cacusim. "I think you should take more rest."
"I'm OK. I worked well yesterday, didn't I?" Vader put on his old coat, and stuck his feet into the cold boots. "The sooner I start working for them, the earlier I can receive my share of oatmeal. I can't always rely on you. Your bowl of oatmeal isn't enough for the two of us."
