King's Warrior (The Minstrel's Song Book 1) by Jenelle Leanne Schmidt

Author:Jenelle Leanne Schmidt [Schmidt, Jenelle Leanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormcave Studios
Published: 2012-02-28T23:00:00+00:00

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TWELVE

Kamarie awoke to a sheet of cold rain falling on her face. She pulled her thin blanket up over her head and groaned in dismay. The blanket was soaked through, and the dye was running off her face in little rivers. She could hear Yole off to her left, whimpering under his breath. She looked over at him; he was huddled up in his own sopping wet blanket, gritting his teeth and shaking with cold. Kamarie marveled at his fortitude. He was cold, wet, and miserable, and yet he had not tried to wake her or get her to change her mind about spending the rest of the night in the forest. She wondered, had she been in the same predicament as he, whether or not she would have acted with the same self-control.

Probably not, she decided ruefully. It was very dark, but the Toreth was still low in the sky, meaning that the night was still very young. The prospect of staying where they were made Kamarie cringe. She sighed and looked around. The small shelter they had created was useless against the rain, and there had been no better prospects when they had hunted around earlier for a place to camp. She knew they would find no spot drier than the one they occupied now.

Kamarie stood up slowly, her own teeth chattering with cold, and she went over to where Yole was. “Let’s go,” she said, shaking him by the shoulder, “it is not that late yet, perhaps the owners of that house will let us dry ourselves by their fireplace until this rain lets up a bit.”

As she spoke, lightning began to streak across the sky and thunder rumbled loudly. The rain beat down on them even harder. The two wet and weary travelers held their blankets over their heads to keep the water from soaking them further. They ran as fast as they could to the little house that they had seen earlier and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged woman opened the door in answer to Kamarie’s knocking. She was short and plump with graying hair, sparkling eyes and a merry smile. She took one look at the two bedraggled figures standing on her doorstep and practically pulled them into the house.

“Get in here wid you, oot o’ the rain,” she exclaimed in a strong accent. “Come dry yerselves roond the fire and tell me what ye be doing oot of doors in weather like this.”

“Thank you kindly ma’am,” Yole said gratefully.

The woman led the two of them into the house, and then all three sat around the fire. The warmth of it was very welcome after the soaking rain that had chilled them to the bone. The woman bustled around and soon brought out two sets of clothes.

“My name be Marghita. These belonged to my chil’ren, when they was smaller. Now they’re all grown and live doon the road a spell. Their little ‘uns be too small yet fer these, so I keep ‘em here till they be needed agin.

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