Twenty one
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DENI’S POV
How could the Scottish act so inhumane?
Bard was almost dead and so there was no point in saving him?
She didn’t care if Alaric was furious with her or if he punished her for being rude and disobedient to mean, but regardless of what happened, she needed to save Bard.
He was still alive and she could not give up on the dead
So when they had finally brought his body down, she set her head over his chest.
“He is still breathing.” She told him. “We can still save him.”
Then she examined his wound where he was badly bleeding.
It had begun to become infected.
“Are there any bee hives around?” She asked no one in particular. “Did anyone see any bee hives?”
Alaric snorted. “A bee hive for what wife?”
“Can someone just get me a bee hive?!” She asked. “The trees in the forest we just stepped out from were hollow and I saw a bit of caves in the ground. There should at least one beehive inside.”
They all stood there like she hangs just spoken.
“I need it now!” She snapped losing her patience. “Go!”
They didn’t ask what she wanted it for, but they all went off.
“And do be quick about it!”
She turned back to the man who was breathing slowly.
She was losing him.
“Just stay with me.” She pleaded.
A short while Richard came back running.
“I found two beehives!” He said holding them up.
“Thank you.” She said rising up to her feet.
He pushed the two to her.
“No i just need one.” She said and she collected it and smashed it on the ground.
“What the devil is she doing?” She heard Alaric complain.
She ignored her husband and looked up. “Please help me fetch some of the honey.” She pleaded to Richard.
And he did.
She rushed down to Bard’s body and pulled open the sword wound, exposing the infected wound.
“Now pour it very gently inside.” She ushered him.
Richard did as she told him and then the wound was filled with Honey.
Then she moved on to the wolf claw marks that had given him injuries and she did the same with them.
Then she quickly rushed up to where Angel was and she pulled out a needle and thread from her little sowing kit.
Thank Goodness she always had her needle fixed with a thread.
If not she would have lost her mind with anxiety trying to stick the thread in the needle.
She rushed back over Bard’s body.
“Help me secure the wound.” She said to Richard.
And soon they began to stitch the wound
She touched Bard’s for head and felt it begin to get warm.
“He is having a fever.” She said.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Richard asked.
“It is both.” She said. “He is responding to the treatment that’s why he is having a fever, but the fever can take control and kill him if we aren’t careful.”
Then she turned back to the other men. “Someone get me some Dutch drain leaves. Check in the bushes they should be there.”
She returned to seeing the wounds.
“I found them.” One of the men replied.
“Good now put them in water, soak them for a few seconds and squeeze out.” She instructed. “When you’re done it should be damp, bring it for me.”
The men stood still looking at her.
“What are you waiting for? Go on!” She snapped.
The man dumbfounded, turned and did as he was told.
When she was done with the stitches, she collected the leaves and placed it over bard’s head.
She sighed.
“Is there anything else than can be done?” Richard asked her.
She shook her head. “No, all we can do is wait.”
“It’s getting late, we can’t make camp.” Alaric said. “We have to move. If the enemies were here, then we could be facing more soon.”
She looked up at him. “I beg your pardon. But if we move, it’s going to interrupt his healing process. He needs to rest and let his body accept the healing or he will die.”
“It’s not safe.” He said.
“Don’t you think it would be better if we stayed because even if there are enemies, they would be waiting for us ahead.” She said reasonably. “They know that that would be our move and they will be waiting to sabotage us ahead.”
“You wife, are no warrior.” He said.
“I do not have to be a warrior to have some sense! And I have told you times before number, I have a name and it is Deni.” She hissed at him. “We have to stay here.”
“If we stay here, then we all could die.” He snapped as he walked over her.
She looked at him. “And I thought that the Scottish were noble men.”
She said it with such venom that he was taken aback and she knew he was beyond words furious at her.
She had pushed a button in him because his face had become a mask of anger.
But she refused to be bullied by him.
She turned her back on him and kept watch over Bard.
She thought he would perhaps strike her.
Once she had said those words everywhere had become quiet.
His shadow hovering over her.
She was scared yes. But she was not going to let him see.
“We’ll make tent.” He said to one of his men and he left the group.
She felt an instant relief, and took in a very deep breath.
The men didn’t say anything to her, but just turned around to set up for the night.
Richard gave her an encouraging smile before turning to leave.
She didn’t feel the least bit encouraged.
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