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“This is not the time to argue over that,” Varrick said, his eyes flaring with anger. “We have a senseless battle to win.”
“Aye, a good word for it… senseless. Why attack at night? Who do we fight and why? And where is Worth?”
“You made sure a guard remains on the dungeon?” Varrick asked. “There is a good chance Worth and Abbott John work together.”
“Aye, first thing, but he hasn’t been seen there.” Argus saw where Varrick’s glance had taken him. “Lady Fia is a brave one, seeing to the few injuries without fear of the arrows flying. Perhaps her witchcraft is so strong she does not have to worry about that.
Varrick watched her tending to another wounded warrior, though it did not appear serious the warrior talking pleasantly with her and not a cringe of pain to his face.
“One day you are going to realize the truth about my wife that she is nothing more than a good woman and a skilled healer.”
“We’ll see about that, for I worry what foolish thing you will do if proven otherwise.”
“And what will you do when I am proven right?” Varrick asked.
“I would gladly admit it.”
“Then be prepared, for that day will come,” Varrick said and saw his wife catch his eye and wave.
Fia smiled when her husband returned her wave, then his attention was drawn elsewhere, and she watched him disappear along the battlements. So far, no warriors had suffered serious wounds, only minor, annoying ones, though she feared as the battle progressed that would change.
She finished tending to a minor wound and finding a couple of her supplies were low, she decided to hurry to her healing cottage and gather more. With so many about, there was no need to worry about her safety, though she maintained caution, keeping alert to all around her. She would get what she needed and return to the Great Hall until she was needed elsewhere.
It did not take long to gather what she needed, and as soon as she stepped outside, a word shouted in her head.
Danger!
The warning came too late.
Something struck her and darkness claimed her.
* * *
“Move your worthless arse!He is not a patient man.”
Fia cringed at the pain in her head and the jabs and bumps her body was suffering as she was dragged along the ground. She was glad she had enough sense about her to recognize the voice. It was Abbott John, but how had he escaped?
“You struck her too hard, or she would have woken by now and could have walked and saved us time.”
It took a moment for her to recognize that voice. It was the young warrior Worth. So, he was in cahoots with them. With all the warriors needed at the castle walls and the ensuing battle, it would not have been that difficult for Worth to free Abbott John, but escaping the castle would be.
“Hurry!” Abbott John commanded.
“We should not rush. Your wound still bleeds,” Worth cautioned.
“You will sear it closed for me when we reach our destination.”
Her head hurt and her thoughts were unclear, and she felt darkness creeping up on her. Before she succumbed to it once again, she reached out in her thoughts to her husband.
Varrick.
Next time she woke it was because something poked her hip hard, sending a pain shooting through her and forcing her eyes open to look upon Abbott John’s pale face.
“Get up. It is time you walked,” Abbott John ordered.
Fia sat up, wanting to be on her feet to give herself a chance to make an escape, but a wave of sudden dizziness and nausea prevented her from standing.
“Up, witch,” Abbott John demanded with another kick to her hip.
