Anna shifted slightly in her sleep. Tempus raised his head, looking longingly at his sleeping mistress, and then put his head back down. He was lying on the end of the bed, and it shifted slightly. Sophie wrung out the cloth, dipped it back in the cool water, then laid it gently on the brow of the princess.
The door opened quietly, and Gerald peered in, "How's she doing?"
"She's no better," the maid returned, "though no worse. She spends the time asleep."
"Perhaps it's better this way, at least she's not fidgeting. I was afraid she'd reopen the wound."
It had taken two days before they had decided to move her and then another day to get her to the village of Kinsley. The baron had immediately made his manor house available. Anna had been carefully placed in the great bed, and now there
