Katherine dipped a cloth in lukewarm water and washed Sir Gregory’s bare chest. He had not yet regained consciousness, but he’d murmured a little. She hoped he would awaken soon.
She dipped the cloth in the water again, gently bathing his neck and face. A large reddish bruise had appeared under his left ribcage. No doubt where the lance had connected with his armor. Other than that he had a bump on the back of his head the size of a small bird’s egg.
Katherine had prepared a paste of herbs and oils to apply to the bump to keep the swelling down. She reached for the small wooden mixing bowl she’d used to crush the herbs and mix it.
Gregory’s hand shot out and closed around her wrist.
Startled, Katherine jumped. His eyes were open, though somewhat dazed, and he was sitting up in the bed.
