Dru gradually came to her senses. She felt a deep straw mattress underneath her, and down-stuffed cover swaddling her. The room, wherever she was, was warm. She remembered being in a feverish sweat – perhaps the night before? But now the warmth was a comfortable, homey sort that came from good tight walls and a thick thatch roof and a well-banked fire. She opened her eyes, and looking up dreamily, saw there was indeed a thatched roof above her, close to her head as her bed was tucked under the eaves of an attic. There was light too, from a south-facing glass window. She smelled food and became aware of a deep pang in her belly. She shifted in bed to sit up and felt a shock of pain run up her left side.
“Urgh,” she grunted through clenched teeth. “Oh!” She cried then, remembering the devil
