Daughter Of The Wind --Western Wind

by Sandra Elsa

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  Two days later as they picked apples from a tree beside the road, the squad of King’s cavalry passed again. Bound to a horse in the middle of the squad was the Telgarn prisoner. A thick wrap protected his still healing injury, Pink noted traces of blood, seeping through the swathe. Days in the saddle were doing him ill, even at the slow pace the soldiers were setting.

  The squad did not slow down to speak to them this time. The prisoner’s head turned slightly, acknowledging them with the barest of nods, unnoticed by any of his guards. The haunted, half-mad look in the man’s eyes disturbed Pink.

  Johann laid a restraining hand on Pink’s arm. Her Healer’s instincts told her he needed assistance but she made no move to help the Telgarn.