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County of Warrick
Western Barony of Parse
The Breck Farm
Sunrise:
"Walton Briggs," he said.
Nalla listened to the man's explanation as she continued with his care. She knew of Princess Ranna, of course; who didn't? And she knew of the Wailing Woods Highwaymen, too; who around here didn't? They were thought of as many different things by the locals, from scoundrels and murders to benevolent heroes.
The injured man before Nalla would probably have put them in the former category for having put a bolt in his side. The young, naïve Camilla would position them nearer to the latter, though. This past spring, the Highwaymen had been solely responsible for Camilla and her family retaining possession of the family farm. As planting season neared, they'd provided a large bag of turnip seed and an already pregnant sow, both stolen, of course; and later during the summer, as last year's food stuffs ran out, they'd returned a second time with the hind quarter of a elk and two bags of flour, poached from the Count's land and stolen from his silos, respectively. But that hadn't been enough; the Highwaymen had spent two days here, helping Camilla's father rebuild a barn -- this barn -- after it had nearly collapsed in an unexpected summer thunderstorm.
Nalla had her own opinion of the Highwaymen. But, that opinion was based mostly on her past experiences with their leader, Kitts. It was wrong of her to base her feelings about the entire community simply on her feelings about him. But sometimes her emotions got away from her.
"She begged them to spare me."
"She sounds like a very noble woman," Nalla said, urging Walton to lay back into the straw bed.
"Has there been any word?" he asked. "Any ransom demands?"
"No, not yet," she said, thinking how could there be, it's barely been more than a day. Of course, she didn't realize that Walton's delirium had left him thinking he'd been here for so much longer than he had. "I'm sure she will be fine, sire. The Highwaymen may be thieves and scoundrels, but they are honorable when it relates to womenfolk."
Camilla rushed into the barn quickly, warning, "My father is coming! Shush!"
The peasant girl hurried back into the barn's main room and went to work as her father arrived. They chatted a bit, and when it became clear that the man's tasks would take him to the tack room, Camilla quickly volunteered to perform the chore herself. Her father asked with humor is she was coming down with a fever, as she didn't typically volunteer to do his chores. Camilla only laughed, and urged him to go help her mother with gathering the wood he'd cut.
"He won't be back today," she said when she got to the tack room. "All the chores out here are mine."
Looking to Nalla, Camilla asked, "Should we move him somewhere safer? Hide him?"
"No, I wouldn't advise it," the healer said. "He needs to remain right here for a day or two at the least."
Camilla tried to hide her pleased smile but failed. She didn't want to see Walton leave any sooner than necessary. Of course, she didn't want her father to learn that she had a man hidden out here either.
"I need to pick some more herbs and gather some Hog root," Nalla said. She told Camilla to get back to her chores -- "Let your father see you working" -- then stood and headed for the barn's back entrance. "I will be back in a couple of hours."
She headed off to the forest, not knowing that during that two hours one of the men who'd attacked Walton would happen upon her.
Western Barony of Parse
The Breck Farm
Sunrise:
"Walton Briggs," he said.
Nalla listened to the man's explanation as she continued with his care. She knew of Princess Ranna, of course; who didn't? And she knew of the Wailing Woods Highwaymen, too; who around here didn't? They were thought of as many different things by the locals, from scoundrels and murders to benevolent heroes.
The injured man before Nalla would probably have put them in the former category for having put a bolt in his side. The young, naïve Camilla would position them nearer to the latter, though. This past spring, the Highwaymen had been solely responsible for Camilla and her family retaining possession of the family farm. As planting season neared, they'd provided a large bag of turnip seed and an already pregnant sow, both stolen, of course; and later during the summer, as last year's food stuffs ran out, they'd returned a second time with the hind quarter of a elk and two bags of flour, poached from the Count's land and stolen from his silos, respectively. But that hadn't been enough; the Highwaymen had spent two days here, helping Camilla's father rebuild a barn -- this barn -- after it had nearly collapsed in an unexpected summer thunderstorm.
Nalla had her own opinion of the Highwaymen. But, that opinion was based mostly on her past experiences with their leader, Kitts. It was wrong of her to base her feelings about the entire community simply on her feelings about him. But sometimes her emotions got away from her.
"She begged them to spare me."
"She sounds like a very noble woman," Nalla said, urging Walton to lay back into the straw bed.
"Has there been any word?" he asked. "Any ransom demands?"
"No, not yet," she said, thinking how could there be, it's barely been more than a day. Of course, she didn't realize that Walton's delirium had left him thinking he'd been here for so much longer than he had. "I'm sure she will be fine, sire. The Highwaymen may be thieves and scoundrels, but they are honorable when it relates to womenfolk."
Camilla rushed into the barn quickly, warning, "My father is coming! Shush!"
The peasant girl hurried back into the barn's main room and went to work as her father arrived. They chatted a bit, and when it became clear that the man's tasks would take him to the tack room, Camilla quickly volunteered to perform the chore herself. Her father asked with humor is she was coming down with a fever, as she didn't typically volunteer to do his chores. Camilla only laughed, and urged him to go help her mother with gathering the wood he'd cut.
"He won't be back today," she said when she got to the tack room. "All the chores out here are mine."
Looking to Nalla, Camilla asked, "Should we move him somewhere safer? Hide him?"
"No, I wouldn't advise it," the healer said. "He needs to remain right here for a day or two at the least."
Camilla tried to hide her pleased smile but failed. She didn't want to see Walton leave any sooner than necessary. Of course, she didn't want her father to learn that she had a man hidden out here either.
"I need to pick some more herbs and gather some Hog root," Nalla said. She told Camilla to get back to her chores -- "Let your father see you working" -- then stood and headed for the barn's back entrance. "I will be back in a couple of hours."
She headed off to the forest, not knowing that during that two hours one of the men who'd attacked Walton would happen upon her.