TWENTY-THREE
For a moment, Rosa almost regretted putting the knight into an enchanted sleep, but she banished the thought as quickly as it had come. She needed to take out his stitches and check how his bones were healing, instead of wasting time arguing with him.
Pledging himself in service to her, indeed! That had been the mead talking, more than the man. The only thing she could possibly use help with was killing the wolf, and what use was a man with a sword against an entire wolf pack?
But he hadn't been wearing a sword when she found him. Just the empty sheath. Oh, and he'd had a bow and quiver strapped to his back. Speaking about size, she'd never seen a bow so big. Taller than he was. She couldn't imagine how much strength it would take to draw such a thing, and he would need t
