Hunter's War (Legend of the Wild Hunter Book 4) by Garry Spoor

Author:Garry Spoor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Garry T. Spoor
Published: 2015-09-30T04:00:00+00:00

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20

Kile opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. There was a soft orange glow splashed across the room, and a pleasant smelling breeze, filled the air. The bed was softer than any she could remember and the blanket was of Eiderdown. She wanted nothing more than to pull the sheets over her head, turn over and go back to sleep. To forget about everything that happened over the past, say, three years. Until she realized she was waking up in a hospital room… again. With the number of times she’s woken up in an infirmary, she should forgo her plans of writing a book on adventuring and her ideas of mapping the kingdom and concentrate instead on reviewing hospital facilities. How many times did this make now, three, four? She was beginning to lose count. She stretched out her legs, then her arms. No chains or shackles this time; that was always a good start.

“Where am I?” She asked, sitting up.

“I suppose if they had a nut-house, this would be it.”

Kile turned to where a young man sat at a table beside an open window. The sunlight, behind him, was making it difficult for her to see who he was. Of course, blurry morning vision didn’t help either. She squinted as the young man rose from his chair and approached. He wasn’t very tall.

“Alex, is that you?” She asked.

“It’s about time you woke up,” Alex said when he reached her bed.

His clothes were worn and frayed and had, what looked like, a layer of road dust. A tattered gray cloth was tied around his head, covered his missing eye. Although he looked shabby, aside from his healing wounds, he appeared to be in good health.

“How are you?” she asked.

“Hey, that’s my line,” he said, sitting on the bed beside her.

“Are you still… working?”

He looked down at his clothes and laugh. “What? You mean this?” he said, slapping at his tunic. Small puffs of dust rose from the leather. “This is all for show,” he added.

“For show?”

“Yeah, I tell stories down at the pub now. If I was to go in there wearing clean clothes, the patrons don’t take me seriously. They ignore me, but if I show up, looking like I just came off the battlefield, they’re eager to hear my tales, and they tip better.”

“I heard about those stories you’ve been telling.”

“Oh, you have, huh?” he replied sheepishly.

“Yes, I have,” she said. “Can’t you tone them down a bit?”

“I tried, really. I mean, I tried to stay true to the actual events, but, let’s face it, they were kind of boring. My public wants excitement, danger, adventure, romance, you know.”

“Romance?” Kile shouted, sitting up. “What romance? Whose romance?”

Alex slowly got up from the bed and backed away from her. “Oh, so you haven’t actually heard all my stories,” he replied.

“Alex. What romance? There is no romance.”

“It’s what the people want.”

“I don’t care what the people want. I don’t want my private life being played out in miniature to a bunch of drunken soldiers.

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