Hunt- Red Riding Hood Retold by Demelza Carlton

Author:Demelza Carlton [Carlton, Demelza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lost Plot Press
Published: 2018-09-12T05:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Three

For a moment, Rosa almost regretted putting the knight into an enchanted sleep, but she banished the thought as quickly as it had come. She needed to take out his stitches and check how his bones were healing, instead of wasting time arguing with him.

Pledging himself in service to her, indeed! That had been the mead talking, more than the man. The only thing she could possibly use help with was killing the wolf, and what use was a man with a sword against an entire wolf pack?

But he hadn't been wearing a sword when she found him. Just the empty sheath. Oh, and he'd had a bow and quiver strapped to his back. Speaking about size, she'd never seen a bow so big. Taller than he was. She couldn't imagine how much strength it would take to draw such a thing, and he would need to heal some more before she could ask him to show her.

She changed the bandages around his ribs, noting with satisfaction that the bruising was already fading to yellow. With another dose of medicinal, they might have healed properly by the morrow.

She would have liked to leave the stitches in for another day, but she wasn't sure she'd get another chance if he woke up even grumpier than before, so she decided to take them out today, and mend the wound with a healing spell instead.

He might be a fool, blaming magic for his own ill luck, but she would not compromise her care on account of his foolishness.

When Rosa was satisfied that she'd done all she could for the snoring knight, she climbed up to the loft to check on the mead. As she'd surmised, the fermentation had finished and it was ready to be moved to the cellar to mature. That meant moving it from these casks to new ones, a task that would easily take the rest of the day, and perhaps the next, too.

By mid afternoon, she was lifting the barrels through magic alone, for her arms ached more than she cared to admit. Yet she'd dealt with more than half of the mead, so there would be less to move on the morrow.

Rosa floated the newly filled barrels to the cellar, then rolled them into place at the back of the cellar, where they would not be disturbed until they were ready.

If she had time on the morrow, she'd try her hand at turning the remaining barrels in the loft into extra strong, medicinal mead. She had to do something close to home, what with Sir Chase here in her cottage.

But such things could definitely wait until the morrow.

Sir Chase slept through the dinner hour and past dusk, so Rosa finished off the remains of the bread and sausage without cooking anything, and climbed into bed.

Her last thought before she fell asleep was that at least there was one benefit to having Sir Chase stay – it was warmer at night.

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