“My darling,” she whispered. “You get well soon now. I shall visit every day until you recover and be waiting when you come home.”
He stirred and opened his eyes. They lit up when he saw her.
“Darling, how do you feel?” She leaned over and embraced him.
“A bit addleheaded, as if I imbibed too much cheer.” His words came slow and unsteady. “I don"t remember knocking my head but there"s a knot the size of my fist on my brainpan.”
“Did a physician see you?” She smoothed hair from his forehead.
“Aye, the bishop summoned his. He said I need a few days" rest.” He glanced round. “Are a few days up yet?”
“Nay, it was only yesterday. How did you get here? The bishop said you sought my kin.”
“Bess told me to come here,” he said. “It was during the river crossing that the barge foundered. It h
