He could have felt wonderfully fine rolled in the blankets with the cold rain pattering on the walls outside.

But he was chosen for the first watch, and his time would come later.
Ned was posted at a broken door that led to the extension in which the horses were sheltered.

The remaining sentinels, three in number, including the Ring Tailed Panther, were stationed in different parts of the building.

The boy from his position in the broken doorway could see into the room where his comrades slept, and, when he looked in the other direction, he could also see the horses, some of which were now lying down.
It was all very still in the old convent.

So deep was this silence that Ned began to fancy that he heard the breathing of his sleeping comrades.
It was only fancy.