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Katirah was very confused. The Comte needed her. Why would he send her away? Her blood ran cold as she thought his wounds might be worse than he was letting on.
"As the Comte wishes." She pulled on her pantaloons and her chemise then slipped on her slippers.
She poured wine and handed it to him. "Sit." She commanded. "I will get the effendi."
Katirah left the tent and spoke to the guard outside. "Where might I find the effendi Henri, or the one called William? The Comte wishes one to attend him immediately. And the chirugeon. The Comte is wounded and needs him even more than he needs the others."
The guard was not accustomed to Katirah coming and going but she had never said more than two words to him. "The chirugeon will be in the med tent with the wounded. Henri ((because I don't know his rank)) will be checking the camp and the men. I would look for him yonder. William, I have not seen. They may be together."
"Thank you." Katirah bowed and headed in the direction the guard had indicated. Anyone she encountered she asked about the two men and made clear it was the Comte who wanted at least one of them.
Finally, she found Henri. "Effendi," she bowed. "The Comte has asked for you or one he calls William. He is sorely wounded and would not let me tend him. He needs the chirugeon. Please tell the Comte that I will return once I have helped Samara. Her brother is dead. We will need to prepare the body."
She left Henri and went toward the slave wagons. Samara must be there. She found her draped over her brother's body. Luc, it must me him, was hovering in the background. Katirah knelt by Samara and the girl began wailing again. They held each other and Katirah took up the wail as well for a time. When she thought Samara was back into a semblance of control she said, "We should prepare his body. I have oils and perfumes. We shall bathe him and anoint him. He shall be prepared like a pasha. I know how much he meant to you, as did the Comte. You remember how he bought you both? I will stay with you." She held her friend.
"Fetch some water." She told one of the other slaves.
The two women with the help from two other slaves, prepared the body.
((Hmm, would they be burning the dead? If so then that's what will happen to Samara's brother.))
Katirah did not think Samara should be alone. She spoke quietly to Luc and was happy to know the Comte had given him permission to stay with Samara. He would not have to report for duty until the morning.
"Use my wagon. I will be with the Comte tonight. I am sure she would rather be with you."
The night was very dark and subdued as Katirah walked back to the Comte's tent.
Katirah was very confused. The Comte needed her. Why would he send her away? Her blood ran cold as she thought his wounds might be worse than he was letting on.
"As the Comte wishes." She pulled on her pantaloons and her chemise then slipped on her slippers.
She poured wine and handed it to him. "Sit." She commanded. "I will get the effendi."
Katirah left the tent and spoke to the guard outside. "Where might I find the effendi Henri, or the one called William? The Comte wishes one to attend him immediately. And the chirugeon. The Comte is wounded and needs him even more than he needs the others."
The guard was not accustomed to Katirah coming and going but she had never said more than two words to him. "The chirugeon will be in the med tent with the wounded. Henri ((because I don't know his rank)) will be checking the camp and the men. I would look for him yonder. William, I have not seen. They may be together."
"Thank you." Katirah bowed and headed in the direction the guard had indicated. Anyone she encountered she asked about the two men and made clear it was the Comte who wanted at least one of them.
Finally, she found Henri. "Effendi," she bowed. "The Comte has asked for you or one he calls William. He is sorely wounded and would not let me tend him. He needs the chirugeon. Please tell the Comte that I will return once I have helped Samara. Her brother is dead. We will need to prepare the body."
She left Henri and went toward the slave wagons. Samara must be there. She found her draped over her brother's body. Luc, it must me him, was hovering in the background. Katirah knelt by Samara and the girl began wailing again. They held each other and Katirah took up the wail as well for a time. When she thought Samara was back into a semblance of control she said, "We should prepare his body. I have oils and perfumes. We shall bathe him and anoint him. He shall be prepared like a pasha. I know how much he meant to you, as did the Comte. You remember how he bought you both? I will stay with you." She held her friend.
"Fetch some water." She told one of the other slaves.
The two women with the help from two other slaves, prepared the body.
((Hmm, would they be burning the dead? If so then that's what will happen to Samara's brother.))
Katirah did not think Samara should be alone. She spoke quietly to Luc and was happy to know the Comte had given him permission to stay with Samara. He would not have to report for duty until the morning.
"Use my wagon. I will be with the Comte tonight. I am sure she would rather be with you."
The night was very dark and subdued as Katirah walked back to the Comte's tent.